Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

I just said it casually, but they actually changed the recipe. The cost was quite high.

"That's... a pity." Heber smiled apologetically, "I'm moving out soon."

The manager in front of him trembled: "You, what did you say?"

Heber didn't think the manager was overreacting. "Well...it can't be helped. There are so many secondhand and antique shops in Alfie Market, and the competition is fierce."

“I haven’t had a regular income in a long time,” she explained slowly, “so I gave up running the thrift store and decided to try my luck elsewhere.”

"..." Mordred was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

For some reason, Heber suddenly read a sense of loss and sadness from the person in front of him.

弍久; Ling Wenshan's father is seventy-one san crouching...

In the box, Precious was sitting across the table, sipping the complimentary drink.

When Heber sat down, she frowned.

"The manager of this restaurant is also an apprentice," said Precious.

After World War II, the Ascendants were locked in daylight, so more and more Ascendants referred to each other as apprentices.

The biggest difference between apprentices at the Qiming level and ordinary people is that they have mastered a large amount of knowledge, which is collectively called secret teachings.

But apart from this, there is no essential difference between them and ordinary people.

In other words, if the apprentice does not intend to be exposed, he can live a stable life like an ordinary person without any risk of being exposed.

"You mean the illusion the manager cast on his own face?"

Heber smiled. She realized this when she first visited the restaurant.

The lobby manager must have some unspeakable secret, so he cast some kind of confusing illusion on his face.

This naturally could not escape Heber's eyes.

But so what? In Heber's view, this was entirely the hall manager's own personal privacy. No matter what it looked like under the illusion, it had nothing to do with her as a diner.

Heber only cares about whether the food is delicious and doesn't care about anything else.

"That's really reassuring," Priss commented. "In the world of apprentices, a little caution is a good thing."

Heber smiled and said nothing.

They began to discuss many matters concerning their escape.

"We'll leave tomorrow morning," Precious said. "My destination is Brancurg Island in Cornwall, where apprentices live. What about you?"

Heber answered honestly, "Me too."

Now it was Precious's turn to be surprised: "Are you sure there's someone there to help?"

The girl's deep green eyes didn't blink for a moment: "Yes."

Not only does she have someone to support her, she also has property.

The A-level reward for conquering the Lostbelt comes from the Silent Books, a branch of the Atlas House in Egypt, located in Brancouge, Cornwall.

"Alright." Precious, the Third-Age IV Master of the Third Stage, shrugged. "Then let's discuss whether we should bring the lobby manager along to Brancugar."

"Why is that?" Heber was puzzled. "To avoid attracting attention, isn't it better to have as few people as possible?"

"That's true, but land in Branquage is extremely expensive," Precious's face fell. "My savings are only enough to buy a small plot of land there. It's enough for living, but I can't build a research workshop."

Heber finally understood why Precious was not satisfied with dragging himself into the matter and wanted to drag the manager into it as well.

"I'm sorry, but I can't participate in this project for now." Heber waved his hand. "It's better for the apprentices to conduct their research independently. Even if we jointly purchase the land, how will we divide the space needed to build a workshop?"

"Okay then." Precious sighed, and she didn't force it.

It was obvious that her savings were not as little as she said. Once she got there, she could still grit her teeth and get enough land to build a workshop.

This is also normal, because as long as apprentices want to make money, they have plenty of means and ways to do so.

But then again, which apprentice would be content with just making money? Their hearts still burned with the desire to climb up.

As the famous saying goes: We are born to pursue brilliance, like sparks flying upwards.

ps: There is another chapter later

Volume 49: Great Gods in the Field of Divination (Please collect and read)!

Precious didn't know that the manager she was talking about was not an "apprentice", but a "day person" who was at the pinnacle of the post-World War II ascendants.

He wasn't a newcomer to the Daylight like Andorn, but a former Knight of the Round Table who bore many marks and was at the pinnacle of the Daylight.

Unlike his former colleagues, Mordred did not appear under the banner at Arthur's summons.

Because Mordred's spirit was preserved intact by the sage, she was actually summoned by Morgan alone, independent of the Knights of the Round Table.

After that, she has been traveling with Morgan.

The illusion on her was also cast by Morgan - after all, this is in the city of London, and it is not good to expose her identity.

After much hesitation, Modred took out his cell phone and dialed Morgan's number.

The call was quickly connected, and a woman's cold voice came from the other end.

"Hello? It's me." Mordred lowered his voice, "Mother, where are you now?"

"This is modern society. Don't add strange honorifics after it." Morgan corrected Mordred's address. "I'm currently investigating in Branquage."

Mordred knew of this place called Brancurg, a place of seclusion for apprentices and hermits, the only autonomous territory in Albion exempt from the authority of King Arthur.

The ruler there is not just any person, but a library called Silent Bookstore.

"Yes, mother." Mordred agreed. "Are you free for a divination now?"

The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent. "The water mirror divination is not working. It has been unusable since it helped Arthur deduce clues about Merlin last time."

Morgan remembered the last time he used the water mirror to help Arthur with divination. As a result, Arthur went crazy and sent out all his Knights of the Round Table to carry out ceremonies in more than a dozen border areas at the same time.

This kind of big move happens every once in a while.

As long as Merlin is not mentioned, Arthur is still the wise and mighty Eternal King; but if the situation is related to Merlin, Arthur will act at all costs.

Morgan sighed, and so did she.

"There's no need to use the water mirror, Mother," Mordred whispered. "You can just use ordinary divination."

"What do you want to divine?" Morgan didn't care what Mordred wanted to divine. After all, for one of the few dusks in the world, it didn't matter what divination medium he used.

"I want to infer someone," said Mordred. "That person lives in Alfie Square on Church Street. I don't know her name, but she looks... exactly like Merlin."

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground from the other end of the phone, as if something was broken.

"You mean, that person looks exactly like Merlin?"

A terrifying aura came from the other end of the phone, and for a moment, a dark illusion even appeared in front of Mordred's eyes.

"Yes, I have confirmed it." Mordred answered firmly, "So I hope you, mother, can perform a divination to determine whether she is related to Merlin."

A hoarse and slightly crazy laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Mordred, you have indeed grown up, you have done well...keep in touch, I will start divination now."

......

Brancurg, Cornwall.

In the dark oak forest, the pale moon drifted among the shadows of the trees. In the clearing in the very center of the oak forest, a silver-haired witch in black clothes, holding a spear shaped like a spire, drew the symbols of the Twelve Rulings on the soil.

The symbols of the twelve ruling groups are connected end to end, forming a circle.

Next, there are the seven principles representing the symbols of the ruling party.

Mr. Day, the Holy Grail, Tiansui, Scar Father, Fisherman King, Messiah, and Lord Sigh.

Among them, Mr. Dayu, who represents the principle of the lamp, is the greatest symbol.

It was a totem made purely of lines, resembling the rising sun on the horizon or a half-open eye.

Unable to use his most proficient water mirror divination, Morgan could not easily deduce the existence of his peers, but is divination such an inconvenient technique?

Apprentices who are just beginning to learn divination will use large-scale rituals to borrow higher status to resist the dangers of divination and obtain more information.

After that, with the mastery of rituals and the improvement of their own status, heroes who specialized in divination could get the answers they wanted with just a few stones. When their own safety was involved, they would even act on a whim, even more unreasonably, and directly see fragments of the future appear before their eyes.

Apart from matters concerning Merlin, if Morgan wanted to divine something, all he had to do was snap his fingers a few times.

However, at this moment, she did not hesitate to spend precious materials and directly set up the ceremony of borrowing status in her own workshop.

She wanted to use the person in charge of prophecy, foresight, and the ruler of dawn to directly and violently deduce all the information about Hebe!

The massive spear pierced the soil before him. A chilling laugh echoed through the forest, and Morgan suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

The fog in the oak forest began to grow thicker and thicker, as if something was trying to take shape through it.

Then the temperature began to rise slightly, and the mist began to flash, expanding and contracting like a living thing. After a moment, a pair of bean-shaped eyes as black as coal opened in the mist.

"Mumble! Mumble!"

This is a resident from the wasteland, an inconspicuous creation under Mr. Zhou's command - the Mist.

This wasteland creature called Mist Change likes to chase light and heat, and it will instinctively follow certain elements.

However, when the Mist Monster saw Morgan, it let out a miserable cry and tried to escape, but Morgan just stretched out his hand and pinched it in his palm.

"You look great. I'll use you as the base for the ceremony."

The Demon Concubine calmly announced the end of the mist transformation, and her palm slowly tightened.

Immediately afterwards, part of the demon concubine's consciousness left her body and forcibly penetrated into Bian Wu's body.

By leveraging its connection to the wasteland, the Demon Concubine used her borrowed high status to forcibly locate it from Brancug to Alfie Square.

The vast cobalt blue starlight shone through the demon concubine's eyes, and also rendered Bianwu's entire body into a strange deep blue.

boom!

The fog exploded and scattered without even a scream.

Morgan shook his hands calmly.

She destroyed the remains of the ritual on the ground, walked out of the oak forest, and made a phone call.

......

Mordred picked up the phone.

She heard a cold voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"no result."

Mordred frowned. How could his mother's divination fail?

"What are you thinking about?" Morgan said calmly, "No result is also a result."

She searched all the residents in Alfie Square and calculated their personal information as well as their past and future for the past three months.

In this case, Alfie Square is a colored map to Morgan, but when she tries to divine Hebe, she sees a vast expanse of cobalt blue starlight.

It's like a wall with no blind spots.

The mist-changing form was neatly shattered by the counterattack of the "Starlight" firewall.

In Morgan's mind, the only part of the map that was still dark was Heber. However, even though she didn't get any information, she was still able to lock onto Heber through reverse deduction.

After that...

"Stay in the dining room and don't run around," Morgan ordered coldly. "I'm coming back from Branco immediately."

The Demon Concubine hung up the phone and went directly to the center of Brancog town, intending to sell the purchased land directly.

This is the law established by the Silent Bookstore, and it is a rule that all settlers in Brancog must abide by.

Just as Mordred was about to say that Heber might be moving, Morgan hung up the call.

When I called again, the phone got busy.

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Volume 50: What was I like in history?