I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin has always been very skilled at deceiving himself and others.

The exile briefly introduced the remaining strange objects, and then noticed Li Lin who tried his best to peek inside.

"Ah, I forgot." She opened the box generously, put a few odd objects in it, and then took out a huge orange from inside.

The golden orange exudes a fruity aroma, rich and fragrant.

"This is an orange that someone picked when they left Sicily. Every time I go to a city, I peel one... Here." She scratched the skin of the orange with her nails, and peeled off the skin of the orange. The flesh is full, "Do you want to try it?"

While eating quickly, Li Lin showed suspicion: "Do you still have a grandfather who sells oranges?"

This was the first time that the exile encountered Li Lin's logical trap. For a moment, he didn't realize what the relationship between his grandfather and oranges was. Li Lin ate all the oranges in his hand.

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The fact that Li Lin ate all the oranges she brought from the Sicilian citrus orchard made the exile a little angry. The important thing was that she didn't even have time to take a bite.

Li Lin, who was reincarnated like a starved ghost, naturally would not have the slightest shame: "You are still at my house, what if I eat your orange?"

"I don't even pay for the food I eat at the Hand of Reshaping." Li Lin sounded plausible, gesticulating.

"Hand of Reshape..." The exile felt that this mysterious organization was a bit unlucky for no reason.

Li Lin shook his neck and shouted: "I can see the pity in your eyes!"

The exile felt annoyed and amused: "Anyway, you have joined the secret sect of the Hand of Reshape now, right... That's not bad, at least they can get rid of these troublesome things quickly, and exercise by the way Take a look at yourself-"

The exercise mentioned in her words is not exercise in the usual sense of warm-up and running, but training one's body with secret teachings and invisible techniques, and at the same time applying what is learned in battle.

This is the fastest way to advance to the level of extraordinary blades and occultists. It is a deathmatch, a competition of great disparity in strength, a contest between humans and non-humans. next time.

There is nothing that will advance faster than a transcendent who follows the principle of the appearance of the blade.

Li Lin sneered: "King Liehai thinks so too. Now he is fighting skeletons in another world."

"Who is Lie Haiwang?" The exile returned to the kitchen, brought out two cold dishes and put them on the table, and asked Li Lin casually.

"A man who always thought he didn't care much was hacked to death." Li Lin curled his lips, "The intestines flowed all over the floor... Speaking of intestines, I just want to eat fat intestines."

In just a few minutes, Li Lin talked about bowel disease, anorectology, and hemorrhoids, and the topic slipped all the way to areas that focused on taste.

It is probably because Westerners never eat intestines, which seems to be a strange food, and Li Lin's description is too detailed, and the exiles immediately lost their appetite.

When Master Li, who had a good appetite, finished the two dishes, the exile was already standing at the door, urging him to go out quickly.

......

In the temporarily closed Walden Bar, forget-me-nots came to the second floor.

A gray curtain hangs in front of the eyes, blocking all possible prying eyes.

This is the premise of the divination ceremony, and all external factors must be symbolically isolated, so that the "baraka" - that is, the glow - falling from a higher latitude can be seen.

As a occultist who follows the principles of lamps and lanterns, forget-me-not has a deeper understanding of dreams and Mansu beyond the present world than other transcendental beings.

And as a master marked by a certain immortal, he knows as many secret arts and rituals as sea sand.

A gray curtain obscured the sky above his head. He sat at a small table, passed his palm over the crystal ball, and stared at the stars reflected in it.

As one who knows, he knows that the starry sky of the waking world is false.

Every star means a huge dream, a distant frontier, or a truncated history, or simply a flaw in history.

"The stars are like the pricks of needles, and the sun and the moon are like brilliant blood."

Since the abolition of the Julian calendar and the application of the Gregorian calendar, astronomy and astrology in the old age no longer have a basis for implementation. In the final analysis, it is the "knowledge" they represent that has become a fake.

The secrets and rituals corresponding to Si Chen will lose their effectiveness with their death, and the disintegration of the universe in the old era has led to the abandonment of these invisible techniques relying on the old world.

Therefore, the divination method used by forget-me-nots is a combination of crystal divination and astrology. Its essence is not to calculate the positions of stars in the starry sky, but to interpret them with the help of the distant glow reflected in the crystal.

The sky is over the waking world, so in a way, these starlight pouring down through the scars of the sky are part of the aura.

The secrets of all things flow out from the glow. The essence of asking for divination is to cut out a part of one's spirituality and throw it into the glow, hoping to find the truth you want before it is completely burned.

"Saturn's splendor comes to the first house."

Saturn, which indicates disaster, enters the first house, which means that everything is not going well, and no matter what decisions the hand of remodeling makes next, it is bound to get half the result with half the effort.

The cold atmosphere rippled out from the crystal ball and fell heavily on the surroundings. The forget-me-not realized that his divination results had caused some influence.

As the influence of the winter phase landed on the waking world, some gloomy negative emotions began to emerge in the depths of the forget-me-not. He quickly got up, picked up the silver dagger soaked in essential oil and balm, and used this The temporarily sanctified dagger drew a few lines in the air.

It was a huge eye pupil, like a rising sun, and its flickering pupils were somewhat similar to lights.

"I'm here to worship the God of Lighting and Dispelling Darkness..."

This is one of the honorable names of the night watchman, Hitomi. He is always the first object of worship for all intangible art apprentices. Believe it or not, he is always brilliant.

The essential oils and ointments contained in the silver dish burned out quickly, and a certain outstanding atmosphere replaced the dark and gloomy atmosphere, symbolizing the end of this divination.

The forget-me-not stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, signaling those inhuman disciples and believers to come up and clean up the mess.

His divination was undoubtedly successful, but the result of the divination was quite unsatisfactory.

At this moment, he noticed that someone pushed open the door of the Walden Pond Bar.

......

"It seems that the owner of this underground bar doesn't welcome us that much?" The exile stretched out his finger and pressed it against the brick wall behind the door.

There is no road in front of them, but a yellowish brick wall, each brick is quite tight, without the slightest gap exposed.

This is very strange no matter how you think about it, especially Li Lin, who is even more puzzled.

"This is a dead end, a dark river, and a cliff." The exile muttered to himself.

"Isn't the cliff just a theory? How can there be a theory, you are illiterate." Li Lin laughed at the exile's speech disorder, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, which was lit up in two colors of pale green and deep purple.

Two kinds of secrets, Avada Kedavra and Alahoo Cave, alternately flashed on his fist.

"I summon my fists to attack!"

Li Lin strode forward and punched the wall in front of him. Before the exile had time to hold him, the brick wall in front of him collapsed under Li Lin's fist.

A dimly lit alleyway appeared in front of them. Rusty and dusty machinery and special materials were randomly piled up in the open space.

Li Lin was in front, and the exile was behind, and the two entered the alleyway one after the other.

Before they could take a few steps, they saw a gleam of light on the wall on the right, and then there was a slight sound of rubbing stones against the ground.

A string of Latin words appeared on the wall.

[You are on the wrong road, the correct direction is on the right. 】

"Fart!" Li Lin scolded angrily, "When the lights turn to the left, the car drives to the right, right?"

He pulled the exile to the left.

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The road ahead swelled slightly, then flattened again, and there was a slight grinding sound.

A green goblin hopped out of the corner. Its skin was green and there was a leaf growing on top of its head. It looked like a sprouting potato.

"Oh, so it's a mob."

In European mythology circulated in the waking world, goblins are little devils who only know simple magic. The breath they exhale can cause plants to die and animals to become sick. Sometimes they also serve as messengers and servants of dark wizards.

Of course, transcendentalists and mystics know that the truth is not like this.

The goblins are the life of the old age. They are not so much devils as fallen elves. In a civilized world far away from human rationality and order, goblins form another unique ecology.

Li Lin knew this because the key hunter had killed dozens of goblins for brewing potions, performing rituals, and paying the price...

From this point of view, there is probably no difference between these magic spirits and ginseng dolls.

Just as the exile was about to draw out her ivory-decorated pistol, she saw Master Li, who looked greedy, planning to rush forward.

"Do not impulse."

It took some strength for the exile to grab Li Lin and drag him away.

"A complete goblin can be sold for a high price outside, how could it appear here unsuspecting?"

"But that's a demon..." Li Lin muttered unwillingly.

The exile pulled the reluctant Li Lin and walked to the next room.

The sound of friction sounded again after they left, and something new seemed to be brewing in the darkness.

The two walked to the next room.

This time, there were no brand new walls, no flashing fluorescent lights and extra text, but when they passed by, the door suddenly opened, and a voice sounded from behind the door.

"Hi, Abraham, I'm a forget-me-not. Are you tired? I have delicious fruits and drinks here. Do you want to come for a rest?"

"You're quite sensible, kid." Li Lin was about to walk through the door, but the exile grabbed his clothes by the nape of his neck.

"Are you completely blind to such an obvious trap? Or are you strong enough to ignore all traps, my lord?"

Li Lin fell into deep thought when he heard the words, and raised his head after a while: "Well, maybe it's because I have a handle on the forget-me-not kid."

The forget-me-not who was sitting on the second floor monitoring Li Lin through the crystal ball shuddered, and began to think about what he had fallen into Li Lin's hands.

"What's the handle?" The exile asked casually.

The frenzied Li Lin raised his head and chest: "He is gay."

Forget-me-not punched the crystal ball, and he knew that this guy Li Lin couldn't say anything good!

Li Lin beamed and said proudly: "For example, now, I know that you forget-me-not, you little bastard, is spying on us, why don't you hurry up and make way for me? If you don't, I will send your gay Huang Wen to Mansu. …”

Before the words were finished, the light was shining brightly ahead, and the pass formed by layers of brick walls moved to both sides as if Moses divided the sea, and the huge shadow lurking in the darkness squirmed, and then disappeared.

In the low-key and luxurious Walden Bar, candles are dotted like stars, and there is a vague fragrance floating in the air. At this time in the past, there should already be many people in the bar booths.

But today, apart from the inhuman disciples walking in the darkness, there were only three of them left.

The forget-me-not's long brown hair was simply tied into a ponytail behind his head. He was standing behind the bar, wiping a glass in his hand.

"Please take a seat, new guest." Forget-me-not placed the cup in front of the table, his eyes stayed on the exile's face, his eyes flickering slightly, "Moet & Chandon, or Bacardi liqueur?"

"I think you might like a special blend of one-fifth Scottish Highland whiskey, three-fifths Bacardi liqueur, and one-fifth Chivas Regal."

The forget-me-not puts an ice puck in the glass and squeezes a lemon on the rim.

With his wrist shaking, he took out three unmarked wine bottles from behind the counter, poured them into the shaker in proportion, shook them upside down, and then poured them out from the spout.

The dark golden wine syrup just fills the rim of the cup, and the transparent ice balls reflect strange colors in the cup.

"Long Quiet Night." The forget-me-not pushed the wine glass towards the exile, "Please use it."

"You actually want to invite someone to drink... It's really generous, this unknown master."

The exile spoke respectfully, but his hands were not slow at all.

The girl's lips touched the rim of the cup lightly. The sour taste of the lemon neutralized the strong taste of the wine, allowing the taste of the sweet wine to come out. After that, the fragrance of Chivas Regal and the blazing heat of the Honor whiskey came out. Arriving belatedly, the three flavors collided with each other, like stars exploding in the quiet night.

The exile's eyes curled up, and she was smiling: "I like this smell very much. It would be even better if it has some citrus aroma."

She put the box in her hand on the table.

The corner of the forget-me-not's eyes twitched slightly: "No, we don't want to know your purpose, but if you are only doing these things out of your own will, we can have a limited cooperation... Mr. exile."

He broke his identity as an exile.

"Or, would it be better to call you by the name you had when you were still in Sicily?" Forget-me-not clasped his hands in front of him, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his eyes, "The prince of the liquidator——Schneider )."

"Where is the liquidator's eunuch?"

In one sentence, Li Lin completely destroyed the forget-me-not that spent nearly a thousand words to create a forceful style.

Forget-me-not turned to look at Li Lin helplessly: "Mr. Abraham, if you can be quiet for a little bit, I will be very happy. I heard that you want to submit a paper to "Silence", why don't you start writing now? ?”

Li Lin slammed the table on the side: "Speaking is the same as fucking? If I can use brain waves to conjure scripts, why am I still here to chat with you about hydrology? If everything is said It’s as easy, so what’s so difficult in the world?!”

These words were so reasonable that the forget-me-not couldn't find Li Lin's logical loophole.

The forget-me-not, who wanted to drive Li Lin away, felt uncomfortable and didn't know how to fight back.

Fortunately, Snyder did not let this awkward atmosphere continue. She opened her suitcase, took out the strange objects inside one by one, and placed them in front of the forget-me-not.

There are ten strange objects handed down from ancient times, each of which is a "relic" collected from extraordinary people and mystics. There is no doubt that they are all Snyder's spoils of war.