Latest website: It turns out that Mr. Phileas came here more than a hundred years ago, that is to say, this place is not unfamiliar to Director Neo.

Recalling now, from the discovery of the clues of Compasini's burial site, to further investigations, and even the determination of the departure time this time, it was all promoted by Director Neo.

Especially the departure time, the young master took advantage of the end of his vacation, and set off at the urging of Director Neo just after his injury recovered.

Of course, there is an intention to take the initiative to make up a time so as not to affect the work in Whip of Order, but in fact it is still a bit too rushed.

Combined with what the white-robed ivory old man said, the time for you to come is just right;

It is easy to deduce that Director Neo has always had a timetable in his hands.

But he has been concealing this matter, did not make it public.

What Alfred didn't understand was, why did Director Neo hide it?

There is obviously a special relationship of secret exchange between him and his young master. It stands to reason that even if this kind of thing is made public, it is not a big deal, but it will increase everyone's confidence in this expedition;

Although, Director Neo did arrange it very well, making everything from leaving York City to entering here very smooth.

However, there is one thing that Alfred will not doubt. He believes that Director Neo has no malice towards his young master, so the concealment may be due to other reasons.

"Mr. Phileas, why did he refuse to inherit?"

"I said that I wanted to stir up the struggle between the gods, but you are also very curious, because out of your memory, the most vigilant and the least suppressive of He Fang's remnants is the order of the gods, and it turns out that there is no dark remnant. Does he find it strange that someone who hates the Cult of Order?"

It's strange that you don't have a dark remnant around you who still insists on being loyal to order.

"It may be my personal choice," Alfred responded.

What people like Mr. Ficonpassi pursue is true darkness. I can give up revenge on the previous generation of enemies on Dark Moon Island. Outside of that, I also choose to participate in the church whirlpool, which is difficult. Understood.

He can say that I am pedantic, but even more so that I am stupid, probably because I am at the same level as others.

For example, although I took revenge on Darkmoon Island, Tuffman, the post-naval commander of Darkmoon Island, became a devout dark believer before this incident.

"No one came up just now, and I dived into the sandy bottom."

Alfred really wanted to know whether the white robed ivory old man remembered "Neo".

"Oh, I meet the requirements." Does the director meet the requirements?

"There is not a single young person who came up with me."

"I also meet the requirements." Master Duo also meets the requirements?

It doesn't matter if the director meets the requirements, Alfred can understand, or, I am willing to bother about that matter, but my uncle also meets the requirements, Alfred can understand.

Even though it was me, Alfred, who picked the peaches, I still felt admiration for my grandfather being "lost".

"So, why are you the only one who meets the requirements?"

"Conformity is conformity, and conformity is conformity. Do you have to say a judgment requirement? There is indeed no one. This is sand. There is no word outside the Desert God Cult. When the sand falls from his body, it already knows it. what he thinks.

Those who retreated into the sand wall, counting him, there were only eight people; when the wind and sand brushed their faces, the first one was obviously resisting, and my eyes were disgusted with retreating sand, and I had an instinct for all falsehood and confusion disgusted.

For such a person, I will use illusion as a means, but I will never really take it to heart, because I see too vaguely, and I will subconsciously keep myself in that vague state.

The other dived into the sandy bottom, as if actively catering. I am very eager to retreat into this kind of true and false falsehood, and I am deliberately pursuing that.

For such a person, I will regard illusion as a way of immersion. It seems that I take it to heart, but it is actually farther away. I will always be satisfied in the pursuit of sensory and spiritual stimulation.

So the following two are very suitable, but they are both suitable.

As for him, when the sand blows to your side, he keeps being confused and at the same time actively caters to you. He finds it fun, he enjoys it, and he finds it very boring.

Illusion, this is a very boring thing.

Your deity once said that illusion is an art. "

"Why is the reason so plausible?" "Yeah, so I'm going to continue asking. The real story is up."

Whether the white-robed ivory old man refuted, but continued to laugh:

"Making up those seemingly trivial reasons really wears away the spiritual imprint. After all, he also wants you to disappear after you complete his inheritance, just like you and the others, right?

If he feels satisfied with the following reasons, then give him a more practical reason, which will make him more pleasing to the eye and make you feel more comfortable.

The way he dresses, the facial expressions of his limbs make you feel very much like your deity.

How to describe it specifically, you really think it is..."

Alfred's eyes lit up immediately, and he replied very confidently:

"Show!"

The old man in white robe and ivory was stunned. I blinked hard, as if I was thinking about what that syllable meant.

"That word is the best interpretation of his description of his true self."

"Really, what kind of language is that, it seems...very concise."

"He doubts you." Alfred puffed up his chest slightly, "I am outside your name, and you have always been honored to be able to add that word to your name, which is a great honor and affirmation."

From Alfred's point of view, is there any difference between that word and "Holy"? Yes, it is lower than "Holy", because it is the exclusive word that Duo Ye bestowed on himself.

"Since he said that, it's like that, your true deity, Torrissani, it's so coquettish."

"You can add degree adjectives at the end, such as: very, very, very, compared... You can also add: unimaginable, powerful, terrible..."

"Okay, your deity Torrissani, it's unimaginably flamboyant."

"Well, that's right."

"Hehe." The white-robed ivory old man smiled, "You suddenly feel that the syllable is really rich in content, like a mantra, full of deep meaning."

"Yes, there is a mistake."

"Then you guys should end the inheritance first." "Yes, now is the time."

Alfred raised his head and continued to retreat to finish.

"You have said it too many times, his lord, is there any safety? When he sees you and your neighbor next door who just disappeared, he should vaguely recognize that."

"You may let Duo Ye's possible crisis just because of his words. Inheritance is precious and important, but you still have to stick to your own business." "Well, he can do whatever he wants."

Everything around was scattered, and the area where Alfred was located successively was like a round hut built with sand. Now the hut has been demolished, and Alfred has returned to reality.

"Mr. Alfred is out!" Ventura shouted excitedly.

"There must be something wrong." Mu Wai looked at Neo while talking, and he was firm. I stood up and walked over, "Director, have you been there before?"

Ventura is still young, Philomena is still used to thinking inside, and Muwai is a little more mature. I have noticed some normality from Neo's performance and decision several times.

Neo replied while smoking a cigarette: "You have been there before."

"But....."

"In that world, the places he knows are often less than the places he has personally been to."

"Your words are not profound at all."

"Since I understand, this is the time to ask. I'm still in a good mood now, as if I planned to go to the bank to get the coupons, but found that the coupons you pre-stored outside the account were taken away by someone else.

You don't even have a point and want to hit someone. if,

When you come to discuss, you have always been curious about the close combat tactics of the Benda family. "

"Director, now is the time. Before you all leave the courtyard with Fang, you will ask the director for advice." "Heh."

Neo stretched his waist, waved his hand to Mu Wai, and motioned for me to move away from behind my eyes.

Mu Wai walked back to his seat, sat down, and told me intuitively that the director was in a good mood, not just because the voucher was taken away.

Neo snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, I can smoke it again, and I will be "drunk" if I smoke again.

I raised my hand and hit my forehead heavily, and then gradually increased the force.

In the past, I was tortured by other voices outside my head so that I banged my head against the wall until my head was bleeding.

This is a happy time in my life, but now, I miss this time, because I will be happy, united and suffering, but I will definitely be lonely and noisy.

Before you toss yourself, I can still lie under Eliza's legs when I calm down. You will deliberately let your nails grow out, and then grab your hair and scratch your scalp heavily.

You are already here, and so am I.

Neo remembered that Shatan said to himself that people have no emotions, although they can be touched and seen, but they exist objectively and will disappear because of his harmony.

He can choose to cry bitterly, lose his temper in grief, and then he has to bear the convulsions that appeared on Fang's previous hot spot.

Ficonpassi, you have come to where he used to be, but he is still talking.

If you had known that he was traveling on a sea turtle on Darkmoon Island, you should have dragged him up, tortured you for ten years, left as soon as he said he would, and continued traveling while playing the accordion and singing.

What a beast he is! Phew... Eliza, your Eliza, you miss him more and more.

Forgive you for going to the cemetery to see him so frequently in the future, because you find yourself more and more wanting to dig him out and let him be with you again, or, want to bury yourself to be with him forever.

Neo held his head high, opened his mouth, and covered his face with his hands.

Philomena shifted her gaze to the director, but the director let go of his hand again, his eyes were hot and cold, and he cursed:

"You dog, you know the goods. He deserved to be killed when he was discovered as a traitor back then!"

Seeing this, Philomena looked away again.

Neo, who had been emotionally depressed one after another and was almost in a state of broken defense, leaned his front back against the rock wall, crossed his fingers back and forth on his abdomen, and murmured:

"Calculating the time, there is a small probability that Order will start attacking the Desert God Sect in the near future."

talking and talking

A smile appeared on Neo's face again: "That time, should we go short or short?"

Immediately afterwards, the smile on Neo's face grew stronger:

"Leverage, how many times?"

"Little man, you are willing to be your slave and dedicate all your loyalty to you!"

Lias refused. I thought about it for a while, but there was a reason to agree.

In fact, it's not that Shatan's deception skills are all low-level. The fundamental reason is that people without my conditions simply know how to defraud.

For example, in the eyes of my maid, Duo Ye is cheating, he is lowering his status to preach.

Next, Shatan was silent, and I was waiting for Lias to take the initiative to release Karen from imprisonment.

I am willing to sign a master-servant contract with Lias, because once the signing is completed, I will be in control of Lias' life and death, so that all other threats will no longer exist; I can even before the signing is completed, Let Lias die suddenly. Anyway, he is trustworthy with such a person, and he will not have any psychological burden.

The Rubik's Cube in the palm of the right hand is still spinning slowly, which means that the deduction of the sand pool has yet to begin.

Lias stood up hastily, but I didn't open Karen slowly, but sat up again.

"Little man, you never thought that you would become someone else's slave in the future. You really expected that you would never have such a day."

Shatan still has nothing to say. I understand Qi Linhao's current emotions. Rationally, Lias has accepted the reality, but in order to appease the sensibility, I need to express it again.

That feeling was like when Richard walked out of the pastry shop and the regular lady who received me said to me: You are lying with him for money.

"Little man, tell me, since it's the ending like it is now, why did you choose to do those things in the first place?"

Qi Linhao turned his head and looked at Qi Zhou's companions who were standing with their eyes closed.

Those people are all my former superiors, who led us to complete one task after another, and enjoy a very low reputation outside the Whip of Order system.

"We used to trust you so much and disobeyed your orders unreservedly. Even when you launched a sneak attack on us, the first two people found out the situation, but we still had no choice but to attack you, and I think you are affected by the curse and possessed."

Listening to those words, the direction of rotation of the Rubik's Cube in Qi Lin's palm changed slightly.

The less Lias said, the less information Qi Lin got, and it was easier for him to deduce the answer he wanted.

"Things have been done anyway, and He Fang has already won. In life, we still have to look back. Let's just treat it as a dream, a relatively long dream.

Anyway, two to eight hundred years have passed, we should have died long ago, and you have let us live so young, you are doing us a favor. "

There was a sneering smile on the corner of Karen's sandy mouth. Sure enough, selfish people just don't have that kind of innate ability. Do we have our own moral bottom line? We need it more than others. Morality is sustenance, but it is more difficult for us to explain our own morality, and we can always decide to forgive ourselves very slowly.

"Little man, do you think you are stupid?"

"In that world, there are almost no people who have been walking on the right path."

"Yes, you are right, that is indeed the case." Lias took a deep breath and stood up, "It is terrible to go the wrong way, and the terrible thing is knowing to turn back, so you decide to turn back, villain. I hope you can He Fang will guide your steps and let you go back to the right path."

Well, he can even complete the consolation of himself.

Lias walked up behind Karen, stopped, and then said loudly, "Little man, you have no intuition. It tells you that before you open the prison, you will definitely regret it."

Shatan answered the call.

"In the future, you always relied on your intuition to save lives, and led your brigade to avoid crisis after crisis of destruction. You said, was your intuition wrong that time?"

Sha Tan responded in a very fierce tone: "He is very troublesome."

"That's right, villain, it may be because you are still able to fully adapt to the coming slave status, you will help you untie the imprisonment now."

As he spoke, Qi Linhao's eyes glowed yellow.

Qi Lin's seven-week-old Karen is slowly dissolving, and he is about to regain his freedom.

But at that moment, Karen, who was dissolving, suddenly condensed again, and the shackles that were almost broken one after another were not lifted, but strengthened.

"he's good."

It seems that my intuition has taken the lead. There is no way to do it. Some people have that kind of ability. We can still feel safe in the face of "iron-like" facts.

"Yes, villain, you must be misunderstood!" Lias' voice inside was filled with disbelief and panic, "It's your villain who used the formation to speed up the movement of the sand wall!"

Lias and Fang kept patting Karen, their voices became low-pitched and quiet. It should be an act, because Qi Linhao, who woke up from a long sleep, might suddenly perform a stage play out of interest. :

"Little man~lightnovelpub.net~ You have lost control of the outside of the sand wall, it is speeding up according to its own inertia, you did it, **** it, you have a way to stop it, **** it !"

Sha Tan noticed that while the Qi Lin around his body was constantly thickening, it was also constantly squeezing his inner space, which meant that if the situation continued like that, he would probably be trapped outside. Press into a puree.

"Crack!"

As the small sword obtained from the sword-bearer broke, the seven-week-old Karen's tendency to compress towards him was almost unstoppable.

Qi Lin felt extremely absurd: "Are you going to have that?" At the same moment.

Alfred activated the formation. Looking at the yellow sand flying slower and slower for seven weeks, a smile appeared on my face:

"Master, you have come to save him."

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