"Boom boom boom..."

Just as Lucid was wandering around, suddenly there was a knock on the door that was not noisy but quite clear.

"..."

She frowned slightly, and she couldn't help but wonder.

Patrick... so fast?

I got up and was seconded?

Ahem...

But this time is not very reasonable, even if Patrick is really um... the marksmanship is so fast, he will come back non-stop right after he left, it doesn't make sense that he will be so fast.

His own speed is not comparable to that of a carriage.

But if it wasn't Patrick, who was knocking outside?

"Lucid" has always been a "house girl" personality, and there is basically no communication in "upper society".

Even the maids and attendants in the house knew the temperament of this eccentric eldest lady, and few people would "disturb" her for no reason.

"Who? Anything?"

Across the door, Lucid asked curiously.

"This is Frank the housekeeper, Miss Lucid. There is a guest in the drawing room, saying that he is here to see you."

There was a familiar voice from the housekeeper outside the door.

"Eh?"

She couldn't help being a little surprised, someone would come to find herself?

"Who is looking for me?"

There was a sense of uncertainty in his eyes, and a big question mark appeared in Lucid's heart, and he asked Mr. Butler without hesitation.

This special cat came to me...who would it be?

But Frank slightly excitedly answered, but Lucid couldn't help but have an urge to seize the door and run away:

"Miss Lucid, it's the Archon who came to see you..."

This sudden "uninvited wave" completely went beyond her expectation.

Huang Tao!

This terrible bootloader actually came to the door? !

How to do? ? ?

She was a little flustered inexplicably, as if she was blocking the door in a fight when she was a child.

Why did Russell come to find himself? What kind of scheme is there?

"Calm... Calm..."

Forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, Lucid forced a calm analysis of the current situation.

Is his identity as a "hometown" exposed?

Or is it due to other reasons?

"Tsk...!"

The more she thought about it, the bigger her head became. She only felt that each of these special cats seemed to be so possible, and she couldn't think of what went wrong.

Rubbing his temples, Lucid became more anxious.

Is it too late to escape now?

No no no!

Shaking her head vigorously, she gave up her intention to escape.

After running like this, the situation he had worked so hard before was completely empty.

"What's so scary about Roselle... isn't it just lsp!"

Secretly gave himself a sigh of relief, Lucid bit his scalp, gritted his teeth and prepared to go to meet this "Roselle Gustav" for a while.

She wants to see what kind of work this old man has to do today.

For Russell, Lucid felt a little bit incomprehensible.

According to the description in the original work, my first impression of him was a very affectionate sand sculpture lsp, but with all kinds of observations in the "secret" world, this impression was quietly changed.

Especially Conston's shocking "Tinton" bomb, as if it had pierced a deep thorn in Lucid's heart.

You must know that although the original residents of Conston have fled, it does not mean that it is an empty city.

From "Conston" to "Kangqi", it's not just shocking.

It was also at that moment that Lucid's senses towards Roselle changed slightly.

Although in my heart he still holds the view of "Jiaojiren", but there is unavoidable estrangement.

And Lucid is still more afraid of the "pollution" on his body.

Although I may be laughing at fifty steps, there is no such thing as "negatives make positives".

This unknown "pollution" seems not as simple as imagined.

Judging from my current understanding of the "moon", the current "primitive moon" is like a "vending machine" hanging in the sky, and cannot be counted as "pollution."

The existence of He just accepting the sacrifice and giving some feedback is not as horrible as the text says.

In this regard, Lucid had a vague guess in his mind:

Did the "primitive moon" become crazy and evil at the beginning of the text?

This is not her delusion, but a reasoning based on the current situation.

Until the beginning of the original content, there were faint traces of the "primitive moon" followers.

From this we can draw a conclusion that until the end of the first part of "Mystery", this "cult" that worships the "primitive moon" still exists.

This is very interesting.

It should be noted that in the text, the description of the "primitive moon" has always been an evil and terrifying existence.

But in terms of human’s instinct to seek good and avoid evil, if the “primitive moon” has always been so evil, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will affect its own “believers” every minute. Then this church that worships him can really Does it last that long?

Although cultists are all brains, they are all normal people before joining.

If they see that the believers of the "primitive moon" are all snakes, why should they start believing in the "primitive moon"?

So if the "primitive moon" before this has been so appalling, then the belief in the "primitive moon" is unlikely to last that long.

And the current "primitive moon" in the form of "vending machines" is the most reasonable explanation for this kind of "cult worship" that can last so long!

For this reason, Lucid came to the conclusion:

The "primitive moon" itself may have some unknown "change"!

This is very interesting.

Was Roselle “contaminated” on the moon?

Or maybe...he "contaminated" the moon?

As I thought about it, Lucid suddenly felt a sense of "thinking and terrifying", and many dense goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.

The "primitive moon" that looks like this "vending machine" now really pollutes Roselle?

"Harmful…"

Thinking about it, she suddenly sighed, feeling quite sad, feeling that she seemed to be stunned.

It is said that "pollution" will affect thinking... But how can I tell whether my current thinking is "affected"?

Thinking of this, Lucid couldn't help lowering his head, glanced at the exquisite "mark" on the back of his right hand, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The mud bodhisattva crosses the river, it is hard to protect himself!

She laughed at herself, she slowly got up, changed into a more formal dress, bit the bullet and opened the bedroom door, and walked to the living room.