"Ah! Why should I do such a thing!!"

　　 Lucid, exhausted physically and mentally, glanced back at the magnificent gate of No.1 Denis Street, a bit resentful.

　　 This "Gnostic Society" is not a concept at all in my imagination.

　　 In his memory of the senses, the "Gnosticism" is actually the vest of the witch sect, an out-and-out cult.

　　 And the facts have proved the first point, but after Lucid's observations over the past few days, this second point is somewhat untenable.

　　 These few days can be called the most regular period of his life.

　　 After getting up every morning, the morning is thunderous to clean and clean, and then go out to buy food for the day...

　　 In the afternoon, Tellis taught him all kinds of occult knowledge and some "basic etiquette".

　　 The latter article was added by Tellis on his own initiative. In his words:

　　 "I cannot tolerate the existence of a savage, vulgar, and impenetrable barbarian in my house! Even if her voice is no better!"

　　 after he repeatedly stated that he would rather live with curly baboons than with such impenetrable "barbarians".

　　 Lucid had no choice but to accept this "unreasonable request" for him to teach himself etiquette.

　　 So his current life has become a regular life like cleaning, shopping, and cooking in the morning, learning mysticism in the afternoon, and learning "basic etiquette" in the evening.

　　 Before he changed his job, he couldn't figure out how his life would look like after joining the "Gnostic Society" even if he wanted to break his head.

　　……

　　 Stepping on the flat bluestone road of Tridney Street, under the shade of the tall and lush Intis plane trees, the curly baboon walked towards the market with ease.

　　 After going out of Denis Street, continue to walk a short distance along the Lane River, and then cross an old stone arch bridge to a small market where Lucid is going.

　　 On the banks of the Lane, he also saw many hungry and thin workers busy.

　　Looking at their familiar posture, the curly baboon can't help but miss the 21st century hometown...

　　 woke up and awoke his nose, he bit his lips tightly.

　　 stared blankly at the workers busy building the reinforced concrete bridge, and a long time passed without knowing it.

　　 After regaining consciousness, he realized that it was past noon, and he hurriedly walked towards the market.

　　 He walked and thought:

　　 "Concrete..."

　　 could not help but think of his "hometown" Huang Tao. Roselle Gustav.

　　 "I don't know what kind of state he is now..."

　　 Recalling the "common sense" learned these days, the curly baboon frowned unconsciously.

　　 It is 1174.

　　 It was just a few months after "Huang Tao Russell Gustav" became the "consultant" in the first year.

　　 Hammered his head, Lucid only felt that there was paste inside.

　　 Either because of the poor brain capacity of the curly baboon, or for other unknown reasons, there are very few things about Roselle in his poor memory.

　　 I only remember that my poor, chic, and romantic fellow couldn't think of going to the sky in his old age, and then he was contaminated with a dazed expression. Then there is a long self-seal...

　　 But with his poor brain capacity of the curly-haired baboon, I really can’t remember exactly when that happened...

　　 "Wow! So annoying!" The curly baboon frowned.

　　 Of course, if he does not care about all the consequences, it is not difficult for him to see this "hometown".

　　 Only need to make some "big movement" in the crowd disturbance, it is easy to achieve this goal.

　　 For example, in the middle of the night in the middle of the night, take a big tin trumpet and sing a song "Love when you die" or something in the central square...

　　 Otherwise, he would say loudly in Mandarin: "Huang Tao! Your mother called you to go home for dinner!"?

　　 呸, it's too far.

　　 In short, if it is desperate, it is not difficult to attract Huang Tao's attention.

　　 But after experiencing so many things, he is no longer the ignorant Lu Xiaobai.

　　 If you rashly “face up” with Emperor Roselle like this, there may be several situations:

　　The first type: Huang Tao's villager is not polluted at all, and then the villager sees the villager...

　　 This is the best situation, but other possibilities are not ruled out.

　　 The second kind: Huang Tao has been polluted, his personality has changed drastically, he grabbed himself and clicked away...

　　 This is not impossible, God knows what kind of person Russell will be polluted.

　　 The third type: The polluted Roselle was stimulated by himself, and immediately "out of control" and turned into a terrifying monster...

　　 Except for the first situation, everyone is very happy, the other is not a good result.

　　 He didn't dare to gamble on the pollution of foreign gods.

　　 After all, this is not a game, and the elements of gambling are still undesirable.

　　 But now is the stage when Roselle has just been in power. It seems that he has survived for a long time in the plot.

　　 This calmed Lucid's urgency a little bit.

　　 hasn't reached the worst point yet!

　　 Decided to be conservative, he decided to find an opportunity to observe his fellow Huang Tao Russell Gustav.

　　 only "candidly meet" with him after confirming that his mental condition is normal.

　　 Lucid doesn't want to use his own life to test the pollution from the "starry sky". UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 But how to get to Emperor Roselle's side is also a problem.

"Ugh!"

　　 frowned, this problem is really a headache.

　　 "How about disguised as a girl? With Huang Tao's "sperm upper brain" temperament..."

　　 shook his head violently to dispel the bad idea.

　　 This is too scary.

　　 "It won't really let him succeed... Isn't it all right to self-destruct his identity in a critical juncture?"

　　 There was an angry operation in his mind again.

　　Think carefully, it seems that there is a certain degree of feasibility?

　　 Soon he thought that Russell, the wolf extinction in his memory, had even committed a real "witch"...

　　 "Fuck it, I'm afraid it wasn't me just over..."

so horrible! !

　　 Lucid doesn’t want to see such an article when Ke Miao is reading his diary:

　　 "January 16, wow! I met a fellow from the earth! The witch's taste is really good!"

　　Thinking about it, it was a chill.

　　 "Why don't you turn your face into the god-level face of Kuabi Luo at a critical juncture?"

　　Hey, this is a feasible way.

　　 Keep this method in mind, if you really encounter the last resort, it would be a life-saving straw.

　　 This Huang Tao brother is not so heavy, right?

　　 is not a military enthusiast, right?

　　……

　　 Thinking wildly, the curly baboon came to the market across the Lane River.

　　 A little messy market with people coming and going, it's a scene of enthusiasm.

　　 The nose smelled a scent of food mixed with dirt and corruption, and he couldn't help but tighten the upper end of the cloak.

　　 Life is difficult!