This is the first time Ignatius has come to the Southern Continent.

To his surprise, this place seems to be as orderly as the big city in the Loen Kingdom, and the city planning is orderly.

Now the sky is still slightly and dimly lit, and there are hardly any figures on the street.

There was only a slight fragrance of morning dew in the air, and the smell of horse dung soaked in the depths of the earth.

It was Luen. At this time, I am afraid that the railroad carriages on the road have already passed a few times; the peddler selling Dixie's pie stall also pushed the cart to the side of the road; ear.

But this is not Loen after all.

Even though it is the second largest economic city in the Balam Empire, the atmosphere here is still comfortable and laid-back.

Compared with the elegance and restraint of the Loen Kingdom, the Balam Empire seems to be more advocating the beauty of nature.

As soon as he arrived, Igna saw the sky was clear and the trees were shady. There is not much smell of kerosene and machinery in the air.

Although the main urban buildings are also made of cement, it can be clearly seen that they have a natural atmosphere and advocate natural fashion.

Including the building designated by Mr. Xingxing.

Even near the city center, there are accompanying small gardens and elaborately carved phoenix ornaments with ethnic flavors.

Igna sent Mr. Xingxing to the door of the room, but Mr. Xing pointed to the mailbox at the door and said casually, "If you have any needs, you can also write to me."

"The recipient doesn't have to fill it out. However, as long as it is delivered to the mailbox, I can receive it. You don't need to care about the time."

Igna was stunned. He looked at the poet with an opera mask.

When he saw the eyes hidden behind the mask, Igna finally realized that it was Mr. Xingxing who was beating around the bush... No, he was expressing kindness with good intentions.

No one would reject the kindness of a demigod.

"Thank you for your selflessness and generosity."

"If I can provide you with any help, please let me know too." Igna took off his hat and said gratefully. "Allow me to make a small contribution to your cause too."

Star waved his hand.

"Hmm." However, his movements suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly, his black medium-length hair falling on his shoulders.

Then, Mr. Xingxing, who was quite poetic, showed a smile to Igna, looking a little innocent and a little cunning.

"Exactly, you can help me deliver a letter." Xing Xing said.

"..."

"..."

"Okay." Igna took off the top hat again, pressed his chest and saluted, "I am willing to serve you."

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After getting the letter, Igna went to another small house that looked very local, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Mr. Xingxing specially instructed that it cannot be delivered to the mailbox, but must be handed over to the owner of the house.

This requirement seems somewhat odd.

The current time in the Balam Empire is exactly four in the morning. At this time, asking for the letter to be delivered to the other party can definitely be regarded as disturbing.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Even so, Igna knocked on the door.

He thought like this: Mr. Xingxing, as a demigod of the Insomniac pathway, his companions should probably also be accustomed to his "Insomniac" style.

Igna patiently waited for three minutes after knocking on the door.

But didn't get any feedback.

Igna looked around and tried to enter the room by opening the door.

However, the moment he tried to pass through the door, the scene behind the door was reflected in his mind.

It was a combination of two clergymen with vastly different sizes and appearances.

They are tall and short, one big and one small, one is as huge as a hill, and the other is as delicate and white as a teenager.

They all wore priestly costumes from the Church of the Mother Earth.

The tall priest looked unusually burly, as if he had the blood of a half-giant. His eyebrows are light and sparse, and there are distinct wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth (Note 1).

The slender, white-skinned young man looked like a blood family, with a pair of very beautiful red eyes, and a handsome but slightly delicate face that was enough to be published in Playboy magazines (Note 2).

Their eyes were locked tightly on him outside the door. They all have weapons in their hands.

The giant priest even held a giant sword made of brilliance condensed in his hand.

However, until this time, Igna did not feel the hostility in them. They cleverly concealed their vigilant intentions.

Therefore, in the next moment, Ignatius' figure was gently erased by an eraser like a pencil draft.

The burly priest in the room noticed this change immediately.

He immediately turned his head to look behind him.

Five meters behind them, only a letter fell quietly.

And the old Feysac sentence drawn in the air with a trick like starlight.

"Sorry to interrupt, this is a letter from the stars."

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Ignat didn't go very far after leaving the message with the trick.

Instead, he traveled to the rooftop three houses away.

Looking at the seemingly empty environment around him, he whispered in Old Feysac, "I'm very sorry for disrupting your arrangement. I was commissioned by someone else to deliver the letter. Please forgive me if I disturb you."

"He said that just telling me 'the letter came from the stars' would prove my friendliness."

Igna's voice fell lightly, but there was no reaction around him, as if he was talking to the air.

The wind was blowing gently on the roof.

After Igna took off the top hat and saluted, on the obsidian cufflinks that Igna did not notice, two tiny figures of a man and a woman were reflected.

The male has a thin face, pale complexion, and appears to be in his twenties. There seemed to be a deep malice hidden in his eyes, and the whole person revealed a little madness. (Note 3)

Women are like exquisite dolls, wearing black Gothic court dresses and small soft hats of pupil color. His face was pale, with pale blond hair and delicate features. (Note 4)

"Understood. Take care." An illusory voice sounded in Igna's ear.

Igna's eyes widened slightly.

The wind around him suddenly became stronger, and the leaves with morning dew swayed.

In the inspiration, Igna can clearly feel something attached to him leaving.

Everything seemed to disappear without a trace.

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Ignatius waited for a while to put on his top hat and leave, amid the mocking chirping of birds in the early morning.

This time, after many transits, he appeared on the roof of the Backlund Civilas Stadium.

This was the place where Joshua would sneak out to smoke when he was at work. Later, he and Jennings found out, and they often came here to solve lunch.

Igna sighed softly at the familiar sight.

"Ding--"

He gently tossed the coin hidden in his palm. And the coin landed exactly on the back of his hand.

The coin is heads up, which means the danger has been lifted.

Igna was relieved.

As a seasoned astrologer, he certainly wouldn't go into action without any preparation or divination.

Not even if the opponent is a "star" of the Tarot Club.

After getting Mr. Xingxing's letter, Igna went to the gray fog to perform divination by going to the bathroom.

The conclusion is that "there is a certain danger, but as long as you have the 'key', the problem can be solved."

Igna returned to the stars, and politely and euphemistically asked about the "possible danger" and the "key" to solve the problem.

When Mr. Xingxing heard Igna's question, he did not hide his surprise and disappointment that the prank failed.

"It seems that you are not very rookie."

"..."

"..."

Fortunately, Mr. Xingxing doesn't seem to have any intention of sticking to the prank to the end.

He still told Igna the "password" how to solve the problem peacefully. However, Mr. Xingxing still sold off about what difficulties Igna would encounter when delivering the letter.

Fortunately, it's all over now.

Ignatius looked down from the rooftop of Siviras Field, and saw again the Dixie pie stand he often ate with Jennings.

Igna opened his pocket watch with a "pop".

12:14

The promotion and the "express service" in the Southern Continent still took a lot of time.

But there are still forty minutes before the meeting every Monday...

Igna thought seriously about how to solve the lunch problem.

It's a good choice to eat the Desi's pie and sweet iced tea that I used to eat in the past~lightnovelpub.net~ But, maybe, going to Desi to eat the authentic Desi's pie is a better choice?

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Interlude: Dixie Pie follow-up:

At 12:55 Jennings' office door was knocked open, and officers handed him a takeaway of Dixie's pie.

Jennings: What is this?

Police officer: Doctor, someone put it on my desk and asked me to show it to you.

Jennings: (Looking at the Dixie pie that he once said that he wanted to eat Dixie Bay's unique mixed spice flavor)

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Note 1: The appearance of Father Utravsky mainly refers to the bishop of "Giant" in Chapter 93 of the Faceless Man in the second volume

Note 2: The appearance of Emlyn White, the little moon, mainly refers to the ambition of "The Hanged Man" in chapter 153 of the second part

Note 3: Maric's appearance mainly refers to Chapter 20 of The Faceless Man in the second volume.

Note 4: Miss Sharon's appearance, mainly refer to Chapter 65 of the second Faceless Man Free?

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