Standing in the mail cabin, Sean blinked, not sure if he heard it wrong: Arthur wants to share the honor of the epic mission with his team?

Putting aside those rewards that are too extravagant for the king, Sean said seriously: "Arthur, I know you intend to train us, but, to be honest, we didn't have the whole process of completing Stella's mission. Participation..." Arthur shook his head: "No, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have entered Raliyah, let alone try this task. You gave me the opportunity and courage. On the surface, you You didn't participate in killing Hyderaar, but in fact, your existence is closely related to the completion of this task. What's more, you should have been rewarded for coming out of R'lyeh with me..."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sharing epic-level rewards with others, even for ace-level, is by no means an easy decision.

"That's it, Sean. You gotta get used to being with me.

"In addition, I have to tell you the secret of being able to live to this day and living a fairly good life: the sweetness is too great, and if you take too much, you will suffer backlash, so I am always used to sharing.

"Share it, don't let me suffer. Just help me." Sean could only blink again and again, it was the first time he heard this philosophy of life.

Of course, as a sage, he understood what Arthur said

"sweetness" and

"Backlash" is a balance of invisible forces. But he also had to admit that Arthur was the first person he saw with his own eyes who believed and practiced so.

That's why he has the status and strength he has today. Sean feels that he still has a lot to learn.

Three days later, the Queen Mary arrived in New York Harbour. Today's Xinyue Port is very different from usual.

People saw those people in black clothes and masks busy here, clearing a road that ordinary people would never want to tread.

Passing through the crowd with curious eyes, they saw several extraordinary explorers get off the boat and, supported by a group of men in black, walked towards another exit... On the street outside the exit that is rarely visited by people, six Ford sedans were parked , each door is painted with association

The logo of "The Eye of Truth". The explorer who was restrained by special shackles was escorted into a car, and several others got into other cars respectively. Under the curious eyes of people from a distance, the convoy set off.

"Do you know why I was exposed at the dinner party?" In the car, Arthur turned his head to look at Sean.

At this moment, Sean already understood a little bit. Arthur retrieved Stella's Notebook and at the same time freed many dirge birds.

Combined with the news of Arthur Merlin's return from R'lyeh, there must be one thing that many high-level explorers can understand: Arthur got the notebook.

In the world of occultism, especially the depraved ones... no one wants a guide to R'lyeh.

This also means that the road from the pier to the headquarters of the association is very likely to be unstable. Rather than a group of people being wary of those greedy prying eyes in the dark, it is better to let the association worry about security.

Let the Ministry of Justice, the Department of Risk Control and the Department of Field Service jointly dispatch, today they have such specifications

"Boat Pickup Service," thanks to Arthur's

"Drunken gaffe". Arthur took

With a "more than that" expression, he raised his eyes to the sky. Moonlight's sight was directed out of the window, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a black angel gliding from the building, and turned his head to look, only to find that it was not an angel, but a biplane.

Sean suddenly realized: It is impossible for someone to come up with the idea of ​​this notebook. Because it wasn't just the exaggerated convoy, there was also an ace-level escort.

Everyone on the reins could see that the biplane was dragging a streamer banner behind it, and the red lettering stood out against the blue sky: "Welcome back to the New Testament, bastard." Arthur smiled.

The wingman next to him also appeared, also hanging a banner: "Don't be complacent, your epic number is currently equal to mine."

"Haha..." Arthur laughed.

"The Aviator" Walter Hughes, another ace in the association. Combining a film industry boss, an aviator fanatic, and a playboy, he is a top explorer who is no less powerful than Arthur in terms of strength and reputation.

Last year, "Angels of Purgatory", which he invested in and shot, was the most expensive air combat movie in history. The grand premiere is still talked about by people... The most mysterious rumor about him is related to his car—called

"Paul" biplane. According to legend, Walt was flying his love plane in a mysterious airspace during a mission. After the crash, Paul merged with a resident from a different abyss and became a special life form.

The plane had a will of its own, dedicated to Walt, a rare modern artifact that could sail into legend, an unimaginably mysterious legacy.

There are also rumors recently that Walt is trying to improve and iterate on Paul. Maybe it will be the latest monoplane that soars in the sky in the future.

This pair of special fetters will continue to write more legends in the sky... The man who returned is that Arthur Merlin, and with such a **** of death sitting in the sky, any risk will disappear.

Watching the convoy drive into the Street of Silence, Walter circled his fingers towards the wingman, and the formation deflected to return. The people who were wearing masks and hurrying along stopped in their tracks.

All kinds of masks looked at the convoy. Rumors spread faster than real news, and almost everyone knew that Arthur Merlin had returned, bringing with him the huge wealth of the association for the next twenty years.

No one would like to witness the demeanor of that star in the world of mystery exploration, of course, there is also the famous Eternal Night's Ark.

The motorcade parked along the flower bed in front of the building, and standing on the steps was waiting for...another vice president of the association, Torres Stress Elliott.

This tall man is imposing in appearance, as the most famous contemporary poet, there are almost no explorers who have not read his famous long poem.

However, there are very few people who can really understand the meaning of it.

"Mr. Elliott..." Walking up the stairs~lightnovelpub.net~ Arthur stretched out his hand,

"Today's battle is a bit big-you don't have to worry about it so much." Rein

"No, Arthur." The tall man patted Arthur on the back, he was taller than everyone present, even if he wasn't standing in the most important position, he could still let people see who was the most important person at a glance,

"No matter what, you are the most precious asset of the association." During the conversation between the two, Moonlight turned his head, and he saw many explorers and many masks standing under the steps.

Most of them are jacks, including queens. They just watched from a distance, recalling the rumors that had been raging recently.

Initiating the largest call for grace in history, returning from the R'lye Center, and bringing back Stella's notebook... Moonlight 1902 blinked in the eyes of people, and suddenly realized that he had become a legend in the eyes of others a member.

"Gentlemen, please come in," Elliott invited all the returnees,

"—such an important collection, we brought it directly into the 'roots'."