Fuluoyin's perception was fully open, and she was paying attention to Chen Lun's expression at all times.
There was a hint of nervousness on her pretty face.
As the creator of this strange thing, she naturally knew its information.
Well... it can be said to be a bit tasteless.
The charm value restriction is not too bad, and Fuluoyin believes that he is fully qualified to use it.
But the scent that is sprayed does not distinguish between friend and foe, which directly establishes its practicality and sets an almost zero tone.
My knife is a poisonous blade coated with poison, swishing...
After spraying the perfume, I was the first one to fall down, and I slept more soundly than a baby. However, the aftereffects might be a bit serious, after all, it was an extraordinary toxin that corroded the soul.
And I will fall into insomnia the next day, which is quite torturous.
"It's a nice trick, Floin."
Chen Lun played with the perfume bottle for a while, stroking the withered octopus pattern on it with his thumb, and said to her with a smile.
Flo Yin was slightly stunned.
She didn't expect to receive compliments.
Gently shaking her head, she said:
"This strange artifact doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. You'd better not use it... I'm sorry I wasted those materials."
"Oh, no, it's really good. It suits me very well."
Chen Lun comforted.
He gently shook the perfume bottle in his hand and smiled:
"I have a special resistance, so its toxins can't harm me... In this way, its shortcomings are no longer shortcomings."
I have resistance to hell, not only high resistance to fire, but also high resistance to poison. Benzoin perfume is perfect for me.
"I see... That's great."
Flo Yin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile.
Chen Lun looked at the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out his hand and gently wiped away her sweat.
"Go and rest first, Flo Yin. I have something else to do later."
He picked up the top hat beside him and put it on slowly.
Then he turned and walked out.
Fuluoyin "looked" at his back, lost in thought.
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Inner city.
First Street.
This is a prosperous neighborhood where many nobles and parliamentarians live.
On the central streets, gentlemen in suits and elegantly dressed ladies walked slowly on the streets. Horse-drawn carriages shuttled back and forth, and the drivers rang their bells to alert passers-by.
A huge iron mailbox painted orange-red stands on the side of the street. It is a public mailbox. Every day a special postman comes to check it and take out the letters for delivery.
A tall man in a black suit slowly walked to the mailbox and stuffed the two letters in his hand into the two openings of the mailbox.
He pulled up the brim of his hat, and walked away with his silver cane.
Not long after, a postman happened to come riding a pedal-powered bicycle with large and small wheels. This mechanical means of transportation has no chain and is driven forward purely by leg strength by pedaling the pedals of the large wheel in front.
Because it is not yet popular and is relatively rare, passers-by often take a few more glances at it.
The postman braked with difficulty with his legs and stopped at the side of the road. He wiped the sweat off his face and ran to the mailbox, took out the key, unlocked it, and counted the letters inside.
When he picked up the letter numbered "705302X", there was no expression on his face, but he naturally put it into the inner pocket of his backpack.
He immediately pulled out a small note book, took out a pen from his breast pocket, opened a page and wrote:
"—Team Leader Mona, the letter from that Excellency has been received."
Soon, words appeared out of thin air below this line of words:
"—Okay, send it to me as soon as possible."
The postman calmly put away the paper and pen, as if he had completed his job of recording the letter.
He did not leave in a hurry, but continued to count the letters, just like an ordinary postman.
"This is a letter from Pompeii Manor."
He picked up another letter, nodded, and sorted it out.
Soon, he finished all the work, closed the lid of the mailbox and locked it, got on the bicycle, swung his body in a funny way, and pedaled the big front wheel and left quickly.
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A few days later.
A busy commercial street, with an inconspicuous building on the side of the road.
There was a knock on the door of the room on the top floor.
Knock-knock…
"Come in."
A cold female voice came from inside.
The door was opened and a tall bearded man walked in. When he saw the short-haired woman sitting behind the huge desk, he touched his chest and bowed slightly.
"Team Leader Mona, Ralph is here to report."
Mona seemed very happy, smiled, stood up and walked over.
"Senior Ralph, long time no see."
She also returned the chest-touching gesture.
"Congratulations on your advancement to Sequence 7 some time ago. You have been promoted to Special Envoy and transferred to Amber City."
“It’s a bit embarrassing to say that after accumulating so many years in a place like Emerald Town, it was only because of a group of crazy people who didn’t care about their lives that I was able to gain some enlightenment and complete the ritual…
Fossil City specifically conveyed the teacher's order, asking me to come here to assist you."
Ralph looked at the young woman in front of him and sighed to himself.
As one of the many students under the teacher, he belonged to the most inconspicuous group, but he graduated many years earlier than Mona.
Later, I heard that the teacher accepted a student named Mona and admired her very much. What was even more surprising was that this student was determined not to step into the mysterious realm and decided to fight against the extraordinary with her mortal body.
Almost everyone thinks her belief is stupid and sensational, but Ralph knows that it has something to do with Mona's life experience.
Her father, Tang En, was originally an investigator who had spent his entire life fighting against evil supernatural beings and suppressing wild creatures. But mortals were fragile after all, and as time went by, most of Tang En's colleagues in the team died, and the rest retired due to disability.
This made Tang En extremely eager for extraordinary power, and he believed that only by being promoted to extraordinary level could he better maintain the stability of the empire.
At that time, Tang En's boss, in recognition of his years of dedication and fearless struggle, gave him an opportunity to be promoted to an extraordinary level.
That was the trick potion researched by the Extraordinary Workshop, a reagent with extraordinary properties. Unlike extraordinary knowledge, it did not require personal understanding, and as long as one drank it, there was a certain probability of being promoted to Sequence 9.
After Tang En resolutely drank the trick, he was successfully promoted, but this also triggered the hidden pollution that was buried when he was performing a mission in the past, causing him to lose control on the spot and be killed by his colleagues on the spot.
Mona's mother died of depression because of this incident.
Mona, who lost her parents, is determined to follow her father's path and become an investigator. However, she is extremely repulsive to supernatural powers, as if she wants to prove that mortals are not incapable of fighting against supernatural powers.
Mona studied hard at the Royal Academy, honing her shooting and fighting skills, and eventually graduated with the best grades of that class.
Mona’s teacher was her father Tang En’s former boss.
On the day of graduation, her teacher gave her a relic of her father, Tang En, which was a cat's eye police badge.
"Senior Ralph?"
Mona spoke up.
Ralph came back to his senses and smiled at her.
"Team Leader Mona, just call me by my name. Since it is an order, I am now your subordinate."
"In that case, I'll trouble you from now on, Ralph."
Mona laughed.
She asked Ralph to sit down, and then she took out some documents from the cabinet behind her desk.
"This is the investigation report on the Red Apple Church in Amber City. Take a look."
Mona handed the documents to Ralph and then made him a cup of tea.
Ralph read it carefully, then frowned.
"Although these accusations are based on irrefutable evidence, they can only prove that the Amber City branch was responsible. They cannot shake the entire Red Apple Church..."
"That's right, but the teacher has already submitted my report. He has always been unhappy with the church. If there is such an opportunity, the Red Apple Church will definitely pay a price."
Mona also sat down in front of him and spoke.
"In addition, their reputation in Amber City has been completely ruined. The church here is vacant and may be taken over by other sects."
Ralph nodded in agreement.
Then Mona said something that surprised him:
"In addition to these, Archbishop Rafa of the Red Apple Church was very involved in the Gallery Incident and the Battle of Bradley Square... She even sent down an incarnation and tried to sacrifice the city."
Ralph looked up in surprise and saw Mona with a stern expression.
"I didn't write this in my report, but told the teacher directly through a notepad..."
Ralph took a moment to digest this shocking news.
He spoke with difficulty, his voice sounding a little hoarse:
"What did the teacher say?"
Mona shook her head slightly.
"He said 'got it'."
"No more?"
“No more.”
Ralph picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed.
It has been heard for a long time that the Sun Royal Family has summoned the elites of various major sects to go to the spiritual world to investigate a major event. The Sun King attaches great importance to this matter. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Red Apple Church dared to take any unusual action during this sensitive and critical period.
I don’t know what the teacher’s attitude is.
He thought to himself as he opened the last remaining document.
The next second, he paused.
"The new department of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, the circus?"
Ralph put down the teacup and asked Mona uncertainly:
"You agree?"
Mona nodded, pointed to the document in Ralph's hand, and added:
"Take a look at the appendix."
Hearing this, Ralph turned to the end.
The expression on his face was even more surprised.
In the appendix there was a profile of a man named Jack Speight.
All these information were filled in by Mona herself.
It is described in detail above that Chen Lun destroyed the Red Apple Church branch in Emerald Town and then came to Amber City.
They also destroyed the Amber City branch of the Red Apple Church and the evil supernatural organization "Circus".
It is also specifically noted here that the "Circus"'s heinous crimes in the gallery case and the planning of its member Beckmann were the main causes of the tragedy.
Jackspeight turned the tide and saved Amber City. In the end, he chose to join the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce and formed a mercenary team, also named "Circus".
Ralph recognized Jack at first sight.
When he was still the leader of the shelter in Emerald Town, he had an invisible battle with this guy.
I wouldn't say I feel any dislike for it, on the contrary I kind of admire it.
He dared to attack the Red Apple Church, but did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He spared the lives of his investigators and showed respect for the bodies of civilians.
This is an extraordinary person in the opposition with a moral bottom line.
"This guy is quite capable."
Ralph said softly.
Mona shook her head slightly at him, and Ralph was a little confused.
"Keep reading, there are more surprises."
Ralph then flipped through the documents again and found a letter of guarantee from Rosa, the owner of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, and a joint letter of praise from dozens of nobles and hundreds of wealthy businessmen, led by Viscount Pompey.
His eyes widened as he saw that these people were actually willing to pool funds to help rebuild the ruined Bradley Square.
Because Earl Bradley was arrested for a serious crime, the name of the square needed to be changed, so these people decided to name the square "Black Messenger Square".
If Chen Lun saw this document, he probably wouldn't be too surprised.
Because this was exactly what he had asked Viscount Pompey to do in his letter, the 16 points of regional fame began to release a powerful influence invisibly.
"The incident with Earl Bradley has frightened these people. They are in urgent need of finding support in the mysterious realm so that they can feel safe."
Mona laughed.
After reading all the documents, Ralph had a general understanding of the situation and understood what she meant.
"It is, but it doesn't make any sense."
He shook his head and sighed.
But soon, Ralph remembered a question.
"Wait, you just said that Archbishop Rafa of the Red Apple Church descended incarnate and was ready to sacrifice the city... How was she stopped?!"
Mona put a photo on the table and pushed it in front of Ralph.
The scene above is Chen Lun floating in the air with wings growing on his back.
"It was also him who repelled the incarnation of the saint. The common people who did not know the truth called him the 'Black Messenger'. The nobles and wealthy businessmen were going to use this name to name the newly rebuilt square..."
"Hiss..."
Ralph took a deep breath and stared at the man in the photo.
Under that messy black hair, those emotionless eyes.
"Jack Speight..."
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Another month passed quickly.
Jack Manor, third floor of the villa.
Chen Lun stood by the window of his room, playing with a silver coin in his hand.
It was the high-level token that Rosa gave her before she left, the silver ring coin.
Aim at the middle area of the silver coin and snap your finger.
Snap—buzz!
The middle part of the silver coin began to spin wildly, like a silver ball.
The invisible sound spread out and Chen Lun began to squint his eyes.
Ever since he added blessing points to Nature's Favor, his insight attribute has just reached 30 points.
Even without wearing the silver pot, one already has the ability to see the spirit world.
He planned to take this opportunity to take a closer look at the spirit world messenger of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce.
The extraordinary people of this era, except for those with special weapons or means, generally use messengers from the spiritual world to deliver each other's letters and items to achieve relatively private long-distance communication.
The time and space of the spiritual world do not completely overlap with the real world, so when traveling in the spiritual world, if you can grasp the specific anchor points of the real world, you can achieve an effect similar to that of a "wormhole" and quickly travel between the two places.
The high-level token that Rosa gave to Chen Lun is equivalent to an exclusive item for summoning a messenger.
He had never received such treatment in his previous life, because this was equivalent to the Chamber of Commerce's "VIP customer service."
The silver coin between the two fingers was still spinning in the middle, passing through the phantom.
Soon, Chen Lun realized something.
He raised his eyes and looked upwards.
A dark blue crack suddenly appeared on the ceiling, and a pair of strong arms covered with dark green keratin scales stretched out from it and clung to both sides of the crack.
Then, a huge crocodile head emerged from inside.
Its amber pair of vertical pupils were slightly stunned.
In the room below, a strange man was looking up at him with curious eyes, as if he was sizing him up with interest...