Primordial Sequence

After thinking for a while, Camus entered the spiritual time. Looking at the cracked sky, Camus was confused for a while. The meditation method requires a support. After Tianzhi left, he had to think of something to support the spiritual world, so Who are you fantasizing about?

"Dong dong"

Camus touched her chin and walked around uneasily upstairs. Suddenly, Camus had a flash of inspiration, and a burst of light appeared in her eyes.

"Why don't I fantasize about myself? It's just to support the spiritual world, why don't I give it a try?"

Camus sat on the bed with an expression on his face, making a triangle with his fingers, and a magic power reverberated between his fingers.

spiritual world

Camus looked at his own shape carefully and transformed himself into a faceless man sitting on a throne. The throne was covered with resentful spirits, but just when he was about to succeed, the throne collapsed. Camus frowned and opened his eyes. .

"Isn't it possible? Is there any secret?"

Thinking of this, Camus ran downstairs and grabbed Kaxiu, "What is your meditation method? Who are you fantasizing about?"

Ka Xiu looked at Kamius, who was nervous today, with suspicious eyes, "Is it a meditation object? What I fantasized about was the 'Darkest Pendant'. What happened to you today?"

"The darkest pendant, the darkest pendant?" Kamuo murmured slowly.

Card Xiu looked at the somewhat dull Kamui and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Our meditation objects are either gods or artifacts, because they represent the rules of this world. What's wrong with you?"

Kamiu rubbed his brows and said, "Artifacts and gods? I understand, I'll go up first."

Card Xiu was stunned, feeling a little confused, "What's going on? Doesn't he have a fantasy object? Or the captain gave it to him."

Camus went upstairs and started thinking about who he was fantasizing about? If you don't succeed, it must be because you are not strong enough, so why don't you try with someone stronger? Or fantasize about heavenly title again?

Kamuo tried to imagine Tianwei again, and found that he had really imagined it, but this Tianwei had no consciousness and no exchange function. It was just a simple support. Tianwei was exuding golden light, and there were streams of gold. Lang repaired Camus' spiritual world. Camus breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the sky and cursed.

"Fuck you, uncle, just bring me here and leave me alone. You ran away, what should I do?"

After cursing and cursing for a while, Kamuo looked at Tianwei who had not moved at all, sighed and returned to the real world.

"Sleep, I must go home. I've had enough of this place."

Early the next morning, Camus got up early and personally sent Cassius to District 9 before returning home and continuing to read. Because Fiona said that there was a gathering of nobles today, Camus saw him around 5 p.m. , then packed up his clothes and walked to the Triumph District.

The Triumph District was brightly lit at night, and the roadside was full of carriages. Camus looked at the crowd, paid the 3 copper fare and walked forward.

"No. 55, Triumph District" Looking at this large villa, Kamiao read out the door number.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" The butler at the door greeted Camus politely.

"Invitation? Sorry, I don't have that. Ms. Fiona invited me here. Is she in there?"

Upon hearing this, the butler took out a notebook, looked at Camus' appearance, and asked carefully, "Are you Mr. Relimon Camus, the moon elf?"

"Yes sir, it's me."

Upon hearing this, the butler politely bent down, pointed inside and issued an invitation. "Sir, you are our distinguished guest. Mr. Mayor has already informed me, please come with me."

"Mayor Brody? Is this the mayor's house?"

"Yes, sir, this is Mayor Brody's house. I am his housekeeper. You can move around as you please. I will continue to receive guests. I'm sorry."

After the housekeeper welcomed Camus in, he bent down and stepped back. Camus looked at the big house and took a deep breath.

"Not bad, the mayor should be a rich man." I saw that this was a huge manor, with a huge figure sculpture in front of the door. The orange light illuminated the marble walls, and each of them was well-dressed. While the others were chatting quietly, Camus raised his eyebrows, picked up a plate, put some food on it, sat at the dining table and started eating.

"Hi... Mr. Camus, I didn't expect to see you here."

Hearing someone calling his name, Camus swallowed the food in his mouth and turned around and saw that it was Monty Anna's uncle, Monty Smith.

"Oh, good evening, Mr. Smith. Nice to see you too. Isn't Ms. Monty Anna here?"

Smith smiled and said, "She and some friends have already arrived. I guess they are playing games upstairs. Do you need a drink?"

Seeing him taking the initiative to clink glasses with her, Camus picked up the champagne glass next to her and clinked it. Their glasses clashed together, making a crisp sound.

"Sorry, do you need something to eat? The food should be great." Camus pointed to the plate.

Smith smiled and said, "I've already eaten it. Mr. Camus, please eat it yourself. Thank you for your help last time. You are an upright makeup artist."

"Oh, getting money to do things is my purpose. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me at Golden Oak No. 77. I have opened a divination house there."

Smith nodded, "Yes, I deeply sympathize with Captain Munro's death. It is said that you took over his position?"

"Well, he is a good captain. Didn't you expect Mr. Smith also knows our captain?"

Smith shook his cup and looked into the distance, "I have heard about the deeds of the Rose Investigation Team during the first stage. Captain Munro is a just man who deserves respect from all of us."

Camus took a bite of food and wiped his mouth with a towel. "I was also surprised by his death. After we drank the potion, who could know the result in the future?" Smith's eyes flashed, "I know where Mr. Camus has a corpse of a "speaking worm". I need this kind of thing. I don't know what Mr. Camus requires?" "Speaking worm?" Camus' eyes flashed, and he looked at Smith's face quietly, "I don't want money. I wonder what you can pay?" Smith smiled slightly and took out a list from his arms. It was full of potion materials. Camus took it and looked at it, his eyes flashed. "How do you want to exchange? I think the speaking worm is more precious than these things." Smith took out a cigar from his arms, lit it slowly, and stretched out two fingers. "One for two, you may take two of the materials on it." "Three, if you can, we will trade." Camus stretched out three fingers. Smith shook his head and reached out to take back the list of materials, "Mr. Camus, I always thought we were friends. These three things of yours are really outrageous. This is not what a friend should do. Look at the things above. Which one is not a precious potion material?"

Camus drank a sip of champagne expressionlessly. Anyway, his soul scale was only 3.2, and it was still early to reach the promotion requirements, not to mention a lot of promotion knowledge. He was not in a hurry.

Seeing that Camus was not in a hurry, Smith was struggling in his heart. "Language worm" is an extremely scarce potion material, but it is too bad to exchange it for three things.

After thinking about it, Smith struggled to speak, "Mr. Camus, I can use the above two materials and a message to exchange for the language worm in your hand."

"What message?" Camus said expressionlessly.

Smith smiled, "Did Captain Monroe sell a corpse? As far as I know, the corpse was bought by the Freemasons, and it seems that they are conducting some experiments. Who is your enemy. "

Camus's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. Jack's shadow was too big. If he hadn't been promoted to a makeup artist and Tiancheng's help, it would be hard to say who would live and who would die.

"Is the news accurate? If it is true, please tell me how you knew I had the language worm in my hand.

Smith knew that the matter was done at a glance. He took a sip of red wine and said, "Mr. Trist of the Bounty Department is my classmate. As for the news, you can find out by yourself when you go back."

Camus stretched out his hand when he heard it, "The things are at home. I will visit in person tomorrow. Please prepare the eyes of the 'Star Spirit Grass' and the 'Wyvern'."

Smith also stretched out his hand, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you. Do you want to play poker together?"