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"Where's the mermaid?"

She stretched her neck and looked around.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, and her body fell rapidly downwards: "Ahhhhhhh!"

A completely black sailing ship suddenly appeared on the sea. It was the Black Tulip that Edward had seized from Admiral Ludwell of Hell.

Originally he was thinking of selling it for money, but he didn't expect that he would use it himself two hundred years ago.

"Ahhhhhh!"

With a sharp cry, the two of them landed lightly on the deck. Edward gently tapped Bernadette on the head as she screamed with her eyes closed: "Okay, if you yell at me again, I'll confiscate your mouth."

"Ah… wuwu!"

She hurriedly covered her mouth, then carefully opened her eyes, and found herself standing on a boat: "Huh? What is this?"

She looked up at the flag fluttering in the wind. "...a pirate ship?"

"You're a pirate?!"

Edward hummed, "Yes, I am a pirate, the great pirate Jack... Mr. Crane Sparrow."

"Oh~"

Bernadette let out a cry, trotted to the railing of the deck, and looked out at the blue sea in the distance.

"Hehe, Dad has long said that he would go on a long voyage. Who would have thought that I would go on a voyage before him?"

She ran back and forth for a while, and when she was slightly tired and panting, she asked curiously: "But, aren't we here to see the mermaid?"

Edward stepped forward and said in a profound tone: "Beibei, many times the journey is more important than the result. Seeing the mermaid is the result, but the process of finding the mermaid is more interesting."

"Yeah?"

She looked at Edward suspiciously, "But I just want to see the mermaid. Please help me with the book. It has been published. The most exciting chapter."

"Don't worry, you'll see."

"You don't know where they are, do you?"

Bernadette frowned.

Bang!

Edward tapped her on the head again, "Beibei, if you are too smart, you will be unpopular."

She rubbed her little head and said, "My name is Bernadette, not Beibei."

"This is your nickname, Huang Beibei."

"No way, why don't I know?"

"Well now you know, Huang Beibei."

Edward was stunned when he finished speaking, remembering that when he met Bernadette at the hot spring opened by the vampire Akasha, she introduced herself as "Huang Beibei". At that time, Edward was wondering why she knew this "nickname".

So...Is it me who told her?

"What's wrong with you?"

Bernadette stretched out her fair little hand and waved it in front of Edward.

"It's okay~"

Edward smiled with relief, "Okay, let's go find the mermaid!"

"ah?"

She scratched her head in confusion, "But how can the two of us drive such a big boat?"

"Simple!"

Edward snapped his fingers

As the spell of transfiguration and [false reality] covered the entire ship, "crew members" appeared one by one, and then quickly began to work, each doing their own job.

Bernadette's eyes widened suddenly, looking at these "crew members" in disbelief: "Snow White? Cinderella? The Seven Dwarfs, Pinocchio..."

She recited these characters that should have existed in fairy tales, "Wow!!!"

"If I am dreaming now, then... don't wake up in a hurry!"

Edward waved his wand again, and the clothes on the two men were changed into those of a pirate captain. He walked to the bow and waved his hand: "Fairy Tale, set off!"

Bernadette, wearing a one-eyed eye patch, excitedly shouted, "Fairy Tale, let's go!!"

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind:

Compared to the mysterious Mr. who can bring fairy tale characters into reality——Oh, it's Mr. Sparrow, the father who can only tell stories...

It's too weak.

...

"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"

Roselle, who was carefully carving mysterious symbols on the silver plate with a carving knife, suddenly sneezed repeatedly, and the carving knife in his hand slipped, leaving an unnecessary mark.

"Ahhh! Failed again!"

Russell threw the silver medal and the carving knife away and slumped in the chair.

From day to night, he had been carving for nearly ten hours straight and had experienced n failures.

"I don't believe it anymore, come again!"

After resting for a while, he took out a new silver plate and grabbed the carving knife. Just as he was about to carve it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of wood at the corner of the table. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it. I'll make some dolls for my precious angel first."

"Hehe, she will be so moved by then!"

...

The sailboat, renamed Fairy Tale, was sailing in the Sonia Sea. The warm sunshine mixed with the moist sea breeze caressed the face, which could easily induce sleepiness.

Especially a child who was woken up in the middle of the night and ran around tirelessly for more than an hour.

So when the "Fairy Tale" arrived in front of the sea where the ruins of the war of gods were located, she had already fallen asleep in the small bed that Edward had conjured up, holding a doll.

She curled up her body, smiling happily even in her sleep, with crystal saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, it's so nice to be a kid."

Edward pinched her smooth cheek gently and said, "Since you are both asleep, let's stop here for today. We can continue next time if there is a chance."

He waved his magic wand to restore all the "crew members" to their original state, then shrank the sailboat and took Bernadette back to Trier through the spirit world.

"Good night, your Majesty the future Queen of Mystery."

Edward took a step back, his figure disappearing in the distance.

After a while, Bernadette opened her sleepy eyes and murmured, "Thank you, Mr. Sparrow."

Huh?

As soon as he got home, Edward was surprised to find that a little bit of the spiritual wizard's potion had been quietly digested.

Is it because of the use of [False Reality]?

...

the next day.

Edward slept in for a rare night.

Although sleep no longer seems to be necessary for a demigod who has been promoted to Sequence 4 and has become a "non-human", it must be said that sleeping in is still a pleasure.

As soon as Edward came downstairs, he saw Dubois standing up from the sofa and walking up quickly: "Mr. Sparrow, I want to give it a try."

"Oh, you figured it out? How are you going to tell Russell?"

"No, not Russell."

"Huh?"

Dubois laughed at himself, "I... I have another way. This is my last act of stubbornness."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

At this time, he sniffed and asked in surprise: "What's that smell? It's so fragrant?"

"It's Endiri."

Dubois said, "Because the villa hasn't hired a chef yet, and Endili said she could cook, so I asked her to try it. She said it was a special fried meat pie there."

"Ossian went out early in the morning to buy the ingredients and spices, using the money left over from yesterday."

Edward walked to the dining table and sat down. In less than ten minutes, Endili came over with a tray of prepared food - a plate of meat patties, two fried eggs, some vegetables and chickpeas, plus a glass of juice.

"Master, please eat."

Tsk, I lived in the mysterious world for so long before, and I never really enjoyed the service of servants. It's only been a few days since I returned two hundred years later, and I've already fallen.

Edward picked up the knife and fork and tasted the fried meat pie. He found it tasted quite good, so he smiled and said to Endili: "Can you cook other dishes?"

"Yes! I can cook all the food on our island, but Intis's...very little."

"Okay, then you will be one of the chefs at the villa from now on, Dubois, and you can hire another chef to teach her."

Endili bowed quickly: "Thank you, honorable master."

"Oh, by the way, have you eaten yet?"

Endili and Ossain shook their heads - in fact, they had not eaten anything since they came here yesterday, but as slaves, they dared not say anything.

"Okay, Endili, make a few more meals and share them with Ossain later."

"yes."

"Dubois, you have another mission today, which is to fully staff the villa as you said before. Don't let it happen that you finally help me connect with Russell, but I don't have anything. It would be so embarrassing."

"I see."

To be honest, Edward was not used to the feeling of having a bunch of strangers in his "home", but there was no way. Since he was in this environment, he had to abide by the rules of the game here.

Anyway, he had decided to be a hands-off boss and leave everything to Dubois. As long as he met Adros... or got the information he wanted from somewhere else, this "playing house" would be over.

"Oh, by the way, I'll have to trouble you to find a new house. Get it done as soon as possible so that we can move out of this haunted house as soon as possible."

"...Okay. *Micro·Fun·Small·Tax+ `Free/Free\Yue.Huan+"

Du Bois also saw Edward's intention - not just to be a hands-off boss, but he was anxious to enter the aristocratic circle in Trier, and he must be pursuing a specific purpose.

But what does it matter?

Anyway, my goal is very clear, which is to seize this rare opportunity and become an extraordinary person!

Just wait and see, Russell!

Chapter 468: Dusk Hermit Society

Dubois suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Sparrow, it's time to give me the latest suit you promised me, right?"

"First of all, I didn't agree."

Edward looked at him and said calmly, "Secondly, aren't those antiques in the basement enough for you to buy a suit?"

"Uh, didn't you say that was my salary?"

He coughed, "Besides, I plan to take some of these things and give them away as gifts... to help Mr. Sparrow find an opportunity to meet Russell..."

Edward suddenly raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and said:

"The 2,000 Felkin on the table is your activity fund for the rest of your life. Come back to me for more when you've used it up."

Ignoring his reaction, Edward turned around and went back to the second floor, walked quickly into the bedroom, used the mystic's ability to isolate the bedroom into another space, and then took out the small silver-white cross from his leather pocket.

It was gleaming with a faint light.

Father Maozi said that this cross is the identity certificate of the "Sunset Senior Group". Every time a meeting is held, it can be used to project the spirit into His Coffin Church to participate.

So now it's flickering, does that mean a party is about to take place?

If you want to know the result, you only need to inject spirituality into the cross, but Edward is not mentally prepared to face the Maozi priest at this time.

Can Father Maozi tell that he is from the future?

If not, how would He see the cross in His hand——

Even though He had not given out this cross, someone brought it to the meeting. How would He react?

On the other hand, when Father Maozi gave me this cross in the future, was it simply a gift to me before I died, or was it really a way to complete a closed loop? The two of them had known each other for a long time in the past.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Edward finally made a decision.

He first sacrificed the cross on Sefirah Castle, then walked four steps back to enter Sefirah Castle and sat on the bronze chair that belonged to him.

"Hey, what will happen if we inject spirituality into the cross in Sefirah Castle?"

No matter how high Adam's status was in the past, he is just a Sequence 1 at this moment. With the Source Fortress here, I don't believe you can do anything to me.

The surging spiritual energy poured into the cross like a stream of water. The faint light of the cross suddenly became incandescent and emitted a silvery-white light. At the same time, Edward felt that his spiritual body seemed to be pulled by something and poured into the cross.

But this traction was immediately blocked by the power of the Source Castle.

The cross was suspended in the air, and the silvery-white light gradually subsided, turning into a blurry picture - the picture was of a dim skeleton church, with black figures standing on both sides of the church, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

"Shit, I'm basically turning on surveillance at the Twilight Hermits right now?"

However, it seems that I can't hear or see anything. This kind of monitoring is meaningless.

After hesitating for a moment, Edward raised his hand and extended his spirituality towards the "surveillance screen". The next second, the feeling of being pulled appeared again, but this time Sefirah Castle did not immediately block it -

At the same time, Edward received spiritual feedback that it was very safe to attend the Twilight Hermitage under such circumstances.

"In that case, come on."

He increased his spiritual infusion, and his vision suddenly became hazy and blurred. The next moment he was already in the creepy and holy bone church, standing at the end of the left row.

Edward quickly glanced around and found that there were only nine people in the huge bone church, including himself - including the Russian priest standing under the huge cross.

Are there so few people in the Twilight Hermit Society?

No, those who can stand here should be the core members - just like the blond secretary who cooperated with the Apostle of Desire to kill Duke Negan in the original work. Although he is also a member of the Dusk Hermits, he is obviously not qualified to see Father Maozi.

Of course, he didn't care about the other members of this group of elderly people. The only one he cared about was the Maozi priest - what would he think of him, a member who "shouldn't" be there?

However, Father Maozi's gaze only stayed on him for a second or two before moving away again, as if he was not surprised or concerned about his appearance.

Is it a fake? Or do you really not care?

After a long silence.

Father Maozi looked at everyone with his golden eyes gently, "I still don't have any new instructions for this gathering. Hermes will still be the host from now on."

After saying this, Adam disappeared.

Huh? Just said one word and left?

In an instant, Edward felt that everyone obviously relaxed, and his eyes quickly swept across all the members present, wondering who Hermes was who was once loyal to Adam but eventually chose to betray Him.

"Hey! We have a new member? Where are you from? What's your name? What's your path? What's your sequence? Do you dare to tell us about it so we can see it?"

The person who spoke was a sturdy-looking man sitting opposite Edward. There was a hint of frivolity in his tone, and he sounded like a typical old hunter.

Edward remained silent in response to his repeated questions.

"Tsk! Why are all of them like this? Is there no one who can be as open and honest as me?"

The fellow who was suspected to be a hunter curled his lips and snorted, but waited for a few seconds before speaking again: "Then can you tell me how you joined the Dusk Hermits? Were you invited by someone? Or did you get the cross by solving the puzzle of the trend of the times?"

Huh?

A puzzle of the times?

Edward's mind moved. It seemed that there were two ways to join the Twilight Hermits. One was to be invited by an old member, such as Emperor Roselle. The other was to solve the so-called "puzzle of the trend of the times" and then get the cross to join.

In this case, it is understandable why Father Maozi did not care about my presence.

Thinking of this, Edward deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Guess."

The hunter raised his middle finger and said, "Guess whether I guess or not."

It seems that the Twilight Hermits are more disorganized than imagined. At least no member of the Tarot Club would dare to be so presumptuous - even if Mr. Fool is not here.

"Alright, alright, Hunter-senpai, please stop teasing our new member."

The one who spoke was a woman with a curvy figure, and she exuded a certain charm as soon as she spoke, "I think, after he gets familiar with us, he will naturally tell us everything, don't you think?"

Is this a witch?

Are you a member of the Witch Church?

Edward looked at her calmly and remained silent.

"Hahahaha, you're not much better than me, witch. I won't fall for your tricks at all. Otherwise...just give it a try on me, maybe I'll tell you everything I know."

"snort!"

At this time, the first person standing on the left said in an old voice: "Since you joined the Twilight Hermits by solving the puzzle of the trend of the times, I will not elaborate on our beliefs. Under normal circumstances, our gathering will be held once a month. The purpose of the meeting is to promote the trend of the times and wait for the resurrection of the ancient sun god."

"As a core member, everyone has one chance every year to view the Profane Slate, but what you see and how much you remember depends on your own ability."

"Besides that, you can just think of it as an extraordinary gathering."

He added:

"Next, you can choose a nickname so that you can address each other in the future. There is no limit to the code name, you can use any of them, such as the name of the path, 'Hunter', 'Witch', the name of the country or city, 'Intis', 'Backlund', and some ancient names, such as mine... My name is 'Hermes'."

You are the real Hermes.

Edward thought for a moment and said, "I'm the eighth member here, so I'll be called... Number 8." - He would never choose any nickname that might refer to himself. This kind of random and meaningless name is the best.

The hunter immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I knew there wouldn't be many normal people joining this party. Number 8? What a ridiculous code name." He then added, "But you made a mistake, Number 8. Who told you that just because there are eight people here, that means you are the eighth member? In fact, members of the Dusk Hermits don't have to attend every meeting. After all, everyone is busy. Unless the leader gives a direct order, they can come and go freely."

No wonder, I was wondering why there are only a few people in the Twilight Hermit Society.

Edward shrugged. "Is there anyone else called Number Eight?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then I'll call it this. It's just a nickname anyway."

"Mr. Hermes." The second person on the right looked at the old man and said, "Some time ago, Russell Gustav applied to join the army as an officer. Do we need to intervene next?"

"Need not."

Hermes said calmly, "Just keep an eye on him. There's no need to interfere."

"I see."

The hunter folded his arms and said, "Mr. Hermes, I have always been curious. Isn't he just a little noble who knows a little bit about invention? Why do you pay so much attention to him?"

Hermes smiled and said, "The leader said...he was chosen by the trend of the times."

Edward ate the melon silently, just like Fors usually did in the Tarot Club: Russell had indeed entered the Twilight Hermits a long time ago... or to be more precise, he had entered the sight of Father Maozi.

I don't know how much of Roselle's journey was arranged.

"…It's the trend of the times again."

The hunter curled his lips. "I want to advance to Sequence 3 now. Is there a Tide of the Times that can help me get a War Bishop's Beyonder characteristic?"

The witch giggled and said, "I do have a clue about the extraordinary characteristics of the immortal witch. If you, hunter, want to take the witch path, I can help you."

"Free? If it's free, I don't mind knowing!"

"Of course not. You need to provide items or clues of equal value."

The hunter waved his hand: "Forget it then."

After a pause, he looked at everyone and said, "I've been targeted by those idiots from the Iron Cross recently. Is there anyone willing to come? If you can kill those idiots, we'll split the proceeds in half."

The witch laughed: "Don't tell me that there is a war bishop among those watching you."

"Hey, what a coincidence."

Hermes said at this time: "You two will finish your business soon. Let's discuss it slowly. I also have a commission."

The hunter and the witch immediately shut up and looked over. Hermes continued, "You know, I have been looking for an ancient mind dragon for a long time, but there has been no news."

"Until a while ago, I suddenly felt His presence in the ocean of collective subconsciousness—although it was only for a moment, but I was sure it was Him."