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"Can you take me with you?"
"Of course not..."
Edward paused for half a second. "That's fine. The book has been published."
Anyway, we just go to the docks in various regions, "but it's quite boring."
She shook her head. "It's more interesting than playing the same song and drawing lines over and over again, right?"
Edward then took Bernadette to find three tutors. He first asked her to apologize to the teachers, and then carefully demonstrated what she had learned today to prove that she had learned it seriously.
Watching the three teachers leave, the little girl happily raised her hands and shouted:
"Freedom! Long live!"
Not long after, Dubois came back with a huge map. Edward felt dizzy when he opened the map. He had seen maps of the Northern Continent before, but they were all relatively simple outline maps.
But the one Du Bois bought was quite detailed. When he saw the long coastline dotted with densely packed ports, he was a little confused: If he really did it according to the original plan, he would go crazy.
Not to mention, the ports marked on this map are not complete.
"No, we must find a way to narrow the scope."
There has been no news from Pales, and Edward has no other channels to find people from Abraham's family. Otherwise... try to contact Mr. Men directly?
"It seems that I still need to go to Medici."
However, it is foreseeable that the guy would never honestly tell Edward the "contact information" of Mr. Edward. Even if he accidentally asked for it, he would still have to prepare various gems and hair of the descendants of Abraham's bloodline, and then wait for the full moon night to arrange the ceremony.
But...if I really got the hair of Abraham's descendants, would I still need to look for Mr. Men?
Oh, no, the main reason for contacting Mr. Men is to determine His current condition, whether the uniqueness of the door is still with Him, and to play and digest the potion.
"Forget it, let's go to the ports in the Jianhai area first." - According to the only clues available so far (the Abraham that Pales previously parasitized), there is a group of Abrahams living in seclusion there.
Oh, and there are Damir, Bansi, Tiana, and Changwei, the most frequently visited supply islands. It will take another 20 to 30 years before Roselle opens up a route to the South Road. If the tribe that Abraham left chooses to stay away from the North Continent, then it seems that the only place they can go is Bayam. For such a long voyage, they must stop at these ports along the way.
"Let's go, I'll take you out to play~"
Holding Bernadette's hand, the two of them teleported to Conston City in the Junghe County of Loen (to teleport to a place you have never been to, you need the corresponding spiritual coordinates, so some simplifications have been made here), which is the largest port in the north of Loen.
This was Bernadette's second real trip abroad - the previous times she went out to sea to look for mermaids, although she was far away from Intis, her activities were always limited to the ship.
The Oradek Islands that I visited two days ago were still mainly populated by Intis people, but the city of Constanton in front of us was full of Loen people, and the Loen language was heard in the bustling port.
Bernadette was confused. She didn't even want to learn painting and piano, let alone other languages. She didn't understand anything along the way. But she was soon attracted by the surrounding bustle and "exotic customs". She kept observing the surrounding buildings, the dressing style of the Loen people, etc.
Occasionally, he would ask some questions out of curiosity, and Edward would answer them one by one. In this way, time passed quietly as the two of them were teleported to the circle of ports around the sea.
At noon, Edward took Bernadette to a Loen meal. In fact, the taste was almost the same as Intis, but perhaps because it was more novel, Bernadette gave it a good review.
In the afternoon, I took her to several supply islands one after another, and she experienced the culture and style of various islands. The little girl was very excited. Finally, we ended the hurried journey with a meal of Bansi's special blood sausage.
"Hehe, I got to eat the blood sausage before dad!"
"Well, according to the time calculation, if your father went straight to Bansi after leaving Oradek Island, even with the speed of the Black Throne, it would take more than ten days to arrive here."
She touched her full belly and suddenly sighed: "Oh, I don't know how Dad is doing now."
...
On the boundless sea of fog.
The Black Throne was sailing rapidly and steadily in the sea. Roselle stood at the bow, holding an ancient parchment map in his hand.
He found this under a floor in the corner of the Black Throne. It was a treasure map pointing to an unnamed island.
The location shown on the treasure map was the last settlement of a great nobleman of the Solomon Empire who had retreated from the Northern Continent. Everything that this great nobleman left behind was on that island. In addition, Roselle later discovered information about the "Western Continent" in some ancient books, so he canceled his original plan and turned around to head towards the nameless island on the map!
A few days were enough for Russell to regain his former confidence and vigor. He looked at the blue ocean in the distance, opened his arms, and smiled confidently:
"This treasure will definitely belong to me!"
"The Western Continent will also be discovered by me!"
"The first person to sail around the world will also be me - the great Russell Gustav!"
He turned around and shouted, "Edwards, where's the wine? In this situation, how can you not drink a glass?"
Roselle did order everyone to stop drinking a few days ago, but this was impossible during a long sea voyage, because conditions were limited at that time, and it was simply unrealistic to keep the water from rotting or smelling bad for a long time, so the crew used wine, which was not easy to deteriorate, instead of water.
Edwards immediately brought him a bottle of blood wine, thought for a moment and said, "Captain, drink less, or your butt will hurt again."
"…"
The smile on Russell's face froze for a moment, and some memories that he had finally forgotten resurfaced in his mind.
"grass!"
...
Backlund, Williams Street.
This was Edward's third time - or to be more precise, the third time in the past time and space, he came to the underground palace where the Medici Trinity was sealed.
As the two rows of floating lanterns illuminated the surroundings, Medici immediately greeted him in a friendly manner with dust: "Hey, little thing, you are finally here again? I thought you died outside."
Edward transformed a chair as usual and sat in front of the door. "Don't worry, Mr. Medici. If nothing unexpected happens, I will die after you."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The dust was shaking. "I've been dead for thousands of years. Why don't you just die now?!"
Edward thought about it and transformed into a spirit body: "It's all over."
Medici: "…"
After a period of silence, Medici spoke again with dust: "Little thing, you are not simple. What you did just now doesn't seem to be the effect of the seal? Every time you teleport here, you use the Traveler's Gate of the Gate Passage, and you can also use [Steal] at the same time."
"So, I use the abilities I recorded."
"Heh, is it the ability to record that I can't tell?"
The words on the ground became a little strange. "The last time I saw your ability with such complex components was when you followed my master to fight the ancient gods in the Second Age."
"Are you an old creature who survived the Third Age?"
"It's very close~" - To be honest, I can barely be considered an "ancient human" before the First Age.
"Tsk, what do you want to do by coming to see me this time?"
Edward put his hands in his pockets and smiled, "Why didn't Mr. Medici recite the three-part formula I left for you last time? Aren't you so eager to leave here? Are you afraid?"
"Don't use such cheap provocation on me. I'm afraid? What a joke!"
"Do you think being sealed here means you can't get out? That's the seal of a god - even though Tudor had become a madman at the time, a madman is still a god."
"Tudor's seal confines everything about me to this underground palace... or to be more precise, behind this door. So no matter what I do here, it won't affect the outside world."
"Otherwise, why do you think I stayed here so obediently for so many years? I must have persuaded others to let me out long ago."
Edward pondered, how did Medici trick Raft Pound into digging up the underground palace? Was it because the seal had weakened over time?
"Oh, then if I call out the real name of that 'tyrant' now, will He not be able to hear me?"
"Hey, you can try."
Edward shrugged and said, "Forget it, you just said that everything about you was sealed, not this area."
"Little thing, that three-stage name is not yours, right? No, if you are really a true god, there is no need to waste time talking to me here."
"However, if... you are the backer of the resurrection of an ancient god in the Second Epoch, it is barely reasonable. You only have the honorable title but no status or strength. You are just a pitiful little creature."
Edward smiled indifferently: "Mr. Medici, there is no need to test me. This honorific name refers to a great being that I believe in. I am just a believer who helps Him run errands."
"Oh? Who is He?"
"You should have known each other well in the Fourth Epoch. At that time, everyone called him 'Mr. Men'."
Chapter 521 I can, but that doesn't mean…
Mr. Men was contaminated by the Fallen Mother Goddess and then expelled after Medici was stewed in hot pot. As expected, Medici should know nothing about what happened to Mr. Men later.
"Bethel? Hahahaha, He actually succeeded in getting promoted? Interesting, really so interesting! In this case, the little crow has no hope at all."
Edward understood what He meant: To be honest, if Mr. Men had not been contaminated by the Fallen Mother Goddess, then there would have been no chance for Kesong to have anything to do with Amon.
The Seven Gods and Father Maozi would surely support Mr. Men's promotion to the Lord of Mysteries (although the timing of promotion was not right in the Fourth Epoch, and it would be easier for the old ghost to be resurrected in the body, but Mr. Men could also collect the Beyonder characteristics and Source Castle of the Gou family first, and then be promoted "now") - after all, judging from Mr. Men's later performance, his character is definitely comparable to Klein's!
"but..."
The word made of dust changed. "Why did Bethel's three-part name change? No! It's normal for it to change, but it can't be completely unrelated to the past, right?"
Edward pretended to be surprised: "Oh? So the being I believe in has other three-part honorific names? I don't know about that." He showed some curiosity on his face, "Mr. Medici, may I have the honor of knowing the former honorific name of the Lord I believe in?"
The dust trembled for a while, and two lines of text were formed:
"The great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors;
"The leader of the endless starry sky..."
Just as he was silently waiting for the last sentence to appear, Chen Tu suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahahahaha!"
Edward sighed secretly, "Sure enough, it's not that easy to fool one... no, three old conspirators."
"So you came here for Bethel's honorable name? So what you just said was all nonsense? Bethel didn't succeed in the promotion? You want to contact Him? Why?"
After a pause, he asked, "Who exactly is the three-stage formula you told me about pointing to?"
Edward looked innocent, "I don't quite understand what you are talking about, Mr. Medici."
"Oh, that makes sense if you're a Beyonder from the Gate Path. You want to get a higher-order formula from Bethel? There's no need to bother. I've seen the Profane Slate, and I can tell you any formula you want."
"The gate path, the wrong path, the fortune teller path, all are fine."
Edward grinned. "What a coincidence. I have also seen the Blasphemous Slate, so you don't have to worry about the formula."
"Huh? Not for the recipe? Then what do you want to do with Bethel?"
Edward did not answer. From the current perspective, the reason he wanted to "chat" with Mr. Men was, of course, to obtain the extraordinary characteristics of the Sequence 3 Wanderer or even the Sequence 2 Planeswalker. But at the same time, he wanted to know what state Mr. Men was in in the current time and space: whether he had made a deal with Adam or the real creator and lost the uniqueness of the door.
"Mr. Medici."
Edward folded his hands and held his chin. "If you don't want to tell me the last sentence, then let's skip this topic first."
Medici immediately said in dust text: "Hey, little thing! Do you know what negotiation is? Negotiation is to find a balance point that is acceptable and profitable to both parties. You can't just take without giving anything, right?"
"My contribution is to stand here and chat with Mr. Medici."
Edward said, "And then you keep giving you opportunities to trick me, to bluff me, to make me change my mind and let you go."
"…"
After a while, Medici managed to say, "You were obviously sitting."
"Well, then I'll sit here and talk to you, and then..."
"Shut up."
"Okay."
Edward thought for a moment, then reached out and took out the brass stick he had taken out from Sefirah Castle in advance from his space pocket. "Mr. Medici, you are well-informed and have eaten more salt than I have. You must know what this stick is used for, right?"
As soon as the words fell, the underground palace began to shake slightly. Ten seconds later, a mixed voice of Medici and the other two evil spirits came from the crack of the door:
"I will tell you the full three-part name of Bethel. Give me the stick."
The sudden sound startled Edward. He immediately raised his guard and prepared to take action or run away at any time.
"It turns out that Lord Medici has always been able to speak, so is he teasing me these times?"
Medici spoke again, but this time without mixing in the voices of the other two evil spirits, "I don't have time to tease you. It's because of that thing in your hand that I can convey the sound to you."
"???"
Edward was stunned, "Really? I don't believe it."
Having said that, he stuffed the brass stick back into his space pocket.
Suddenly, the underground palace shook again, and the dust on the ground rose into the air, gathering into words in multiple languages, but all conveyed the same meaning: "Fuck you!"
Of course, this is the most concise summary, and in fact it is even more sweary. /Search, 搜`小`税+徃? ?首^發/
"Hey, Master Medici, and… the other two, you were once Sequence 1 angels, so please pay attention to your image and stay calm."
"I'm paying attention to you *******!! Calm down you *******!!!"
The curses became even fouler.
Could it be that what the Medici Triad said was true?
Can this unremarkable brass stick really make them "speak"?
It is said that its function is to amplify spirituality...
Everything about Medici's trinity - his spirit, his soul, his figure, etc. - was sealed behind that door. When this stick amplified His soul, His voice was also able to come out of the door?
Is this the principle?
So what does "Intis" intend to do with this thing...
etc!
Edward suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly became uncertain:
It is known that this brass stick came from the Twilight Hermits - or rather, Father Maozi, and was buried by Intis under No. 7 Rose Street.
As a king, Intis had countless ways to find out who rented the villa, but he chose to make the request at the party - whether he accepted it at the time or not, he would definitely check the villa and find the brass stick.
I will come to Medici.
Medici was able to "amplify the spirit" and speak through the brass rod - no, there must be other benefits as well.
Putting these together, there seems to be something wrong no matter how you think about it.
Oh shit!
I'm not being arranged again, am I?
At this moment, Edward's belly was full of dirty words, no cleaner than the ones Medici Sanheyi had just spewed out. ~1/7/k^a^n￠w·e?n~x,u¨e..~c·o′m/
In the future, Medici is suspected to have become a spirit controlled by Priscilla because of the arrangement of Father Maozi.
So what should He be assigned to do now (in the past)?
If this matter is really related to Father Maozi, then I must say that Father Maozi's heart and actions to save the world are admirable! But he is also merciless when he bullies the people around him.
Of course, it is too early to draw a conclusion. After all, judging from the digestion rules of spiritual mages and secret mages, if Father Maozi really knows something about me, it is impossible for him to have no reaction at all.
Thinking of this, Edward took out the brass stick again and said, "Then please, Mr. Medici, tell me the third part of your honorable name first."
This time Medici was very straightforward: "The last sentence is the key to all mysterious worlds."
"Thank you very much."
Medici then said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do in order to give me that thing? Forget about Lilith. I saw Her fall with my own eyes. Unless there is definite evidence, I will never believe that She is still alive."
After a pause, he said, "I don't believe that with his pitifully simple mind, he would know to leave a backup plan for himself in advance."
"I will tell you your evaluation of her when I meet her."
"You fucking..."
Edward shook the brass stick at this time, "Regarding this stick, Mr. Medici, why don't you first listen to where it comes from before deciding whether to take it or not?"
"I don't give a damn where you came from. I want them all!"
"Don't speak too soon. Do you still remember how you ended up like this?"
"Humph! Tudor!"
Edward shook his head. "No, no, no, I mean...how did you end up in Tudor's hands?"
Medici's voice suddenly turned gloomy, "It's Adam!"
"That's right. This stick belongs to Him."
"…"
Sure enough, although He had just said "I want them all", when He heard Adam's name, He hesitated and remained silent.
"Are you trying to scare me with Adam?"
Edward threw the brass stick lightly, and it stuck straight into the crack of the floor. "Didn't you hear whether what I said was true or false?"
"Adam..."
Medici's suppressed angry voice came from the bloody door.
After a while, He suddenly said in an emotionless voice:
"The eternal ruler of the dimension,
"The Deconstructor of the Endless Story,
"Transcendent of the past and the future.
I have read it. If you need anything, just come to me! "
Almost at the same time, Edward heard a buzzing sound in his ears. He asked in surprise, "Mr. Medici, what do you mean?"
"Didn't you tell me to read it? I want to see who the guy behind you is."
"Take this thing and get out!"
After saying this, a strong sense of malice surged towards Edward.
Edward calmly placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then disappeared along with the brass stick.
...
In the source castle,
Edward sat back in the bronze chair, looking at the crimson star that was constantly expanding and shrinking in the depths of the gray fog, his fingers unconsciously stroking it.
If what Medici said about the "seal" is true, then this brass stick is really interesting. It can actually help him break the seal to a certain extent and successfully complete the prayer.
Edward tried to inject spirituality and found that even if there was no brass stick in the underground palace, he could still pull Medici up -
Well, this is normal. As the source substance, his status is naturally higher than Tudor who cast the seal. It was because Medici's "call" did not go through at all.
However, Edward was a little hesitant: Although he gave Medici the three-stage form at that time, it did not mean that he planned to take him to Sefirah Castle.
Tang Niu's inequality, solved in seconds!
Chapter 522 Red and Black
It can be expected that a man like Medici would never be as "honest" as old man Pales - although the two men's current states are actually similar.
However, these three-in-one old conspirators are more cunning than anyone else. If you want to make them obey, it will not work just by talking.
His fingers moved, and a gold coin appeared between them: Fortunately, I am inside Sefirah Castle, and I still have a hand [Madman on the Right].
"For the digestion of the spirit mage's potion, come on!"
A large amount of spirituality poured into the red star. As the gray fog rolled, a man wearing blood-stained black armor and with red hair appeared in the Source Castle - in front of the round table.
bite.
Almost at the same time, the gold coin fell and was caught by Edward.
He gently loosened his fingers, and the gold coin in his palm turned into a golden light and dissipated.
Edward used a casual posture, holding his chin and looking at the Medici Triad who was squinting his eyes and observing the surroundings, and said lightly: "Soren Einhorn Medici."
"…"
After staring at each other for a while, Medici suddenly frowned and said, "Why put my name behind those two old women? Can't you see that we appear in my image?"
"Oh, your focus is interesting."
Edward smiled slightly, "Then Medici Soren Einhorn, are you satisfied?"
Before Medici could speak, two mouths appeared on his cheeks and he was about to shout.
Edward snapped his fingers lightly, and the two mouths disappeared immediately without uttering a single word.
"On the left, choose any seat except this one."
Medici frowned but didn't move. He looked at the man sitting in the first seat whose face he couldn't see clearly and asked, "We've already met, so there's no need to play tricks anymore, right? Who are you?"