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"It is the brass stick you mentioned. There are seven of them, buried in seven different places."

Seven?

If it weren't for the Source Castle divination, I would have been fooled by you.

"May I know what that thing is used for?"

"Isolated from spirituality."

"What about more specifics?"

Intis thought for a moment and said, "There are some things from the Tudor Dynasty hidden underground in Trier. Those things are constantly releasing a polluting smell. These seven brass sticks are used to block that pollution."

Edward immediately asked, "Such an important thing? Why did you deliberately bring it up at the party and ask someone to help you check it out? Isn't this just looking for trouble?"

"I'm not afraid of you taking it away, because in your hands, it is a kind of protection for it. Anyway, the Twilight Hermits and the leader are here. As long as I pay a price, I can naturally take it back from you."

"Heh, if you hadn't given me the map of Amon's ruins, I would have believed it."

He chuckled and asked, "Who wants to take the brass stick? What's their purpose?"

"It's not clear yet. Maybe they are from the Witch Cult, the Iron Cross, the Aurora Society, or the Secret Order. Their goal is the 'legacy' left by the Tudor Dynasty, and they are willing to put the entire population of Trier, one million, in danger for this."

Edward's heart moved. Although some of "Intis"'s words were nonsense, they seemed to reveal some real news - the legacy of the Tudor dynasty?

Edward couldn't think of anything else that could attract so many people's covetousness except the Conqueror's extraordinary characteristics.

"You think too highly of me. I am just a demigod who has just been promoted to Sequence 4. How can I help you protect such an important thing?"

Intis said calmly:

"Don't worry. Currently, four people have accepted the commission. You are the fifth one. I am trying to get Mr. Hermes to be the sixth one. Each of you will stay in one place. Once something happens, you only need to delay for a while until others come to rescue you. \E,Z′暁.说\网· ¨首~發?"

"Huh? I thought you had poor interpersonal relationships at parties. After all, you didn't come to the last party and everyone was very happy."

"Entrusting others does not require personal connections, only sufficient interests."

Edward raised an eyebrow, "Do you really have the extraordinary characteristics of a wanderer?"

"certainly."

"But what if I say, I don't need it now?"

This time, Intis was obviously a little surprised, and looked at Edward as if he was lost in thought.

Edward laughed: "Do you have the extraordinary characteristics of the Dream Weaver?"

He shook his head, "Perhaps the chief has."

"Can you help me get one from the chief?"

"...I'm not sure. The leader never participates in transactions. He will only give us the rewards we want when we complete the tasks he assigns us."

"That's perfect. Didn't you arrange the assassination of Earl Clear?"

Intis said coldly: "I have already got what I wanted."

"All right."

Edward spread his hands. "So, what 'benefits' are you going to use to buy me out?"

The two looked at each other quietly and fell into silence.

Since both parties' faces were completely covered, neither side could tell each other's true thoughts at all, so it became a competition of who was more anxious.

This is called strategic power.

A few minutes later,

"Ha, just kidding."

Edward was the first to leave the silence and laughed, "Why would I not need the extraordinary characteristics of the Wanderer? I will accept your commission."

"…"

Intis still looked at him without saying anything. -6_Yo~Reading? In vain/ ~Chasing`Drunk~New_Chapter`Section?

"Tell me, when and where." At this point he thought of something, "Wait, there must be a time limit for your commission, I can't just stay in one place forever and help you guard it... to the death."

"It won't take more than three days. I'll let you know when it starts."

"no problem."

Intis nodded slightly, "That's it, goodbye."

"Wait, are we just going to talk about this without any evidence? Shouldn't we sign a contract and have it notarized? What if you deny it later? I don't know your true identity."

He said: "This commission involves several members of the party. If I don't admit it, the leader will punish me without you having to do anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Church of Bones collapsed and turned into countless corpses. Everything in sight quickly retreated, and Edward returned to Sefirah Castle.

Leaning back in the bronze chair, Edward fell into deep thought.

Intis's commission really surprised him.

If I were in their shoes, I would definitely not entrust the task to someone... no, to several people who have conflicts with me. Although the benefits are indeed important when entrusting others, I am afraid that someone will do something bad to me.

The biggest question now is what the real purpose of the brass stick is. Intis showed that he cared about them, but also acted quite casually.

For example, regarding the one that was taken away by Edward, he only asked once from beginning to end, and after Edward denied it, he never mentioned it again - he had a completely indifferent attitude.

In addition, he also pulled a completely opposite "egg" about the function of the brass stick. It was obviously to amplify spirituality, but in his mouth it became to isolate spirituality, and he put himself on the moral high ground, shaping himself into a righteous man considered by the millions of residents of Trier.

"Eh? If we have to interpret everything Intis said the other way around, then when he said to prevent the underground things in Trier from polluting the outside, can we understand that he actually wants to amplify some kind of pollution underground?"

Is this going to create a catastrophe that will engulf the entire Trier? !

Huh? A catastrophe?

Why does this look like the ritual for the Witch of Pain to advance to Sequence 4?

Impossible!

Isn't "Intis" the king of the Kingdom of Intis?

How did she become a witch?

Even if he is at the Witch Path, he shouldn't be only at Sequence 5, right?

"Well, either it's just a coincidence, or the speculation is wrong, or... there is another explanation."

Edward's thoughts were a little confused for a moment.

...

After leaving Sephira Castle, Edward felt hungry.

Just when he was about to look for the cook Endili, he suddenly remembered that Dubois mentioned that he had found a restaurant with good food. After divination, he found a coachman to take him to Montaugay Street, where he came to a restaurant with a very artistic decoration.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Dubois leaning against the piano in the restaurant with a gentle smile on his face, talking to the girl playing the piano.

The girl stared at him intently, nodding shyly from time to time, and sometimes suddenly realizing.

Edward laughed in his heart, "You are what you said tastes good, right? You are a good woman, right?"

At this time, Dubois sat down next to the girl and began to play skillfully, nodding at the girl with a smile. The girl took a deep breath and joined in playing.

Suddenly, cheerful piano music rang out in the restaurant, attracting the attention of the guests and showing their appreciation.

"This Dubois... he really relies on his skills to pick up girls."

Edward didn't bother him. He ordered something to eat and enjoyed his dinner while listening to Du Bois playing the piano and picking up girls.

After the meal, the two of them played several songs together. At this moment, the girl's eyes were like water, and she was glued to Dubois, not willing to move away for even a second.

But Dubois finally noticed Edward. He pinched the back of the girl's hand and gave her a kiss, then walked over to her in the other's lost look.

"Huh? You just left me there like that?

Dubois smiled and said, "She is a student at Intis University. She comes here every Tuesday and Thursday to play the piano to earn a living."

Edward suddenly realized, "Oh, so I can come to see her anytime, right? What's her name?"

"Well, I didn't ask."

Edward's eyes twitched, "..."

"DuBois."

Edward suddenly thought of something and asked, "You and that Marcia must have had a good time before, right?"

Low IQ: Have you ever had sex?

High IQ: Have a great time, right?

Dubois smiled and said, "If I said she was the only one I had ever fought against evil, you wouldn't believe me."

"You are quite frank."

"This kind of thing is normal in Intis."

Edward patted his shoulder and said, "No wonder you have such a good relationship with Roselle. Come on, continue to enjoy the good taste of the witch."

Du Bois was stunned. When Edward was giving him the choice, he had introduced the characteristics of all 22 paths. How could he forget the "special path" that could turn a boy into a girl?

"!!!"

He understood Edward's implication and his expression became extremely ugly: Shit! That Marcia is actually a witch? So she was once...

I was with a man...

Hey, wait!

"What you meant just now is that Russell also...what?"

"It should be."

Dubois's expression suddenly returned to normal. "That doesn't matter. Now I know him, but he doesn't know me. When he comes back... Hehe! That will be interesting."

"…"

Then you're probably going to be disappointed.

I proudly recorded "The witch tastes really good" in my diary.

...

Foggy sea.

The Black Throne sailed on this foggy sea for a few more days.

During this long voyage, they never encountered any islands. Every day when they opened their eyes, they saw nothing but the sea. If Roselle had not invented "Fighting Evil" early on, the group of people on the ship would have been bored to death.

Looking at the small cards in his hand that didn't even show a 10, Russell suddenly threw the cards away and said, "Ah, this is too boring, I don't want to play anymore!"

Green silently spread out his big cards, "Captain, if nothing unexpected happens, you still lose the 'Evil' you snatched in this round. You owe me a total of..."

"Green, if you play like this, I will never bring you to play cards again. You have no skills, it's all luck. You are not a sailor, but a destiny!"

"Edwards, don't you always like to brag? Can you explain it?"

Edwards thought for a moment and said seriously, "I think Green is just lucky. His greatest luck is meeting you, Russell Gustav."

Russell was stunned. "Fuck, you're actually flattering me in a serious manner, Edwards, you've changed!"

"According to the captain, this is called... people who are close to cinnabar are more likely to be stained red, and people who are close to ink are more likely to be stained black."

"…What a mess."

Suddenly, Russell's eyes blurred and he saw an endless gray-white fog. A hazy figure sat in the depths of the gray fog and said lightly, "I will find you after I count to a hundred."

Chapter 531 The Second Miserable Competition

Roselle suddenly became nervous. So far, the "evil god" above the gray fog had only contacted him once, and then sent him the news "for free" that the hidden sage was watching him.

I don't think there will be any big surprise waiting for me this time.

Oh shit, why am I so favored by the evil god?

"I'm tired, so I'll go back first. You guys should also go to bed early."

While counting silently, Russell returned to the captain's room. Without even bothering to wash up, he climbed onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and pretended to be asleep.

As the countdown to 100 ended, the boundless gray-white mist rushed towards him again, and the next moment he found himself in the small garden surrounded by gray mist.

However, this time he was not standing in front of the round table, but sitting on the bronze chair he had chosen last time.

He was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that beside him and opposite him, a figure appeared with the flashing red light. They seemed to be covered with a layer of fuzzy gray mist. One could only roughly distinguish their gender and the style of their clothes, but nothing else could be seen.

"By the way, when He left last time, He said that He would host some 'interesting' parties. This must be it."

Tsk, a party hosted by an evil god can hardly be considered "interesting"!

But... he had to admit that he still had some expectations in his heart.

However, the other two did not speak. Russell wanted to ask questions, but he could only hold them in his stomach and focus on observing the other two members:

One is a woman with a great figure, wearing a long black dress - well, although her face cannot be seen, based on his many years of seeing countless women, she is definitely the kind of woman with a top-notch figure and good looks!

The other one looked like an old man, with his head down and a weak look. Facing his observation, the other party just raised his head and glanced back, which made Russell terrified - he remembered this feeling, he had experienced it when he first met Zaratul!

He couldn't help but shrink his head and pretend to be cowardly.

Another half a minute later, a figure appeared on Roselle's left again. It was clearly a spirit, but he seemed to smell a strong smell of blood rushing into his nose, which made him a little horrified - how many people would have to be killed for the spirit to be stained with the smell of blood?

"Okay, everyone is here."

As soon as Edward finished his first sentence, he heard Pales and Medici staring at each other and saying at the same time: "It's you?! Pales (Medici)!"

It was obvious that these two old colleagues, who had worked together in the First Solomon Empire during the Fourth Epoch, recognized each other - fortunately Edward isolated them in time.

Although everyone's image is concealed to a certain extent in Sefirah Castle, if one is familiar enough, one can still distinguish them through some details - of course, Edward can adjust the degree of concealment.

But he hadn't thought much about it before and had always accepted the "original setting" of Sefirah Castle.

But it doesn't matter, just recognize it.

Edward smiled and said, "Here, no matter what your relationship was before, I hope you can treat it as your first acquaintance. After all, we haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and our impression of each other is still stuck at that time, right?"

Medici said with a click of his tongue: "Hey, I thought you were killed by Amon a long time ago. \卡_卡/暁~税/徃? ?首~發,"

Pales smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Medici. I heard that you seemed to have been killed by Amon."

"…"

Medici: Damn it, after I was sealed, are the guys outside going to learn how to provoke me no matter what means?

"alright."

Edward unblocked, "Let me introduce you to everyone."

He pointed at Renette and Pales, "These two are old members of our party. Their code names are Miss No-Brain and Mr. No-Character."

Medici immediately burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha, I know how you survived, Mr. Pa... Mr. No Character!"

Pales: "Better to be alive than dead."

Edward pointed at Medici and Roselle, "These two are our new members, Mr. Not Completely Dead and Mr. Not Completely Alive."

The smile on Medici's face froze.

Roselle: "???"

Pales immediately extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Not Dead, nice to meet you."

Medici glared at Edward and snorted, "...You're not really a little crow."

At this moment, Pales felt somewhat empathetic, as he thought the same thing at that time.

"Don't you think this code name suits you?"

"I don't think so!"

"Then...how about changing to 'No Brother Rider'? I mean, if you jump to the Witch Path, it will be perfect for you."

Medici's fists hardened.

Russell coughed and raised his hand weakly: "Mysterious and great..."

"Just call me Mr. President."

"Mr. President, do you know why I'm called 'Failed to Live'? This name seems a bit unlucky."

Edward stroked his forehead gently. "Oh, it seems that I really failed today. I finally came up with two code names, but in the end, both members were not satisfied."

"Since you're not satisfied, let me think about it again... Okay, I got it! Let's change it to 'shameless'."

Russell immediately said seriously: "I suddenly feel that 'not living up to life' is quite good. It has a kind of postmodern aesthetic that is ominous but inexplicably beautiful!"

"puff."

Medici was amused again, "Where did you find this kid?"

Renette said nothing as she sat on the right side of the round table and silently observed the three men opposite her. She didn't really care about what they were saying, but was more thinking about how to seize this opportunity and let this mysterious president really help herself and the Rose School.

"I'm sure the two old members are very clear about why I asked you all to come here today. After all, we just had a pleasant and unforgettable gathering together not long ago. However, last time, you participated as candidates."

"The protagonists this time are the two members 'Not Dead' and 'Not Alive'. You can vote then. If the person who votes wins, he or she will receive a small reward from me. Of course, the winner will also receive a reward."

"As for the content of the reward, although it is not a physical item like a sealed object, it can provide you with some information you want to know, such as the truth of the past, the mystery of the present, and the direction of the future."

Medici said calmly, "You are just using some news that you don't know if it's true or not to trick everyone into playing games with you, right?"

After a pause, he said, "What if I win and I want you to let me out?"

"certainly."

Edward continued:

"As the organizer of the party, I give myself a little privilege - my vote counts twice. Please note that if the final vote is a tie, there will be no winner tonight, and no winner means no reward."

Russell asked, "Um, do Mr. Not Dead and I have the right to vote?"

"certainly!"

"So, if two seniors vote for the same person, and the other one votes for you, and you vote for another person, it means there is no winner, right?"

"That's right."

Medici crossed his arms and snorted, "So, either they both choose different people, or even their opponents have to vote for themselves."

He raised his chin towards Russell and said, "Hey kid, let's not compete anymore. Just vote for me. This way, each of us will get a reward and we will all be winners."

Russell was stunned. "Ah, is it still possible?"

Renette narrowed her eyes. She thought this was a good idea... However, she felt inexplicably unbalanced in her heart. Why should I show others my miserable experiences in the past and future, while they can get rewards without doing anything?

Pales sneered in his heart: Ha, how could they allow us to find loopholes?

Edward clapped his hands and laughed, "That's a good idea! Then you guys should discuss it in advance. The votes will be anonymous, and no one will know who others voted for before it is announced."

The four of them looked at each other.

Medici urged impatiently, "Come on, no matter what the competition is, let's get started!"

"As you wish."

Edward waved his hand, and banners materialized and were hung all over the small garden. In various languages, such as Intis, Loen, Giant, and Hermes, they read: "Warmly celebrate the official opening of the Second Miserable Contest!"

On the left and right sides of the small garden, there is a painting hanging respectively. They are blurry and blurred images of Roselle and Medici. The two paintings are facing each other, with flashes of lightning and thunder constantly appearing in between.

Edward said loudly:

"I declare that the second Miserableness Competition has officially begun!"

Clap, clap, clap.

Pales applauded and secretly praised in his heart: Compared with the last time, this second conference was obviously much more "formal", and everything was well organized.

As a spectator, he was naturally happy to see it, but he didn't know how the two parties involved, "not completely dead" and "not fully alive", felt.

Upon seeing this, Renette also clapped her hands softly, feeling lucky that she was not participating in the second session.

Roselle was confused, while Medici frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"

Pales reminded them at the right time: "The party held by the president is called 'Misery Competition'. Its theme is 'Misery Competition'. If you two want to win, you have to tell us about your miserable experiences. After we vote, we will come up with the final winner and win the reward."

Medici sneered, looked at Edward and nodded repeatedly: "I must say, you are much more playful than the little crow. It's interesting, really... interesting!"

Roselle scratched his head and thought for a while, then raised his hand and said, "Mr. President, is there any misunderstanding here? I feel that I have a very lucky and happy life, and I have not had any miserable experiences at all." - The greatest misery is probably being targeted by you, the evil god!

Pales said darkly: "If that's the case, then your future will be miserable."

"???"