Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.
He bent his back, stretched out his right palm, pinched the edge of the paper with slightly trembling fingers, and picked it up.
This time, Dorian read very carefully, word by word, from the beginning, sometimes enlightened, sometimes confused, sometimes doubtful, and sometimes painful.
The letter sent by Fors was not long. He read it twice in just three minutes and then fell into silence for a long time.
The sunlight from outside the window shone in and sprinkled on the overturned table.
Dorian Grey Abraham's lips moved suddenly, but no sound came out in the end.
He rubbed the paper quickly between his right thumb and index finger, causing the letter to catch fire with a red flame.
After doing all this, Dorian packed his belongings, put on makeup and changed his appearance, left the rented house, and went to another place using the identity he had prepared previously.
After settling down, he sat down at the desk and stared at the brass ornaments, wondering what he was thinking.
As the sunlight became scarcer and dimmer, Dorian's eyelids moved and he let out a long, slow sigh.
He then spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote while thinking:
"...I am very happy to see that you digested the 'Recorder' potion in a few months. This means that you really have the potential to become a demigod...
"...These are the key points of the Traveler role that I know of, but you must remember that everyone has a different personality, and there will always be some differences in practice. You can't copy them completely... This doesn't mean that other people's role-playing points are wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state... Sometimes, making some appropriate adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but it will be more beneficial to you. You must remember that role-playing is just a tool, not a master...
"I look forward to the day when you have completely digested the 'Traveler' potion. I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.
"...I am very interested in the Abraham family curse that gentleman mentioned...I think you should have realized long ago that I have done some research on this aspect, otherwise you wouldn't always ask me about related matters...
“I hope you can go a little further to understand…”
After writing his reply, Dorian Grey Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.
…………
In January 1351, Backlund's New Year was much quieter than in the past.
In the basement of a house in the West End, a few candles flickered with yellowish flames, illuminating the altar, chairs and round tables placed around.
At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a human figure seemed to appear and disappear, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, a thin layer, without thickness, like a shadow that came to life.
Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:
"You arrived earlier than I thought."
Next to the candle, where the fire was brightest, a figure was quickly outlined.
This is a man, wearing a rather mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, each strand of hair is hard, and deep eyes, which seem to hide countless things.
He is none other than the "Secret Saint" Butis, one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.
Butis smiled and said:
“For me, distance is not an issue.”
He then pulled a chair and sat down, saying to the long and narrow shadow:
"Have you investigated everything? Have you found anything unusual?"
The shadow that almost merged into the darkness replied in a low voice:
"No problem."
"Really?" Butis instinctively doubted the definite answer, "Xesma, could this be a trap?"
The "Dark Saint" of the Aurora Society, Kesma, slowly shook his head and said:
“The target was very discreet and definitely not exposed intentionally.
"If she hadn't been looking to buy the cursed item from the ancient vengeful spirit, we wouldn't have been able to detect that she might have been connected to the Abraham family."
The "Secret Saint" Butis said as if he was thinking:
"The curse of an ancient vengeful spirit is one of the main materials for the Recorder. I remember that the Abraham family did have an extra Asman Brain... Haha, they are unwilling to directly provide the Recorder with extraordinary characteristics and hope to do some tests. This is indeed the style of the Abrahams. Simply put, they don't trust it enough."
The "Dark Saint" Kosma did not echo Butis' words, but said to himself:
"Even though she was looking to buy the main ingredients for the Recorder potion, we didn't find any problems at first. After all, not every believer understands the corresponding mystical knowledge. But she still raised some questions related to the Apprentice and Abraham.
"She is really cautious in this regard. The circle of Extraordinary people who seek to purchase materials is not the same as the circle of Extraordinary people who ask questions. Different things will be handled in different circles. Moreover, sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her express her needs.
"If we hadn't had people in several of these circles and hadn't finally compiled the information, we wouldn't have noticed her."
The "Secret Saint" Butis nodded slightly and asked:
"Why don't you just do it directly? Why do you have to ask me to come here?"
In the shadows, darkness floated, and answered slowly:
"The situation in Backlund is becoming increasingly tense. The Nighthawks, the Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart teams are clearing out the area one after another. We are being closely watched.
"If I were to handle this matter, it would be fine if there were no accidents. But if there were any accidents, I wouldn't be able to escape in time as I don't have a 'mystic master' to herd.
“Besides, aren’t you the one who is most interested in the Abraham Family?”
Butis laughed and said:
“I have no interest in them at all, I just want them all to die.
"If you want to ensure your own safety, the most important thing is to nip revenge in the bud. This is my philosophy."
As he spoke, the "Secret Saint" took out a crystal ball from the hidden pocket of his black robe.
The crystal ball was neither clear nor transparent, as if it was filled with deep darkness.
As Butis stroked his hands and moved his lips, bright rays of light began to appear in this strange crystal ball.
They are like star sand, slowly rotating, forming a complex picture.
"I can accept it..." Butis glanced at the crystal ball in his right hand and nodded slightly.
He immediately looked at the "ghost":
"Tell me more specific information."
After learning that there would be a gathering of extraordinary people from a certain circle tonight and that the target might appear, "Secret Saint" Butis stood up and said to "Dark Saint" Xesma:
"I have to make some preparations in advance."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his right hand, raised it lightly, and then closed his five fingers.
The area where he was suddenly distorted and disappeared.
The candles, fire, round table and chairs that were originally there also disappeared, leaving only the floor tiles and ceiling.
After a while, shadows floated there and everything returned to normal.
The "Secret Saint" Butis was no different from before, but the figure of the "Dark Saint" Xesma emerged from the darkness unnoticed.
He looked at Butis and said in a deep voice:
"You are being more cautious than necessary."
"But this is not a bad thing. I hope to solve the problem without anyone noticing." Butis responded with a smile, "You can follow me too. Hide in the shadows and assist me. Don't show up directly. If you find anything unusual, leave immediately."
“…Okay.” “Dark Saint” Xesma slowly walked out of the shadows.
He looked very young, with fine features, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a vague veil of darkness.
After approaching Butis, Xesma heard faintly waves of illusory chewing, gnawing, and digestion sounds coming from nowhere, and felt some kind of undisguised malice and hunger.
This made him, a demigod, shudder.
The eyes of the "Dark Saint" froze for a second, and he looked at Butis' face with astonishment and surprise.
Butis raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly cruel smile.
A few seconds later, they left the house one after another, one using "teleport" and the other blending into the shadows.
…………
At the junction of Backlund's East District and Bridge District, in a dilapidated apartment, in several connected rooms on the first floor that originally belonged to a cheap hotel.
When Butis walked out of the spirit world, the Extraordinary gathering was still two or three hours away, and no one had arrived yet.
He looked around, taking in the chairs and the cluttered long table.
After observing the environment, Butis walked to the corner and pulled with his right hand as if he was pulling a curtain.
The area was then shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.
Because there were originally no objects on it and no objective measurement marks, no one would notice that there is a missing space here. They would only feel that the distance between the wall and themselves seems to be a little closer, but upon closer inspection, everything is normal.
This is the "space hiding" of the "secret mage"!
They can use this ability to split a place into two, hiding one part and requiring entry through a specific "door".
At this time, in the area that was cut and hidden, the room existed normally, with floor tiles, ceiling, and a cockroach crawling hurriedly.
The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, but was blocked by the endless darkness.
After looking around, the "Secret Saint" Butis's gaze stopped on a transparent vortex in the air.
This is the "door".
Every hidden space must have a "door".
Butis thought for a moment, reached into the secret pocket of his black robe, took out a mirror, and embedded it in the position of the "door".
The mirror twisted and quickly reflected the outside world:
The chairs and long tables were arranged in a mess, and no one was there.
In this way, Butis monitored the gathering place of the extraordinary people through this mirror.
As time passed, Extraordinary people dressed in various ways to conceal their identities arrived one after another.
One of the hooded figures habitually chose a corner near the window, took out a palm-sized notebook with a verdigris cover, and flipped through a few pages casually, seemingly reviewing the key points of the questions to be asked later, or checking whether he was fully prepared.
Behind her, there was an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.
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