The former No. 36 Zouteland Street had a stucco ground floor, and the two windows on each floor above were surrounded by a closed arch to form a whole. It had the characteristics of an building from around 1300 in the Fifth Age, and the lighting was not very good.

After the reconstruction, the ground floor is sheltered by a small porch, with two-story high oriel windows on both sides. The details of the window frames include window walls and decorative capitals that support thin stone beams. Above the high oriel windows is a parapet that connects to the third floor.

This is a three-story building style that has only become popular in recent years.

In a trance, Leonard felt like he had come to the wrong place.

After being stunned for ten seconds, he took the cane inlaid with silver-white metal and walked into No. 36 Zouteland Street. Then, he climbed the stairs, turned the corner, and saw a black door and a vertical sign:

"Blackthorn Security Company"

When he got here, he seemed to gradually become familiar with the place. He quickened his pace and pushed open the half-open door.

The brown-haired girl, who had placed the Tingen City Honest Man's Newspaper upright on the table and covered her face, heard the unconcealed footsteps and moved the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead, light brown eyes and pretty face.

"...Good afternoon, Roxanne." Leonard greeted her hesitantly.

Luo Shan showed a surprised expression at first, then her face darkened and she said in an unusually cold tone:

"good afternoon.

"Congratulations on avenging the captain, Klein and the others."

Leonard opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond. He couldn't even raise his hand to hold down his top hat because he didn't like wearing hats.

He forced a smile, nodded slightly, then walked forward in silence, passed Luo Shan, and prepared to walk into the door inside and outside the partition.

Just as he was about to enter the office area, he suddenly heard Luo Shan behind him say in a very low voice:

"Live well..."

Leonard slowed down his pace slightly and nodded heavily.

When he arrived at the inner area, he immediately saw Frye standing at the door of the captain's office.

This "corpse collector" still looks pale as if he hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time. He has black hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a cold and gloomy temperament.

Leonard looked at the other person seriously for a few seconds, exhaled, and tried to smile coolly:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Good afternoon, long time no see." Frye pointed to the captain's office. "I have received the telegram and learned of your request. I will have two team members accompany you. Also, you need to fill out a Sealed Object Application Form."

Leonard smiled in surprise:

"You are the captain now? You are not as silent as before..."

Leonard had actually already digested the "Queen of Souls" potion and could be promoted to Sequence 5 "Spirit Wizard", but in order to steal the power of that drop of "Eternal Sun" blood, he deliberately did not report it and continued to appease the souls in the area around Backlund. Finally, with his own efforts, he found an opportunity to come to Tingen.

"Yes." Frye nodded gently, "Actually, I don't like to talk so much, but as the captain, I have to say it."

Leonard nodded slightly and said:

"When did you become the captain? I haven't heard of it at all..."

"Recently." Frye answered the question briefly before explaining, "Not long after you left, I became a Sequence 8 Gravedigger. Last month, I was finally promoted to Psychic, and the previous captain happened to be transferred."

"So fast..." Leonard had not finished his words when he clenched his fist and hit his head. "Look at my memory. I forgot that Klein had shared some experiences with everyone."

He put down his right hand, turned to Fry and smiled:

"In this way, you still have time and space to improve yourself, and maybe you can become a deacon in the future."

Frye glanced at him, then looked away and said:

"I probably won't be seeking further promotion."

"Why?" Leonard took a few steps and came to Frye's side, asking with a little surprise.

Frye looked up at the ceiling and said in a low and calm voice:

“I want to stay here.

"Always protect this place."

Leonard was silent for a moment and did not respond.

He looked around and felt that there had been major changes here, but there were still some things that remained unchanged.

Frye was also silent for a while, and then said:

"I'll send two team members to follow you."

As he spoke, he walked to the bottom of the aisle, and Leonard followed him subconsciously.

In the office at the bottom, the door was open and several night watchmen were playing cards and fighting evil.

Noticing the captain's approach, they put down their cards and stood up.

Leonard took a quick glance and saw two familiar faces, Luo Yao with smooth black hair and long eyebrows, and Xiga with white hair and black eyes.

At the same time, he also saw several unfamiliar faces, and saw pennies, soles, and playing cards on the table.

For a moment, he was dazed and his vision was blurry.

…………

In the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port with an attached fishing village, the lower cabin of the "Future".

Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves, folded his arms, and carefully examined the mushrooms in front of him.

The mushroom, including the cap, was about 1.8 meters tall, with several bright red spots on its white surface, like eyes, nose and mouth.

In addition to these, spores protrude from its trunk, and thick and powerful white mycelium grows out that looks like tentacles.

Frank looked the giant mushroom up and down for a few times, then looked around at the various mushrooms of varying lengths, sizes, and sizes that covered the wooden walls and floors, and said to the "craftsman" Charles beside him:

“Yes, this experiment has made some progress. This mushroom has a strong tendency to reproduce itself, which makes it hungry. It urgently needs the flesh and blood of monsters to replenish itself.

"Whether it's roasting or boiling, it can eliminate its activity and it's no longer so dangerous.

"Well, how does it taste? Didn't you just taste it? Its offspring will randomly smell like beef, fish, or wheat. Some are even full of milk. One plant can satisfy a breakfast need. You see, the crew members don't like to drink anymore, and there are mushrooms to pick everywhere... I was thinking, sometimes, in the wilderness, in order to fill your stomach, you need to carry dry food or hunt wild animals, which is too troublesome. If you can grow mushrooms on your body, wouldn't it be much easier?"

The "craftsman" Sharf was much thinner than when he was in Bayam. His eye sockets were sunken and his eyes were dull, lacking a lively feeling.

Hearing Frank's words, he remembered something and his body trembled slightly. He squatted down silently, opened his mouth and vomited.

"Are you okay? I know you've worked hard, and I really have to thank you for this period of time." Frank said to the "craftsman" sincerely, "If it weren't for you, this mushroom wouldn't have such a strong tendency to self-reproduce. Moreover, under the moonlight, its vitality will become extremely tenacious and it can purify itself, which can effectively eliminate the toxins accumulated by the devouring monster. The only problem at the moment is that there is no moonlight in pure darkness, which is the problem we need to solve next."

Sharf didn't say anything. After vomiting, he stood up suddenly, turned around and was about to rush outside, but thick and powerful white hyphae spread over him, entangled him and pulled him back.

"Give me back my magic item! I want to die with these mushrooms!" He shouted frantically, his voice getting lower and lower, as if his mouth was blocked.

At this time, somewhere outside the fishing village, green vines rapidly retracted, as if they were growing backwards.

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya walked out, her eyes deep purple mixed with silver.

The illusory whispers from the "Hidden Sage" still echoed in her ears, but she no longer felt terrified, nor was she completely unbearable like before. Wherever she looked, she saw countless swimming figures of indescribable shapes, like thick curtains of shadows, and invisible sights coming from nowhere.

Compared with the past, she could vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and could witness moons of different colors in the sky. They were blood red, silver, dark brown, or dark blue, like eyes gazing at the earth.

Cattleya's mind buzzed for a moment, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

She has analyzed the blood of the "Snake of Fate", completed the ritual, and gained divinity, becoming Sequence 4 of the "Mysterious Peeper" path, the "Mysticist"!

However, she remembered that the Queen had warned her:

Among all the Sequence 4s in the twenty-two paths, "Mystic" is the "profession" that is most likely to encounter danger, because one will often see things that should not be seen, hear voices that should not be heard, and touch secrets that should not be touched.

Therefore, if a "mystic" wants to live a long life, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.

Cattleya took off the heavy glasses clipped on her clothes and put them on her nose, but the things that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.

She curled her lips half in self-mockery and half in satisfaction, knowing that this item could no longer seal her Eye of Prying Eyes.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her eyes had turned dark, no longer the mysterious deep purple and silver.

Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the "Future", as if she had just got off the ship for a walk.

She had no intention of spreading the news that she had become a demigod, nor did she think of quickly becoming the fifth king of the sea. To her, this was one of her trump cards in a dangerous world that she would not throw out easily.

…………

South District of Daqiao, Rose Street.

As soon as Emlyn's carriage drove into the street, he saw a blurry figure with slightly messy hair, a white shirt and a black vest standing out from the seat opposite him. It was a young man who looked like a ghost.

"Long time no see, Mr. Maric." Emlyn smiled without any panic.

Maric nodded slightly:

"I'm here to tell you that we are ready to discuss a specific plan of action."

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family reunion~