Morin didn't know that his deeds and news were gradually spreading. He was now lying in the carriage, with his arms behind his head, watching the slowly moving scenery outside the carriage.

The carriage moved forward, heading in the direction of the Gintama's Hand according to the map collected by Morin.

The unexpected episode in the middle has been dealt with, so Morin has to do what he has come to do. He has to return to the hands of Gintama, then kill the Lord of Gintama, so that the blood essence of the Nine Sky Ice Scorpion King can regain divinity. Only in this way can he use the four major true powers at the same time to advance without leaving any regrets.

"The reason why I came to fight with Matthew and kept plotting against him is that I want to learn more about the true meaning of Level 4. This way, I will have a better grasp when I take action against the Lord of Gintama later."

Maureen's fingers tapped slowly on the wall of the carriage, with an indescribable peculiar charm.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After all, what he faced later was not a wounded fourth-level true meaning, but many intact powerful true meaning beings, especially the Lord of Gintama. He could make other fourth-level true meanings bow down to him, so he must be an extremely powerful one among the fourth-level true meanings.

"Although I dealt with Matthew and killed him, and have the experience and confidence to face the fourth level of truth, I still suffered some injuries." Morin frowned slightly when he thought of his current physical condition.

After all, he was facing a powerful fourth-level True Meaning Master. Morin was seriously injured in the fight with Matthew, but it was not visible on the surface.

Facing a wounded fourth-level true meaning is like this, then, what about facing the Lord of Silver Soul? Morin felt a little heavy, and a little indescribable strong pressure.

"Let's heal our wounds first."

Maureen leaned on the soft couch in the carriage and closed his eyes slightly.

"Chip, scan me, analyze all the data on my body, and create new data items to determine the treatment plan!" He had an idea and gave such an order to the chip.

"Ding, the mission has been established."

"Mission in progress..."

The cold mechanical sound of the chip rang out.

A cold, pale blue light screen appeared in front of Morin's eyes, with groups of data flashing and floating in it. It was the chip scanning him and making various calculations.

In this way, Morin carried out the treatment according to the various treatment plans calculated by the chip while slowly heading towards the direction of the Gintama's hand.

He is currently in the Arctic Sea. It will take a long time for him to return to the Wizarding Continent, but Morin can wait now.

On the way, Morin's injuries had completely recovered and even improved a little.

That night, Maureen walked into a small town.

The carriage rumbled forward. Outside the town, on the brown road, a wooden sign was erected diagonally, on which the name of the town could be vaguely seen: Hongsha Town.

With a creak, Morin opened the door and got off the carriage.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome, distinguished guest!" Morin came to the outside of a hotel, and the hotel waiter hurriedly came to greet him. He was laughing so hard that his teeth were showing. The waiter was a young man with curly hair, and looked particularly sunny.

"Give my horse some fresh beef, and some strong liquor."

Morin smiled gently at the guy and said so.

The horses in his carriage were not ordinary horses, but witchcraft horses. They could not eat grass, but needed things like flesh, blood, and wine.

After that, Morin entered the hotel, had dinner, and then moved into the best room in the hotel.

The night was nice and beautiful. Maureen looked at the bright moon outside the window in the sky, smiled, closed the window, and began to meditate.

At this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard outside.

"Mr. Morin, Mr. Morin!" Someone outside the door shouted Morin.

Is that the young guy?

"Come to see me at this time?" Morin's eyes suddenly opened.

He walked forward and opened the door, but there was nothing outside, only emptiness.

Only the faint light from the corridor outside the door was emitted.

No one? Maureen frowned.

He returned to the bed, sat cross-legged and continued to meditate, but he had just sat down for a while when the young man's voice rang again.

"Mr. Morin, Mr. Morin!"

This time the young man's voice was more urgent. He even kept knocking on the door, making the entire door bang.

Morin's face darkened.

This time Morin did not stand up. He gathered his mental power and spread it out like a tide. He wanted to rush out of the room and carefully sense the situation outside the room.

But what made Morin frown was that his mental power was firmly confined in the room and could not be released at all.

boom!!

The air was blurry, and Morin's mental power instantly turned into a terrifying tornado, which swirled and smashed the gate into pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and pieces of the gate were scattered all over the ground.

But it was empty outside, there was nothing.

Nothing at all.

It was as if everything that happened just now was an illusion.

"Interesting, really interesting." Morin moved his body and floated in the air. He smiled and said this.

The situation has become quite obvious. He seems to have accidentally entered a secret place of witchcraft, so he is now encountering many strange events.

It's really unexpected.

Morin thought about this and felt very surprised.

At this moment, some noises suddenly came from outside.

Bang.

Bang.

There was a dull sound of drums outside, someone was talking loudly, cannons were exploding, and there was a burst of cheers outside.

Maureen opened the window and found that the situation outside had changed.

The originally narrow street has become extremely wide. A team of soldiers dressed exquisitely, wearing white top hats and a bright red feather on their heads are striding forward. They are beating drums slowly and blowing trumpets loudly at the same time.

The sound of cannons exploding came from afar, and red and green fireworks burst in the air. On the streets, countless people gathered together, their faces flushed, waving their arms and cheering loudly.

Mo Lin's brows couldn't help but frown.

After a moment, Morin's brows slowly relaxed, he smiled, and walked out of the room.

The hotel was empty, as if all the human figures had completely disappeared in a short moment.

Morin seemed not to see what was happening in front of him. He walked forward, out of the hotel door and onto the street.

The festive and lively scenes around him became more vivid and lively, and all of them rushed into Morin's mind and senses at once. All kinds of things, all kinds of sounds, and all kinds of pictures rushed into Morin's senses thousands of times, changing everything.

The picture was deforming, the sound was distorting, the light and dark of the world began to change, becoming large pieces of oil painting, all kinds of colors and spots were falling off and distorting.

For ordinary third-level wizards, everything is fatal. Just when they first come into contact with it, their minds will be completely blown up by all kinds of information and messy things, making them go crazy in an instant.

There is too much information and it is too distorted.

The expression on Morin's face was very calm. He walked forward and watched from the side of the road.

More and more soldiers appeared, the drums became louder and louder, and the people's cheers became louder and louder.

On the street, a carriage pulled by four huge white horses appeared. A young king with a crown on his head, a gorgeous robe on his body and a scepter in his hand sat in the carriage. He waved to the people around him and was patrolling his territory.

The faint light around was completely boiling.

The smile on the king's face was very friendly. When he waved, he seemed to have discovered something. He stared at Morin for a long time, then turned his head and looked elsewhere. The people around him seemed to have not noticed anything about this scene and were still cheering for their king.

And that king had the same face as Morin.

Maureen smiled, as if he didn't notice what happened.

He stretched out his hand and patted hard a middle-aged man in front of him who was fat, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and looked very greasy.

"Hey, man!" Maureen greeted.

"Who is it? Who is hitting me? I need to take a closer look at the king."

The rude middle-aged man cursed and turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to beat the person behind him.

"biu~"

Morin chuckled and snapped his fingers at him. Then he pulled his black robe and left leisurely.

The rude middle-aged man froze in place.

Cracks appeared on his body, and soon, endless blood flowed out of the middle-aged man's body, like a river, completely flooding the place.

Blood was constantly flowing out of the noses, eyes, and ears of the people around them. Streaks of blood appeared, making them look extremely terrifying.

But they seemed like they didn't expect to see it. They kept cheering and shouting, letting large mouthfuls of blood rush out of their mouths.

On the throne, the king who had the same face as Morin leaned to one side, his eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, he was deader than dead.

Morin slowly returned to the hotel.

The strange thing is that there was no one in the hotel originally, but now it has become extremely lively. The whole hotel is brightly lit and full of guests. Waiters come and go, constantly serving various dishes.

With such liveliness and bustle, a fresh atmosphere emanates.

"Mr. Morin, Mr. Morin!" The guy from before appeared again at some point. He waved his hands vigorously at Morin with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Morin, were you out just now? Wow, you're back just in time."

The waiter came to Morin's side, his steps light, his toes spinning as if he was dancing, and said, "Our hotel is preparing a brand new dish today. Our hotel's chef has been preparing it for a long time, and he wants to invite the guests here to taste it for free."

"Mr. Morin, you just happened to be back. If you were late, this dish would not be available!"

The guy laughed and looked very happy.

At this time, a huge food cart appeared in front. A middle-aged fat man who looked white and fat, with a hat on his head, a towel around his neck and a warm smile on his face, pushed the food cart over and nodded to the people around him.

Soon, it was time to try the dishes.

In order to share this joy, the chef asked everyone present to draw lots. Whoever drew the lot could come forward to make the first cut and distribution of his new dishes. As luck would have it, Maureen drew the lot.

"Mr. Morin, are you the one who drew the lottery? Wow, what a coincidence." The waiter next to him smiled exaggeratedly and said, "It is said that the new dish this time is a large portion of barbecue. I wonder how you would like to divide it, Mr. Morin?"

"I'm really looking forward to it." said the guy, with an expectant look on his face.

Morin smiled and did not refuse. He took a knife and walked towards the food cart in front with the waiter.

The dining car opened, revealing its contents.

He was a person whose whole body was burnt.

He and Maureen have exactly the same face.

It's another Maureen.

An enticing fragrance instantly wafted out, intoxicating the guests around.

"Mr. Morin, cut it quickly, cut it quickly." The waiter looked at 'Mr. Morin' on the dining car and urged him, his eyes shining as if he couldn't wait any longer.

"I didn't expect that I smelled so good."

Morin took a deep breath and exclaimed. He turned his head and looked at the guy next to him. He smiled and said, "It's really hard for you to design so many traps for me."

"You're welcome, Mr. Morin!"

The smile on the guy's face was full of sunshine and looked particularly bright.