eurekapd Chapter 453 Primitive Island
Chapter 453 Primitive Island
Chapter 453 Primitive Island
Praise the fool.
Xia Er gently placed his right hand on his left shoulder, his index, middle, and ring fingers lightly tapping as if drawing wavy lines.
Klein swore that if it weren't for the faith provided by Silver City, there would be so much more. Even though he doesn't need faith now, he can still see the deep red stars that flash regularly in the gray fog space every day, as well as the simple wishes of the residents of Silver City and their yearning for a better life. He didn't know he was so great.
Furthermore, what does the "angel's" gesture mean? Is it pointing at the pupil without eyes and drawing a distorted line?
Klein suddenly thought of the Jacob family crest he had seen before. It also seemed to be a hand, but the Jacob family crest was a left hand, and several fingers were bent, making it look like a clock without a casing.
This is probably just a coincidence.
At least for now, Klein can still convince himself of this.
"Mr. Angel, Mr. World, are you available recently?"
"The Hanged Man," Alger asked, taking the initiative to inquire.
"Um."
"Angel" Xia Er nodded; he had time at any time.
"World" maintained the same style, responding in a hoarse voice.
"If you all have time constraints, then I would like to invite you to explore the pristine islands I know of with me."
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"Perfect timing! Mr. Angel can customize teleportation runestones. All we need to do is know the corresponding coordinates, right?"
Alger, the "Hanged Man," also immediately started forming a group.
He already owed the angels a favor, and the reason he brought the world along was simple: he didn't want to face the angels alone, as that would make him feel awkward in the team. Bringing the world along would make the three-person team more stable, and the world's personality was also more suitable.
I will tell you the coordinates separately.
Alger didn't break the contract, and Mr. World can be easily dealt with; he can just buy runestones at his own expense and send them over.
In this way, he can preserve the original island's coordinates, and the world may not be able to figure out its exact location.
"OK."
After thinking about it for a moment, Xia Er decided to go anyway, since the murals inside were quite interesting.
"I have no problems either."
Klein didn't refuse; it was just a matter of him paying for the land clearing himself, and it would also allow him to collect the extraordinary materials he needed.
In just a few words, everyone had settled everything.
This tarot session has now come to an end.
October 5, Wednesday.
In East Chestershire, Audrey saw many antiquities while visiting the collection of the Loon Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation, including a pair of boots said to be from the Fourth Age.
These boots actually came from a noble family at the time, but the toes of the boots are upturned at different heights, with the left one higher than the right. Although they are asymmetrical and look like they come from the Fourth Age, they really have the style of a clown.
She continued to tour some new items in the collection and saw a dragon medal with a greyish-white dragon with outstretched wings.
It is said to involve ancient dragon worship...
This is really beautiful.
Audrey asked Associate Professor Michel about the origin of the medal. It was said to come from a village called Hedrak. The discovery of the medal was accompanied by a tragedy: all the members of the archaeological team who went to explore the village became mentally ill after a period of time.
Audrey nodded. She knew this village, and that the people there had a collective subconscious sea inhabited by a giant spiritual dragon. She also knew about the members of this archaeological team. So many people had gone mad, but the matter had been suppressed. They must all be members of the Psycho-Alchemy Society.
However, she did not encounter any danger when she went to that village, nor when the subsequent investigators went there. These members of the archaeological team had obviously violated some taboo.
"Professor Michelle, I am very interested in this medal. Could you tell me more about its story?"
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Audrey originally intended to demand the money directly and offer some financial compensation.
But then a thought suddenly struck her: the foundation was funded by her, and only she could probably discover the value of these collections. Why not just make a replica, take the original, and return it if she was sure there was nothing hidden?
However, she has no knowledge of how to forge documents, so why not ask Mr. Angel for help?
Friday afternoon, at the Macht family home.
A picture flashed before Xia'er's eyes of the order commissioned by Miss Justice, forwarded by Mr. Fool.
This medal...
Erihog?
Xia Er thought for a moment, then looked at Hazel, who was standing by the oven making radish cake.
"Hairo, have you finished your homework?"
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Xia Er is a bit lazy, and he plans to outsource the work.
"Hmph, of course I finished it."
Hazel readily lied; having spent so much time with Flora, lying had become second nature to her.
"Then make me a badge that's exactly the same."
"Here'll give you an extra 20 pounds for pocket money."
Xia Er picked up a pen and paper, drew a sketch, and marked the relevant material requirements.
"Oh~"
"You can eat the cake yourself once it's baked."
Hazel didn't think much of it, gave Xia'er a word of advice, and left with the blueprints.
She didn't find it too difficult; a thief who couldn't even forge a document was just an ordinary person.
Xia Er nodded and took the cake out of the oven. It smelled very fresh caramel and radish.
As he ate his cake, he thought about the current state of the Seven Gods.
It seems that apart from the God of War, everyone else has some ruthless skills. Even the Lord of Storms, who is generally acknowledged as someone who has been doing something for thousands of years, would have a terrifyingly high combat power if he really lost his mind, activated the source of anger, and burned his rationality.
The twilight route is rather awkward. It seems quite powerful, but the God of War is just an honest kid.
"Badhail seems very simple-minded, with no major flaws compared to us, and he's also the only one who is the successor to the rightful god."
After finishing the cake, Xia'er quickly made a batch of teleportation stones and delivered them to her beloved Mr. Fool.
night.
On the primitive island, three figures gradually intertwined.
When Xia Er saw Gehrman Sparrow, who was as thin as a paper doll, she couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing a paper doll at night, with one hand on its top hat and its trench coat swaying, looking quite handsome, was really hilarious.
Even the usually serious Alger chuckled.
Klein was the only one of the three who was so cautious that when he teleported over, he left a clone on the surface while hiding his real body.
"I know the fortune teller's path is fragile, but there's no need to be so cautious."
Shael poked a hole in the paper figure in front of him with his finger, and Klein, who emerged from the bushes, turned pale.
Moreover, ever since he had his doubts, Klein felt that the "angel" had an inexplicable connection with him. Some of his verbal tics could be explained by Roselle, but now even the "crisp skin" had come out. Was he no longer pretending or what?