Chapter 449
Worse Than a Dog
Chapter 449 Worse Than a Dog
night.
Mr. Louis Wayne of the Aurora Society has passed away.
The process of dying is very simple.
He wanted to use the chapel as usual that night, so he pushed open the door, went inside, and didn't flash.
And then that was it.
It wouldn't be too difficult for a Sequence 4 arcane mage with a lineage to control a Sequence 5 traveler.
Overjoyed, Dorian, in response to Fors's compliments, directly bestowed upon his beloved student the traveler's traits he had extracted.
This is not because Dorian is deliberately trying to please anyone; the current Dorian has regained some of the arrogance of the angelic family.
He casually gave Fors a Sequence 5 trait, partly because Fors provided intelligence, and partly because Huang Guang's prophecy stated that the key to the Abraham family's liberation lay in an apprentice who was not a descendant of Abraham.
This apprentice now seems very likely to be his student.
Since she is the "child of prophecy," his student, his last student, his closed-door disciple, and a little girl, then this level of resource allocation is normal.
The Abraham family had previously been hesitant to reveal their wealth, fearing that possessing such a treasure would attract too much attention. In reality, they were extremely wealthy. Once they had basic self-defense capabilities, a Sequence 5 item was nothing to Dorian, the only demigod in the Abraham family at present.
He only took Louis Wayne's body as an explanation to the Abraham Elders. His next step was to quickly digest the potion, advance to Sequence 3 Wanderer, kill the "Secret Saint" Butis, and reclaim the family's other Level 0 sealed artifact, the Old Box.
Dorian teleported away, while Fors stared blankly at the Traveler's Extraordinary Trait in his hand.
She suddenly felt like she had won without lifting a finger, especially since... "You can even help me separate the extraordinary characteristics of a Sequence 6 Recorder." Fors held the crystal, which was so transparent it was almost illusory, with a silly smile on her face. She looked at Xia Er in such an endearing way. When Xia Er didn't speak, she nudged Xia Er and said in a tone that was... "Isn't it, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
Xia Er felt that the salted fish was incredibly salty, but he could only push her away while agreeing.
"hey-hey."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Relieved by the satisfactory answer, Fors placed the crystal in her hand into Xia'er's hand.
She wasn't in a hurry anyway. Promotions could be taken slowly. With Lemanor's travel notes, she wasn't that much different from a Sequence 6 Recorder.
Xia Er took the special ability that Fors had forced on him. He had no choice but to eat it after thinking about it for a while. As a result, he gained an extraordinary organ.
Let's separate them when Fors needs them.
"You won't spit it out on me anymore, right?"
Fors's silly grin disappeared, and she asked a question with some insecurity.
"Extract, understand?"
Xia Er made a gesture of cutting off a kidney, and Fors went back to report to Xiu that he was safe and sound, satisfied.
Shael then thought of a problem: Dorian killed Mr. X himself and gave the trait to Fors.
What does Klein herd?
Doesn't Gehrman Sparrow lack the ability to travel?
"Is I selling teleportation runestones in the Gray Fog Space?"
"Pricing...it's okay if it's a bit high, anyway, Mr. Fool is a master of transfer payments."
"If the pirates suffer, Gehrman will laugh."
These distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, and Xia'er inside the hotel vanished like bubbles.
At a large service urgently convened by the Night Church, where he was receiving important believers, arranging prayers, and distributing free ketchup, Xia Er felt like he had shot himself in the foot; he wasn't supposed to be working overtime this weekend.
Moreover, as a newly appointed young bishop from a noble family, he is under a lot of attention, making it difficult even to slack off. He also has to maintain a gentle and reliable persona, and wear a smile that is aloof but not too aloof, polite but also humorous.
"Please, Hazel, you'd better really need help."
Chael pushed away Hazel, who came over to comfort/cause trouble; he didn't want to be the subject of jokes from Lady Daly and Bishop Elektra later.
"Children, may the goddess's radiance protect you every night."
Chael was handing out ketchup to a group of little kids, ignoring a few who had already received theirs and were now queuing up again.
Survival in Backlund is tough, and these clever children are so down-to-earth, wanting to receive an extra share of the night's blessing for their families who couldn't come. How could Shael be stingy with that?
He even gave different blessings each time.
Not far away, Hazel stared at Chael with eyes practically bulging with desire, but Melissa pulled her back, helping the girl regain some of her composure.
"Hayr..."
Melissa didn't know how to express herself, "I know you like it..." but there's no need to like it that much.
"I'm sorry, Melissa, I almost overlooked your feelings."
Hazel snapped out of her reverie and smiled as she grasped Melissa's hand in return.
Looking at the sweet-smiling Hazel and the popular and considerate Shael, Melissa suddenly felt a little fortunate that Shael was a sentimental person who knew how to enjoy life. However, Melissa quickly felt ashamed and guilty about her thoughts.
She also glanced at Hazel cautiously.
Yes, Hazel was still looking in Xia'er's direction and didn't notice her emotional change just now.
Melissa breathed a quiet sigh of relief, unaware that Hazel's shoulders were trembling slightly.
Clearly, the inhuman Flora Jacob analyzed Melissa's thoughts through micro-expressions and shared them with Hazel. It was bad, terrible, but Hazel still couldn't control the upturned corners of her mouth and the trembling of her shoulders. She confessed to the goddess of night in her heart.
She was completely innocent; Flora Jacob was the one who did the bad thing. She simply listened to the whole thing out of helplessness and argued with her teacher with a accusatory and critical attitude.
Melissa is such a good girl.
Despite being close in age, Hazel held Melissa's small hand with a slightly firmer grip, as if cherishing it. This made Melissa even more embarrassed, and she could only put her arm around Hazel's shoulder, treasuring this friendship.
Monday, 3 PM.
Even a dog knows what will happen at this time.
This is no joke. In Audrey's bedroom, Susie, the golden retriever who was lying in the corner reading a book, gracefully closed the book after Audrey entered. "I understand."
After saying that, it pushed the book to the corner, trotted out of the room, and didn't forget to close the door.
This book...
Audrey glanced at it curiously; it was her psychology book.
This seems to be something she'll be learning next week.
The noblewoman looked in the direction the golden retriever had left with a hint of self-doubt.
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