Start with the Readers Chapter 278: Gathering Induo Port

Feysac, Port of Indo, Golden Horn Manor.

One of the vice presidents of the Secret Order, "Ancient Scholar" Nellie Pete lives in seclusion here.

At first, he wanted to dig out the truth about the unknown battle of gods that took place here at the end of the Fourth Epoch, in order to digest the "Ancient Scholar" potion... But unfortunately, the "Twilight Castle Remains" appeared in the outer sea last year. During that time, he happened to be away from Feysac, and regrettably rather than miss it, he was not able to find out.

However, he is not depressed, and is currently looking for a way to re-enter that "Nightmare Ruins".

This Mr. Nelly Pete's apparent identity is the mayor of Port Indo, and he also holds the title of Viscount. In addition, he has lived here for nearly forty years, so no one has doubted him.

Because it was approaching the early morning, Nelli put down the work at hand and called the servant to help him sort out the files for tomorrow.

But when the servant walked into the living room, Nellie's eyes suddenly narrowed. A few seconds later, he sealed the room spiritually and asked, "Who are you?"

This is by no means his manservant, after all his manservant, the "thread of the spiritual body", will not be manipulated by others.

"As expected of Mr. Pete, I can't hide this little trick from you." The valet first smiled strangely, and then transformed into a delicate and beautiful lady.

"Daphne Priestley?" Nellie Pete recognized the other party's identity, but became more and more vigilant. After all, after the disappearance of the president, they, the vice presidents, had done a lot of things. Although the fight did not completely tear apart the face, it also caused the current situation where each of them leads a branch.

"What did you come to see me for?" asked Nellie Pete cautiously.

Seeing the question, Daphne didn't keep her secret, and replied with a smile: "I'm here to deliver the president's order...the president will hold a party at 8 o'clock on Saturday night, and he wants you to attend on time."

"What? President, He... He reappeared?" Nellie's surprised expression couldn't even control the ability of "Joker", but he quickly calmed down again, and asked after deliberation, "What do you have?" What certificate?"

"Of course!" Daphne handed a badge to Nellie as she said.

Nelli took it carefully, inspected it, then nodded and said: "It is indeed the breath of the president..."

He paused at this point, obviously confirmed the authenticity of Daphne's order, and then asked: "Where is the meeting place? Who will attend?"

"You, me, Morde, and all other members of the demigod level will participate... Speaking of which, you are not the farthest, and I have to go to the southern continent afterwards.

"As for the location...the president said, as long as you keep wearing the badge, you will know when the time comes." Daphne simply explained a few words, and she answered the other party's question.

Nellie groped for the badge and thought for a moment, then said without emotion:

"Okay, I have received your notice and will attend on time on Saturday night, you can leave now."

Daphne had already prepared for the order to evict guests. After all, the three vice presidents didn't deal with each other very much, so they only lifted the corner of their skirts and saluted, and then disappeared.

Obviously, the she just now is just a "historical projection", and it's not her own projection.

After he left, Mr. Nellie played with the badge and thought about it for a long time, until his real valet knocked on the door and came in, reporting that his friend Mr. "Osmond" was visiting.

Osmond? "Gluttony" of "Psychological Alchemists"? What is he doing to me so late? Nellie was puzzled, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he still ordered the servant to take him to the reception room.

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Indo Port, in a small hotel in the dock area.

Ince Zangwill picked up a quill and wrote in his notebook:

"Because 'Gluttony' Osmond suddenly decided to visit the mayor of Port Indor, so I missed out with Azik Eggers again..."

After writing this text, he complained to himself, "It is Azik who is following 'Gluttony'... This city is becoming more and more dangerous, and it is not suitable to stay any longer. "

Ince was very impressed with Azik, the "Death Consul" who was in a bad state. When he was in Tingen, the other party almost sabotaged his plan, and he almost killed him directly... ...

At least until he became Sequence 3, Ince didn't want to meet him again at all.

The angel evil spirit of the Sauron family in his body smiled indifferently: "But that fat man still has some skills. Under his operation, on the day of the 'Twilight Day' festival this year, Einho The En family will 'exhibit' some of the family's collections here in Indor, among them is my sword, isn't it?"

"Fatty?" Ince asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, it's that 'gluttony'. He's 'camouflaged' his image on a spiritual level. It's normal if you can't see it." The 'Twilight Day' ceremony is over, we will leave the city immediately after we take the sword away."

"I hope it goes well..." Ince sighed, feeling a little uneasy.

He didn't calm down until he touched the "Fallen Morning Star" he was wearing.

Although the level of this item is not high, it lives up to its reputation. In terms of "hiding" itself, it is indeed quite reliable.

…

Indo Port, in a villa in the West District.

Siltana, a member of the official "Demon Hunter" team, carefully glanced at Azik, who had been in a bad mood since he came back, and asked hesitantly, "My lord ancestor, there is something wrong with the information I got. Is it?"

Seeing his descendant looking at him anxiously, Azik's face softened a little, he shook his head and said, "It's not your problem...someone deflected his 'fate'."

"Deflect fate?! Is there anyone else who can do such a thing?" Siltana looked surprised. Although she is a member of the official team, she is still young after all, only twenty-three years old, so she is inevitably lacking in knowledge.

Even if she is already a Sequence 7 "psychic".

"I roughly guessed who did it... Coincidentally, I'm looking for him too..." Mr. Ards first sighed, and then explained to Siltana, "Those who can deflect fate There are many ways, among which 'spectators', 'readers', 'mystery-peepers', and 'monsters' are all good at this after reaching the high sequence...

"This time it is a sealed item that is manipulating 'fate' behind the scenes... But you'd better not inquire too much, because 'the more you understand it, the more it understands you'."

There is such a sealed item? Xiltana was a little speechless, but she also wisely stopped asking.

In fact, she didn't intend to help this cheap "ancestor" of her family at first, but after meeting Silica and learning that the "gluttony" of the "Psychological Alchemy Society" was the enemy of her ancestors, She just changed her mind.

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In the hot spring manor in the mountains on the northern outskirts of Indor Port, Countess Rouse, "Greedy" Xenia welcomed her guests... or rather, "Master", Miss "Lazy" Klosfia.

At the last Supreme Jury meeting of the "Psychological Alchemy Association", they agreed to the request of "Gluttony", and a month later, Indogang "helped".

And now, belonging is arriving on the "tail" of the promise.

"Do you need me to inform 'Gluttony' that we have arrived?" Xenia asked for instructions.

Klosfia rolled her eyes, and then said with a smile: "Wait a minute, and then notify Mr. Lust after he arrives."

…

At the same time, because "Vice Admiral Iceberg" followed Abner to explore and all the crew members of "Golden Dream" were on vacation, Danitz also chose Port of Indo as a vacation spot for some reason.

He was wearing a dark cloak, carrying a suitcase, and was sweating profusely along the pier road towards the outside of the pier.

Afterwards, Danitz glanced left and right, reached out and stopped a carriage, and ordered in ancient Feysac:

"Hotel."

The coachman looked at him and said with a blank face: "You...%#@&((What..."

What is he talking about...I can only understand a few words...Shit, don't the Feysacs speak ancient Feysac?

Danitz was stunned, and then he couldn't help but secretly cursed... He always thought that if he knew the ancient Fusac language, he would be able to communicate in Fusac unimpeded.

After holding back for a while, Danitz opened his mouth with difficulty, and subconsciously said in Loen language:

"Take me to the nearest hotel first."

The coachman seemed relieved when he heard the words, and replied in broken Loen language: "It turns out that you can speak Loen language, that's great!"

Shit! Why does a Feysac not know the ancient Feysac language, but Loen language instead?

Danitz complained a few words in his heart, but he still got into the carriage and threw ten pennies to the other party. As a result, the car only moved forward for ten seconds before stopping.

What happened? Danitz looked at the coachman in confusion, but the latter pointed to the signboard on the side of the road, and said again in poor Loenish: "Here we are."

Are there? Hearing this, Danitz was dazed again, then jumped out of the car and looked to the side of the road, and he saw a rather old four-story building.

I was tricked by a coachman? Danitz was just about to get angry, but found that the carriage had run away ~IndoMTL.com~ at some point and turned into an alley.

I don't remember what he looked like... But fortunately, my goal has been achieved... I just lost ten pennies in vain.

When Danis was explaining himself in his heart, his eyes were fixed again, and then he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Because he saw a relatively familiar person!

Directly in front of Danis, at the doorway under the oil lamp of the hotel, a young man with short blond hair combed into a 70s was leaning against the wall, playing a silver-white harmonica.

He has a pair of green eyes, wears a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, a black vest that is completely open, dark trousers, and a single black glove. He is the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea. Anderson Hood!

How did this "canned wolf fish" come here?

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