On the main streets of West District 9, under the foggy sky, it was impossible to tell how many unknown secrets were hidden in the depths. Joey suddenly thought of something:
The catastrophe of Chernobyl came from the Color Out of Space. Thanks to Her, Senegal had become a "Forsaken Land of the Gods". According to Rabbit Lady, She should have returned to the starry skies as early as the First Epoch, so what was the situation now?
As a Sequence 9 Fortune Shifter, and a Beyonder with no offensive capabilities, he simply had no way to access high-level secret dossiers.
Perhaps I can try to find Captain Wade?
No, no, no. He quickly dismissed this thought.
The loophole was too big. Given his status, it was impossible for him to know the secrets concerning deities; the only way to know would be to join the Evil God Sect.
Besides, he had previously survived in the hands of a Necromancer Sect Transcendent, and was already under observation. If he did anything out of line, he believed Wade would directly kill him without needing outsiders to make a move.
It seems I must wait until the next gathering to obtain more information from Rabbit Lady.
Thanks to Charles, there was no longer any distinction between the inner and outer cities, and a variety of ordinary citizens could be met on the streets.
At this moment, he wondered how Alisa was doing at the farm.
The sudden riot completely disrupted Joey's trajectory of life.
Amidst his deep thoughts, he had unconsciously returned to the rented house.
In Senegal, only people with a legal status could live here.
By sheer coincidence, he ran into the landlady. She was wearing an evening gown with exquisite makeup, as if she were about to attend a gathering.
This was a gathering popular in aristocratic circles; if you were lucky enough, you might even find your other half.
"Mr. Keliwei, I'm so glad to see you again." Naomi, who had originally been tidying her hair, suddenly caught sight of Joey, lifted her skirt hem, and trotted closer to greet him very politely.
Facing this enthusiastic landlady, Joey had always wanted to keep his distance, but since they happened to run into each other, he still wore a smile and said:
"Mrs. Jeff, are you off to a ball? You look exceptionally beautiful today."
This was the truth; she truly looked lovely.
Naomi glanced at Joey with bashful timidity, her cheeks flushing red as she whispered:
"I'm not going to a ball. Alida's husband sacrificed his life in the riots, so I have to attend his funeral."
In Senegal, whether it was a wedding or a funeral, people would attend in formal attire to show respect.
Her eyes were panicked, as if she were terribly afraid of being misunderstood about something. She also spoke of the terror and anxiety she had felt these past days, finally looking at Joey with concern: "When all of this passes, I am so afraid to see you... to see anyone else lose their life."
"The gods will bless Senegal, the catastrophe will pass, and peace will be with us."
After comforting her for a long while, he finally sent the landlady off.
Having not returned for several days, the room was filled with the decaying smell of wood chips. He opened the window to let the wind blow in.
The war between the two factions seemed to have reached a stalemate. Rumors had already begun to circulate that Senegal would be divided into two spheres of influence, and the armistice agreement was already in the negotiation stage.
What was needed next was a game of chess among politicians; armed conflicts would no longer erupt, and low-sequence Transcendents like him were also dismissed.
On the surface, everything was peaceful, but Joey knew this was merely the calm before the storm.
The thick fog shrouding the inner city had already begun to spread outward. No one paid attention to these details, and the previously rumored monsters in the fog were ultimately proven to be the work of enemy forces, leading both sides to downplay the mist even further, both assuming it was nothing more than extreme weather.
During these idle days, Joey had been collecting medicinal ingredients for the Sequence 8 potion.
The Sequence 8 Fortune Shifter potion formula: one deep-sea fish skull, several antenna worm shells, one portion of Five-Colored Divine Turtle Sand, one lucky item, and several remaining supplementary ingredients.
The primary ingredient alone could not be obtained in Senegal, because there was no ocean here. The only clue he had was the antenna worm. That was an underground creature just like the agate worm, fond of damp and dark environments.
Calculating the time of the last gathering, Joey closed the doors and windows. With a shift of his mind, he arrived Above the Gray Fog. His gaze pierced through the gray fog and locked onto the Sky-Piercing Pillar standing upon the Endless Sea. One gold and one red, two threads of light were entangled around it; as long as he desired, he could pull the corresponding people in at any time.
It seems I must set a gathering time!
Pulling back his gaze, he first created a avatar, then sat back down on the high seat. The gray fog once again concealed everything, and he began to summon.
Helena was originally handling a case when she suddenly sensed something. She stood up and said to her colleagues: "I'm very sorry, you know how it is-as a woman, there are just a few days every month when one's body has a mind of its own."
Dismissing her colleagues, she quickly returned to her residence. As the mist spread and eroded her entire body, she arrived at the Round Table Hall, finding herself in a hall enveloped by gray fog, with two other blurry figures not far away beside her.
Two? Wait, could it be that aside from Viper, there was a new member? Furthermore, this newly appeared person gave off a feeling of being quite powerful.
Mr. Viper seemed to be the same, leaving only her as a low sequence.
At the same time, Viper Clyde also discovered that an extra person had appeared. Short in stature and thin, it was impossible to tell where he came from based on his general attire.
Having traveled the vast seas, roamed various eastern and western countries, and deeply experienced the local customs and practices of major churches, Clyde still could not figure out the new member's origins, which left him quite astonished.
"Good evening, Mr. Hermit."
Helena lightly pinched the corner of the sheriff-customized small leather skirt to express her greetings.
Of course, if it were a formal court gown, it would have looked even better. This was Joey's unique way of greeting.
Through two interactions, Helena had roughly figured out the temperament of this ancient god. He was not the sort of capricious evil god, but rather resembled a kind-hearted elder.
She did not hide her curiosity in the slightest, her grayish-brown eyes blinking unblinkingly as she stared at the newly appeared figure.
"Hello!"
Joey leisurely cupped his chin and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a portion of his consciousness had already reached the Azure Dragon.
He smiled and bowed in a half-salutation, which was the highest-etched gentlemanly response of Senegal.
"Good evening! Beautiful lady."
Clyde also responded politely, not rushing to speak, but instead carefully sizing up the other party.
Black hair, black eyes, an accent leaning towards Isamott, with a slight Mesenia country tone. Judging from his tone of speech, there is not the slightest bit of tension or nervousness. Furthermore, he is positioned right next to the leading seat.
Judging from all aspects, this person's status might not be low, and it's even possible he has been here before me and Rabbit Lady. Facing Mr. Hermit, he shows none of the oppression that should be felt before a deity—he is very likely a blessed.
After merely a few seconds of observation, Clyde drew many conclusions.
Joey did not speak this time, instead manipulating the Azure Dragon to say:
"I need a deep-sea fish skull and a portion of Five-Colored Divine Turtle Sand."
Joey knew that as a pirate, Clyde Phoenix definitely had the channels to acquire these two things.
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