An internal commission
After a moment, Lorry sighed helplessly.
This "Angel of Imagination" is quite a riddle; either don't say anything, or say it clearly. What's the point of keeping people in suspense and wondering?
However, after much thought, he guessed that the other party was referring to the "Book of Dimensions".
Or perhaps it was the one who bestowed the "Book of Dimensions".
That's a barely plausible explanation.
No one knew how much He had seen... Lorry looked at the dark sea with a bitter expression, feeling His terrifying nature even more.
Humanity's greatest fear comes from the unknown.
You never know whether your thoughts and actions are truly your own will or whether you are unknowingly being manipulated by this person.
Moreover, it makes deep thinking impossible.
If you're fixated on this, going insane is only a matter of time.
"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. There's no point in dwelling on problems that can't be solved." After a long silence, Lorry chuckled bitterly to himself.
Suddenly, his expression faltered slightly, and a thought involuntarily surfaced: Was not dwelling on this matter his own intention, or was it this person's arrangement?
"Call!"
After a long silence, he exhaled forcefully, sought out the "Messenger" lady to reclaim his "Self," and temporarily shut down the awareness of "being entangled in this matter."
It's so hard to live a stable life... Lorry sighed silently, reclining in his Easy Chair and closing his eyes to savor the events of the gathering.
Of these, he was particularly interested in the requests from three different members.
First, a figure surrounded by lightning hopes someone can help him find a Demigod serpent that calls itself "Sea God".
Compensation will be discussed separately.
The task was accepted by a Official Member shrouded in black mist.
But it seemed no one knew the other person's true identity; at least, when Pali Beria Lorry asked the Old Gentleman next to her, the answer was "I don't know."
Secondly, a tall, imposing figure clad in full black armor sought to warn a Demigod named Amyrius Witt, reminding him not to overreach himself lest he be crushed by the tides of time, leading himself and his family to ruin.
The reward was Gold Bars worth five thousand pounds.
Soon, some people expressed their willingness to try, but there was no guarantee of success.
The third commission came from two different members.
One of them was the Client of the second commission, and the other was also tall, with a demeanor that gave people an instinctive feeling of wanting to obey.
They hope the other members will help investigate the true identity of the "Black Emperor".
There is no upper limit to the compensation.
The premise is that they can produce it.
To be honest, Pali Beria Lorry almost fell for him, but she managed to restrain herself well and remained silent with her head down.
Throughout the entire process, the middle-aged priest remained silent, sitting quietly in his seat, watching and listening quietly.
"He really doesn't care about the members' identities at all... It turns out that many things happened because they were secretly pushing things along..."
"Unexpectedly, ' Sea King ' is also a member of this organization... Did the Seven Deities tacitly approve of its existence, or were they mutually restrained and unable to take action?"
Lost in thought, Lorry suddenly burst out laughing.
He knew that in the Original Novel, this "Sea King" of the Church of Storms went to great lengths to find the "Sea God," only to have Klein steal his thunder.
If this story were to become reality, would all of this still happen?
Currently, Lorry has only roughly confirmed that the first Client is "Sea King," and has some guesses about the other two Client, but cannot determine whether they are correct.
Of course, his gains didn't stop there.
The moment Pali Beria Lorry woke up, she found the "Card of Blasphemy" beside her pillow as payment.
"Abyss" brand!
Lorry intends to leave it to Pali Beria Lorry for the time being.
With this "Abyss" card in hand, she can use its status and divine power to unleash combat power beyond that of a typical Sequence 5.
This will greatly benefit my subsequent actions.
After all, the Southern Continent is the stronghold of the "Rose School," and even the Church of the True Gods' influence here cannot be said to be absolutely dominant.
Before the main body arrives here, the stronger Pali Beria Lorry, who is in charge of investigating the mastermind behind Parliamentarian Begat, the better.
This is also why he didn't take all the wealth from the Suitcase.
Money is the key to opening doors.
With Pound in hand, many things become easier to accomplish.
For example, a real and legal identity, a Manor as a place to stay, gathering information, bribing informants, hiring adventurers, and so on.
Even if we fail, it doesn't matter.
Lorry's biggest loss was only some wealth and a clone, which was much better than going there to investigate in person and accidentally perishing in the Southern Continent.
When the topic of clones came up, he couldn't help but think of the little "Sun" from the Tarot Club.
The other party is not yet Advancement "Solar High Priest" of Sequence 7, so it's really a stretch for them to help collect the Beyonder Characteristic of the "Fire Thief".
He had been considering whether to let the other party focus on collecting the materials from before and feed them to the "Parasite" ring to create more clones as soon as possible.
Life at sea is far less interesting than people imagine.
Once the Oldest One novelty wears off, all that's left is boredom. Each time we dock, ostensibly for resupply, it's really more about rediscovering the real feeling of having our feet firmly on the ground.
At least that's what Xio Derecha thinks.
On the afternoon of December 27th, the sun was shining brightly. On the deck they had booked specifically for fishing, Hugh stood on a small Wooden Crate, his eyes focused intently.
Not far away, Lorry was lying in Easy Chair, Sun.
Albert lay there lazily, but his round eyes were fixed on the wooden tub beside his feet, his face full of anticipation.
Whoosh!
Xiu excitedly reeled in his fishing rod and tossed a large fish weighing four or five pounds into the bucket.
Albert immediately swallowed hard.
Ever since it tasted grilled fish once, it has fallen in love with the flavor; the tender fish meat is much tastier than dry dog food.
Noticing the covetous gazes, Hugh muttered irritably:
"Isn't it only cats that like to eat fish...?"
As she spoke, she looked at Lorry: "Are you just going to let Fors do whatever she wants? She suggested fishing, but then she left us behind to go back to sleep."
The problem is that she probably didn't just do something reckless; she simply forgot it was Monday... I forgot too; it's easy to lose track of time when you're at sea...
Lorry thought with a sense of shame.
One's own Pathway make one a "Marauder" who controls a portion of time...
at the same time.
An endless Gray Fog Space.
The gathering began with the usual reading time for the ancient God. The members, long accustomed to this custom, waited quietly.
"The Fool" Klein sat at the head of the Bronze Long Table, waving his hand to dissipate the materialized "Roselle's Diary," and glanced sideways at "The Magician."