Chapter: 2622
Colin Eliot nodded, indicating that he had nothing to ask.
Derrick quickly said: "Chief, when 'Light Killer' Milgongen died, I had the incomplete formula of the 'Silver Knight' potion, including auxiliary materials and promotion ceremony."
When he said these words, Derrick knew that his lies were too false and could be seen through at a glance, because he didn't even dare to open his eyes at that time.
However, he couldn't think of a better excuse.
If Mr. "The Hanged Man" is here, there must be a better way... Derrick just had such a thought in his mind, when he heard the chief speak slowly: "Very good, what is it?"
...Derrick was stunned for a second, then quickly explained the corresponding ritual and supporting materials.
"Demon Hunter" Colin listened quietly, sighed long and said: "Your contribution is very great this time, which is of vital significance to the City of Silver. From now on, our upper limit is Sequence 3, not Sequence 4, within a certain range, the risk encountered by the exploration team will be greatly reduced."
Why is the upper limit set to Sequence 3, and the risk that the exploration team encounters within a certain range will be reduced... While Derrick is happy that he can make such a contribution, he finds it difficult to understand the chief's words.
However, he knew that this should be knowledge that he was not qualified to know, and he planned to ask about it at the Tarot meeting later.
He immediately bid farewell, turned and opened the door.
"Derrick..." Colin Iliad called him suddenly.
Derrick turned his head in a little doubt, and found that the chief's expression was quite serious.
Colin was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Be careful with Lovia."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief." Derrick responded from the bottom of his heart.
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Backlund, North District.
Hazel returned to the city from the Elk Manor in a carriage, and was going to meet Miss Audrey at the Loen Charity Fund to discuss donations and help.
After getting along with her many times, she has a very good impression of this noble lady, and feels that there is no pressure around her. The strange emotions accumulated in her heart have dissipated a lot, and she has gradually recovered many forgotten memories.
"I should still have a teacher... What happened that day, every time I think about it, my whole body trembles..." Hazel cast her eyes out of the window a little melancholy.
Her carriage was passing near Berklund Street.
At this time, a man dressed as a postman rode a bicycle and passed by in front of him, his posture was quite leisurely.
Hazel took a casual look and saw a monocle worn on her right eye.
Hazel's gaze froze instantly, and she felt something in her mind was rapidly expanding, about to tear the invisible barrier and burst out.
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a ray of light rise from the depths of her heart, and exploded into countless memory fragments in her mind, roaring back and forth.
She immediately remembered what happened at home that day, remembering the actions of her father, mother, maids, and male servants putting on glasses or pressing their eye sockets. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid, as if engraved into the bone marrow inside.
The expression on Hazel's face collapsed, she huddled into a ball, trembling, the maid in the carriage was stunned, she quickly got up, stretched out her hands, trying to help her lady up.
"No!" Hazel trembled and shouted in an almost sharp voice.
The maid was startled and terrified, and froze in place for a while, not knowing how to react.
After shouting, Hazel relaxed a lot, sat up rubbing her hands, and looked forward in extreme fear, only to see that the postman wearing a monocle had already entered another street, leaving only his back. JrNovels.com
Derrick quickly said: "Chief, when 'Light Killer' Milgongen died, I had the incomplete formula of the 'Silver Knight' potion, including auxiliary materials and promotion ceremony."
When he said these words, Derrick knew that his lies were too false and could be seen through at a glance, because he didn't even dare to open his eyes at that time.
However, he couldn't think of a better excuse.
If Mr. "The Hanged Man" is here, there must be a better way... Derrick just had such a thought in his mind, when he heard the chief speak slowly: "Very good, what is it?"
...Derrick was stunned for a second, then quickly explained the corresponding ritual and supporting materials.
"Demon Hunter" Colin listened quietly, sighed long and said: "Your contribution is very great this time, which is of vital significance to the City of Silver. From now on, our upper limit is Sequence 3, not Sequence 4, within a certain range, the risk encountered by the exploration team will be greatly reduced."
Why is the upper limit set to Sequence 3, and the risk that the exploration team encounters within a certain range will be reduced... While Derrick is happy that he can make such a contribution, he finds it difficult to understand the chief's words.
However, he knew that this should be knowledge that he was not qualified to know, and he planned to ask about it at the Tarot meeting later.
He immediately bid farewell, turned and opened the door.
"Derrick..." Colin Iliad called him suddenly.
Derrick turned his head in a little doubt, and found that the chief's expression was quite serious.
Colin was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Be careful with Lovia."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief." Derrick responded from the bottom of his heart.
����
Backlund, North District.
Hazel returned to the city from the Elk Manor in a carriage, and was going to meet Miss Audrey at the Loen Charity Fund to discuss donations and help.
After getting along with her many times, she has a very good impression of this noble lady, and feels that there is no pressure around her. The strange emotions accumulated in her heart have dissipated a lot, and she has gradually recovered many forgotten memories.
"I should still have a teacher... What happened that day, every time I think about it, my whole body trembles..." Hazel cast her eyes out of the window a little melancholy.
Her carriage was passing near Berklund Street.
At this time, a man dressed as a postman rode a bicycle and passed by in front of him, his posture was quite leisurely.
Hazel took a casual look and saw a monocle worn on her right eye.
Hazel's gaze froze instantly, and she felt something in her mind was rapidly expanding, about to tear the invisible barrier and burst out.
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a ray of light rise from the depths of her heart, and exploded into countless memory fragments in her mind, roaring back and forth.
She immediately remembered what happened at home that day, remembering the actions of her father, mother, maids, and male servants putting on glasses or pressing their eye sockets. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid, as if engraved into the bone marrow inside.
The expression on Hazel's face collapsed, she huddled into a ball, trembling, the maid in the carriage was stunned, she quickly got up, stretched out her hands, trying to help her lady up.
"No!" Hazel trembled and shouted in an almost sharp voice.
The maid was startled and terrified, and froze in place for a while, not knowing how to react.
After shouting, Hazel relaxed a lot, sat up rubbing her hands, and looked forward in extreme fear, only to see that the postman wearing a monocle had already entered another street, leaving only his back. JrNovels.com
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