Firefly Journey

A few days before the banquet began, Lin Yuanran decided to leave the Brown family villa first, because even at night, guild members patrolled around the villa, making it impossible for him to practice the Oracle.

Although extraordinary individuals are not uncommon, Lin Yuanran felt it would be better to conserve their strength for now, so that if Mr. Harry were indeed attacked on the day of the banquet, they could launch a surprise attack. Besides, no one knew if there was a traitor within the Brown family, so keeping a backup plan would be beneficial in every way.

The guild agreed with Lin Yuanran's idea and tacitly allowed him to act freely, as extraordinary individuals always have certain privileges.

In addition, the guild also promised Mr. Harry that on the day of Marquis Knox's banquet, they would send a powerful superhuman to secretly protect him. As for who it was, they did not say. It is estimated that they had the same consideration as Lin Yuanran in providing covert protection.

Feeling confident that he had mastered both the Fireball and Great Flame Dragon spells, Lin Yuanran wrote his first letter to Cassius Bello since their separation.

The letter was simple and direct. It first expressed the student's sincere greetings to the teacher, and then asked for a new divine oracle. Lin Yuanran felt that he had completely established himself on the steps of the Awakened One and wanted to climb higher.

By mastering more divine pronouncements, one can mobilize more magical power. Naturally, as these accumulate, they will become the opportunity for his magnificent transformation.

Cassius Bello ruthlessly rejected this request, reasoning that while being tall might allow one to see far, it also meant having an unstable foundation and not being able to jump quickly enough; one should first solidify one's footing.

These words made Lin Yuanran think deeply. What the teacher meant was that he should not be too hasty and should continue to lay a solid foundation.

The more Lin Yuanran thought about it, the more sense it made, and he calmed down, deciding to do as Cassius said. Of course, he didn't have much choice if he wasn't calm; was he supposed to just rob someone?

Back at the ghost hotel, Lin Yuanran, who had spent several days at the Brown family villa, felt instantly out of place; the environment was nothing like what he had been there.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality; this is human nature.

But given Lin Yuanran's current financial situation, there's no way he can stay here. He can only hope that he can work hard in the future and try to get a better environment. Well, he'll get through this. If he remembers correctly, there are dormitories in St. Louis...

There's no way a superhuman could exist in an old apartment in a slum, which is why Lin Yuanran insisted on coming back—he could practice divine divination with the door closed.

If you practice behind closed doors at Brown's house, who knows what might happen.

Even so, he only dared to cast the most basic fireball spell, not daring to make too much noise.

In the dead of night, all was silent. The streets of Pafetti reeked of a foul stench, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a fiery red shadow—that of a homeless person.

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A studio apartment building in the Champs-Élysées district.

With a whoosh, the wind blew open the curtains, proving that the window was not closed at all.

The room's owner drew back the curtains, and a ray of moonlight shone in uninvited, completely exposing his face.

The wind wasn't naturally occurring. There was a person outside the window wearing a magic hat that circus magicians often wear, and a black mask covering his face, only his nose and eyes, leaving his mouth exposed.

"Good evening, Your Excellency," said the masked man floating outside the window.

"Stop making fun of me," said Simpson Budd, a low-ranking councilman, exasperated. "Tell me what's going on this time."

In Yicheng, there has always been a legend of a hero: a masked knight-errant who hunts down villains who have committed heinous crimes in the darkness, punishing evil and promoting good.

This is not a fictional story, but a real event. It is said that many residents in various parts of Yicheng have seen him.

With his appearance, there would inevitably be some corpses. Initially, the police judged him to be a serial killer.

Later, after investigation, it was discovered that he had killed people with more or less tainted backgrounds. Among the corpses were many high-ranking officials of the principality, and even superhumans from the Holy See.

Some crimes are beyond the reach of the law, because in a sense, they are the law itself. And that's when the "Black Knight" steps in and sends them to their graves.

The next day, all the newspapers in Yicheng surprisingly reached a consensus and competed to report on the deeds of the "Black Knight." The newspapers sold extremely well and were often sold out as soon as they were released.

Does his appearance here at this time indicate that someone else is about to be purged?

"Who is the target this time?" Simpson asked, despite his young age, as he had a few strands of white hair.

The Black Knight said, "I recently uncovered the truth behind a case and will send the mastermind behind it to eternal faith and light."

Simpson was startled and turned pale. "You wrote the threatening letter?"

The Black Knight shook his head in the moonlight: "No, I found out the truth by tracing the source of the threatening letters."

"That's good." Simpson patted his chest in relief. "I thought..."

"You think I'm the kind of person who doesn't distinguish right from wrong?" The Black Knight smirked. "You should know me. I'm here to give you a bonus. A major case has been solved, enough to get you promoted."

In the power struggles of the principality, there are dozens, even hundreds, of lower-ranking members of parliament like Simpson Budd. They only have the right to make suggestions, but cannot change the decisions of the parliament.

If you climb a little higher, your voice will be louder and your words will carry more weight.

I doubt he would refuse.

Sure enough, Simpson said, "Of course I agree, thank you then, old friend."

You're welcome. Remember to be there on time.

"This is natural."

call--

Another gust of night wind blew by, and the black figure blended into the night.

Simpson Budd wanted to go to sleep, but he wasn't sleepy at all, so he opened a drawer, took out paper and pen, and started writing and drawing on the blank lines, jotting down some notes.

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Great Chu, at the summit of Yunlu Mountain.

There is no moon tonight, only the starlight shines.

With a fierce aura, Orlando, carrying "Black Fang" and "Red Moon" on his waist, finally reached the summit.

"They've arrived? A day earlier than I expected."

Orlando coldly replied, "The land of Chu is beautiful, but it cannot catch my eye."

"So what is it in your eyes?"

The speaker wore a blue robe, which was torn in many places, and had his back to the stars in the sky.

"you."

"I?"

"Yes, only by defeating you head-on will I be more than just the half of three and a half."

The man in blue said, "Then you should proceed step by step. First, go to the Northern Kingdom to spar with that barbarian, then choose the deputy master of Guangyao City, and finally it will be my turn."

Orlando said, "They're not as strong as you. Wouldn't it be better for me to come directly to you?"

"Huh?" The man in blue was taken aback; it seemed to make sense.

"No rush. When you first arrived in Chu, didn't I have someone tell you to take a trip around Chu first before coming to find me?"

"Finished."

"Have you ever been to Jiangnan? It's the rainy season now, and boating on the lake is a great way to relax and rejuvenate."

"I've been there, but I didn't like it."

"What about the South China Sea? The bamboo shoots there are the freshest, it's a pity we can't get them in Danyang."

"I've been there, and the food wasn't good."

"Alright, what do you think of Danyang? Thousands of palaces and halls, green tiles and blue bricks, and the uniquely beautiful Yunlu Mountain." As he spoke, the man in blue pointed into the distance, "Look, that's Guanyuntai, the place where the twenty-four emperors of our Great Chu offered sacrifices to Heaven, and also the place where troops were mobilized."

"I'm here, but I don't have time to go."

The Great Chu Sword Saint suddenly turned cold: "You should have gone to see him first, instead of coming to me."

Is there any difference?

"Of course there is. Great Chu is the Great Chu of the Chu people, not the Great Chu of the emperor, much less the Great Chu of the sword saint."

Upon hearing this, sword energy suddenly clashed atop Yunlu Mountain near Danyang, rushing towards Orlando.

As a follower of the God of War, Orlando felt the pressure and the gap between their levels at this moment.

After a few muffled thuds, Black Fang and Red Moon were both drawn from their sheaths.

Upon closer inspection, Black Fang had broken off a section, leaving only the hilt and half of the blade.

The Green-Clad Sword Saint was unharmed.

In his hand, two fingers held half of the sword blade.

Then he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole.

Orlando sheathed his twin swords, took a step, and knelt down in front of him. The Cloud-Viewing Platform was right in front of him, and he seemed to be on a pilgrimage.

He was certainly not doing this voluntarily, but under the oppressive force of the overwhelming sword energy, he couldn't even lift his head!

Chen Qingchen, the Great Chu Sword Saint, let out a burp, his tone leisurely:

"The Great Chu is a good place. You'd better travel around. Once my sword is forged, you can go or stay as you please."

After a while, Orlando stood up and began to slowly descend the mountain. He dared not leave the borders of the Great Chu Kingdom and decided to go to Jiangnan to take another look.

It's the rainy season there, and there are lakes and mountains.