Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker.

Chapter 197 Cruelty

"It's truly marvelous, Viscount Greylint." After hearing Greylint's words, Prince Edessac's expression suddenly fell. "But think about it. Given your current state, it's not appropriate for you to say this in front of me."

He had just been transferred to an unknown manor in the southern continent, and now he didn't even know if there were any enemies around him.

"If this were the real world, you should be sitting across from me right now." Gray Lint said in a heavy tone: "The moment I came in, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten a lot of things. I felt like It’s like I was blinded inside, and I forgot what I wanted to do.”

"To be honest, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't even have remembered the fact that I had forgotten my memory."

"...So serious?" Edsac was surprised.

"...Tsk, anyway, we're in big trouble now." Triss tentatively pressed the ring with the transparent cube on her finger. "High-dimensional space, can we request a team transfer?"

"——Based on the position of the team members, there is currently no transfer authority."

After receiving a mechanical and cold answer, Triss lengthened her voice and made a "tsk" sound. She looked at the two team members beside her with some irritation:

"Look, we're in big trouble."

"This is quite wrong. According to our current sequence, Captain Triss completed many tasks before a change occurred here, and now she has the authority of the fifth level." Greylint touched his chin and analyzed rigorously.

Now Triss is already a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain. Due to completing many tasks, her "Dimension Walker" level has been raised by one level, equal to her own sequence.

(Note: For details on the classification of Dimension Walkers, please refer to Chapter 59 of Volume , "Dimension Walkers.")

Their team's authority was calculated based on the highest member of the team. After receiving the reply that there was no transfer authority, the three of them immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The fifth-level authority can already allow them to move away from a single demigod, and now this situation proves that the enemies hidden around Gray Lint and Edsac may be even more powerful than demigods. powerful.

"Perhaps, we can try memory sealing?" Edsac thought for a moment and made a suggestion to the two of them. After Edsac, a member of the royal family, regained his destiny, his previous memories became clearer. He made some changes and tried to see if he could use this method to avoid the horrific encounters he might encounter next. .

Judging from Gray Linte's words, the memory of the two of them may have been manipulated now. And that they can come here means that the great being who gave them strength is stronger than the enemy that caused their current predicament.

Seal the memory and make yourself forget things about this place. This may help them get out of their current predicament.

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Fors strolled along the somewhat dilapidated streets of the southern continent. She was carrying a suitcase she had just bought from a second-hand store, with one hand resting casually on the left side of her body. She appeared relaxed, but in reality, she was quite tense, clearly on guard against the enemies around her.

It can be seen that Forsi, who has just arrived, is still a little nervous.

Dilapidated, decayed, backward... This place is similar to the Eastern District of Loen Kingdom, but it is more primitive and cruel.

As a bestselling author, Fors's instincts allowed him to discover that the bloody events here were brought nakedly into reality, unlike the Kingdom of Loen which hid these things.

Hidden in the East End of Backlund, hidden in the blood of the poor.

It's hard to say which of the two is more brutal.

"Well, the teacher asked me to find out about the Rose School of Thought in the Southern Continent. How should I find out?" Forsi murmured to himself, "It would be great if Hugh was here. I don't have any experience in this kind of thing. ah."

After a moment of annoyance, Forsi regained his energy, hesitated slightly, and walked towards the place where the buildings were still intact.

Fors was currently located near the Pass River Valley, in the former Pass Kingdom of West Balam. Based on her experience during her time in the Loen Kingdom, the tavern was the best place to get information.

It's just that Forsi doesn't know that the current Southern Continent is different from the past. There is not only potentially useful information in the tavern, but also considerable danger.

After pushing open the door, which looked a bit shabby compared to Backlund's tavern, the scene that greeted Forsi's eyes was not much different from other places. There are drunkards here who are no different from those in Backlund's tavern, and the whole environment is full of indulgence and crime.

She sat at the bar in the tavern, imitating the movements she had made when she came to the tavern before, gently tapping the table with the joints of her index and middle fingers, and speaking in the tone of an adventurer she had seen in the adventures she had watched, a little awkwardly:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"No." The bartender behind the stage sneered. His face had a strong Southern Continent look: "If you want to drink those imported wines, you can go to the tavern opened by the Loen people - the little girl from the Northern Continent."

“I only have local beers here.”

Hearing the obviously hostile words in the bartender's words, the drunks around him burst into laughter, and some of the obviously drunk people from the South Continent even uttered some obscene words.

Is it my bloodline that makes these people hostile to me? That's not the case... Fors touched his chin.

"Beer brewed by locals, that's fine too. Get me a glass." Forsi frowned slightly as he looked at a few men who were obviously approaching him furtively. She turned around and looked at the bartender in front of her:

"——Actually, I am an astrologer who plans to come here to make a living. I have heard before that the Southern Continent is the birthplace of astrology, and I plan to come here to learn."

Following the example of his teacher, Forsi casually found a seemingly absurd reason and smiled at the bartender who came over to the bar after drinking a glass of beer.

After seeing the expressions of the people around her, she knew that it wouldn't work if she followed Backlund's method. There is a high probability that there are no police organizations here, and even if there are, these organizations are probably in cahoots with the local gangs.

"Your beer."

The bartender looked at the soft-looking, delicate-featured Northern Continent woman in front of him with interest, and it was obvious that he didn't take her words to heart.

Every day, people who come to the pub can find dozens of people who claim to have special abilities, but how many people actually have such characteristics? At first, the bartender was still frightened, but after hearing these words many times, the bartender would not easily believe those who said them.

With the current situation in the Southern Continent, those who say these things are either stupid or lack common sense.

After all, many so-called "people with special abilities" who revealed their identities had died quietly in some dark corner. The bartender obviously didn't think that the person from the Northern Continent before him had the same special abilities as those "adults".

"Then can you take a look at my current fortune?" The bartender moved his joints slightly to relieve the pain caused by standing here for a long time. Forsi smiled slightly and gently covered the mouth of the glass of beer with his slender white fingers.

"In fact, everything around us can be used as astrology. In my opinion, even this glass of wine corresponds to the stars." The corners of her eyes were slightly curved, and she sounded slightly like the tone of the murderer in "Storm Hill House" she wrote. Mysteriously said:

"For example, look..."

She glanced at the men who were sneaking towards her with her blue eyes. When the bartender curiously approached the glass of inferior beer, she quietly performed a "slip spell" at his feet.

Just now, her spiritual intuition had been warning herself, telling Forsi that there might be something not good in this glass of wine.

As an astrologer, Fors actually had no direct combat ability. At best, she only knew some relatively strange and fancy but low-power spells, but sometimes these spells could work wonders.

For example, now.

When it comes to playing tricks, the extraordinary people among the three paths in the mysterious field are more powerful.

The bartender felt his feet slip, and immediately lost his balance, and his whole face slammed into the table.

Fors picked up the wine glass and wanted to smash it into the face of the bartender with ill intentions. However, after thinking about her own strength not being enhanced by the potion and the possibility of not being able to smash the glass, Fors decided to try another approach.

Her hand holding the wine glass paused in the air, and she slowly turned the glass, letting the wine inside splash all over the bartender.

"I told you, I'm an astrologer. I still have some skills, so - what did you put in my cup?"

She casually threw the cup to the ground to hide the natural trembling of her legs. This was her first time doing something like this, and Fors still felt a little guilty.

Forsi then turned around and smiled, pretending to casually look around to see if anyone had any strange expressions. He half-turned around and took out a bottle of highly distilled liquor from the table beside him, then dropped the bottle on the ground. Smash it, rub it with the fingers of your right hand, and release the "Incineration" spell of the "Master of Magic".

You know, even if Forsi's spell itself is low in power and not very powerful, the ability to incinerate it can easily burn items to ashes, and with the aid of alcohol, the power will naturally become greater. .

Even the flame of mysticism, when it becomes material, must obey the laws of the material world.

Forsi allowed his body to become insubstantial while leaning towards the back of the bar. Under the influence of the chaos she had just created, Forsi easily escaped from the people who were watching her.

After hiding away, Fors let out a long sigh.

"...The bar here is really dangerous, much more dangerous than the one in Backlund." Fors sighed silently. She looked around, trying to find the passage to the outside.

But then, her pupils contracted violently, as if she had seen something that stunned her.

"No way..." Fors looked at the scene before her and couldn't help but say:

"Is this the Southern Continent?"

What was reflected in front of her was a rather dim room. Through the door of the room, she could even see a group of bound figures.

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Amon the Crow flapped his wings and flew onto a servant in the manor. He wanted to directly use his usual plague-like parasitism, but eventually gave up the idea and decided to do as his brother said.

The servant raised his lips slightly, took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye. With a twist of his wrist, He stole their memories from the minds of the three people sitting on the sofa chatting happily.

Just now, Amon had been taken out by Adam, and a scene of mutual testing unfolded, one of fatherly love and filial piety, brotherly friendship and respect. After the two men had negotiated, they had reached a preliminary agreement on a new cooperation in the Fifth Epoch.

Out of caution, Amon habitually stole the memories of several people to observe whether something happened when He was not here that He and Adam could not grasp.

After all, when Edsac suddenly appeared here, these two people knew that the authority of the outer gods might be related to fate and space. According to Amon's own experience, the authority only involving fate cannot cause such an exaggeration. The effect.

Even though Edessak in front of them had nothing to do with the Outer Gods, Amon and Adam still had to consider whether the Outer Gods had any tricks up their sleeves for him.

As a "blasphemer", Amon himself often stole the fate of ordinary people and extraordinary people. But in any case, people who lose their destiny in the end become forgotten people, and after they lose their destiny, they will not be suddenly taken from one place to another by destiny because of the return of their destiny.

However, Amon was disappointed that he did not receive any further information. The memories of these people seemed as normal as ever. Aside from Edessak's previous experience escaping from the Kingdom of Loen with Triss, there was nothing unusual.

"...Adam, I'm afraid the problem is on your end. King George III may have reached some agreement with an Outer God that you're not even aware of."

"I don't see anything wrong here."

Amon received no reply, but He knew that Adam must have heard His voice.

He looked at the sky, a smile forming on the corner of his mouth.

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"...Teacher?" Sharon couldn't help blurting out as she looked at the spirit body that suddenly appeared in front of her. The two high-ranking Extraordinaries of the "Prisoner" pathway looked at each other, leaving Sharon unsure of what to say.

After a while, the two sat on the boat and began their first exchange since being hunted.

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Chapter 198 The Cold-Blooded One (Part )

What appeared in front of Forsi's eyes were several people who were tightly bound by ropes. Most of these people had traces of people from the Northern Continent, but there was also a woman who clearly looked like the Southern Continent.

What's this? Human trafficking? Forsi was stunned for a moment. She looked at the iron door in front of her and couldn't help but feel a chill running up her spine.

Although there were only four people tied up here, there were more than just one iron door. Behind the bar, there was a wide space hidden among these low-rise buildings. This made Fors wonder how many people were hidden here.

No... As inspiration issued a warning in his mind, Forsi opened the door and stepped into the iron door in two or three steps. She looked at the direction of the door and stood on the side that opened the door inwards.

Although her appearance surprised the people tied up on the ground, their mouths were gagged and their limbs were tied up, making them unable to make any sound or move, so the fact that Fors was hiding there was not exposed.

Soon, the sound of "ta-da" footsteps sounded. Forsi held his breath and pressed against the inside of the wall to ensure that he would not be discovered.

"Are there enough people in this group?" A cold male voice sounded. The tone was quite cold, as if there was no emotion at all.