The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Bill frowned as he looked at Kennedy in the portrait in his hand: "I should have seen him..."

Sean became a little nervous, the spiritual essence spread out, and he was on guard to see if it would trigger the magic spell to erase memory again.

However, nothing unusual happened.

"I remember whether he was doing fundraising or some kind of immigration propaganda..." Bill frowned, "But there were too many people who came to me that day, and I didn't talk to him."

"Fundraising? Immigrant propaganda?" Sean's heart turned sharply, "Is he preparing for the ideal country? Under the rule of the Holy Court, he dares to act so blatantly? Is he full of confidence in his own strength and escape ability? ?"

Bill picked up an envelope from the table and put the portrait in it: "I will arrange for my people to conduct a secret investigation of Kennedy as soon as possible, and once you have settled the matter on Thirteenth Avenue, I will let me know once the investigation progresses. Yours."

Saying goodbye to Sean and Moonlight, Bill tidyed up his appearance and went to receive the guests in full spirits.

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, the two of Sean quietly left Bill's mansion through the back door.

The two took off their masks when no one was there, and stopped a taxi on the side of the road on Long Island. Sean asked Moonlight to go first. Before getting in the car, Moonlight said, "Winnie wants me to ask you to come to my house for dinner on Wednesday."

Sean was a little surprised: "In what capacity? Reporter friend or explorer teammate?"

Moonlight got into the car: "Winnie is smarter than me, I can't hide anything from her, so I just tell her everything - she knows we are dead partners."

Sean smiled: "Okay, 'dead partner', then Wednesday."

Looking at the taxi carrying the moonlight driving away, the lights on the bridge on the side of Long Island Bay are like a line of stars.

Feeling a little relieved and a little complicated, Sean let out a sigh of relief in the night wind.

Back home, and passing by the room where the "mist of grief" had been injected into the male host before, Sean extended the spiritual essence into it casually.

The man who used to be an alcoholic and domestic abuser is now sitting on the sofa obediently, holding his head in one hand, and his spiritual body is filled with a low mood. A small part was digested.

"The impact on people is much greater than expected..." Sean stepped up the stairs, estimating a reasonable dose of Mist of Mourning for people...

Sean went to the Quest Center alone. After paying the deposit, he issued a blue paper personal recruitment order in the task hall on the tenth floor. The recruitment order stated the task situation. In order to improve the success rate of recruitment, Xiao En's recruiting requirements are Queen level or below explorers.

"It's difficult for a Jack-level recruiter to recruit a Queen-level, and it's not bad if you can find a suitable Jack-level."

After the recruitment order was issued, Sean came to the "Exploration Material Supply Company" on the fifth floor of the building and decided to commission a batch of esoteric bullets and upgrade the sacred dagger.

"Randy's Armory" is a division of the supply company, and the locked windows here display a lot of munitions, from the Thompson submachine gun used by Carlos to the compact and reliable carbines.

The temperature here is obviously high. After Sean proposed to make a small-caliber esoteric bullet, the blacksmith took out a special crystal like a small ice brick from the cabinet, and Sean took it with some hesitation.

The blacksmith was a woman wearing goggles, with strong arms and dark skin. Looking at Sean's unfamiliar appearance, he pointed to the "little ice brick" impatiently: "Pour the spiritual essence into it."

Sean suddenly thought of something: "Can spiritual substances with special properties be forged into bullets? Can bullets maintain their properties?"

"Okay." The female blacksmith didn't expect a Jack-level to ask such a question, so she gave Sean a sideways look: "I have to pay more."

"Essential bullets with vicious characteristics have the bonus of pain and vicious infection to the target!" Sean's eyes lit up, and he asked for two crystals - one infused with pure elixir, and one with rust. Essences with "vicious" properties.

As for "Elixir Mist" and "Mist of Sorrow", the current concentration of spiritual substances is too low, making it as big as a warhead can't do much, so Sean didn't infuse it.

The blacksmith raised his goggles, and his brown eyes unexpectedly received two crystals: she did not expect that Sean would be able to convert the rare attribute of "vicious".

"Six ordinary esoteric bullets, six vicious esoteric bullets, please."

"Okay, I can pick it up tomorrow." The blacksmith's attitude was obviously better.

When paying, Sean felt a little pain: "It costs 2 New Zealand dollars to make an ordinary esoteric bullet, and an extra 1 yuan for special attributes..." Thinking of the "thug" Carlos who poured 100 rounds of esoteric bullets with a drum ... He seemed to see that what popped out of the magazine of the Thompson submachine gun in Carlos' hand was not a shell, but a smashed New Zealand dollar...

"Although you spend more money, you make more money." Sean thought, "No wonder this business is so dangerous, and so many people still devote themselves to it..."

The "Ritual Weapons Forge" is another large department on the same floor. On Sean's sacred dagger, although the patterns are complicated, only the most basic "sacred" patterns are engraved.

According to different needs, Sean can also add different holy patterns on the dagger. He looked at the cold weapons with different patterns on display in the window:

"Lesser's holy pattern can make cold weapons have a certain electric shock paralysis effect, and have a hysteresis effect on organisms."

"The scalding holy pattern can cause physical high temperature, which is suitable for a variety of scenarios..."

"The middle-level sacred pattern has a stronger exorcism effect."

"Sacred Emblem, when attacking a spiritual target, it can weakly absorb spiritual power."

"Conducting holy patterns can directly reflect different spiritual properties..."

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Thinking that his spiritual essence already has several different characteristics, Sean originally planned to inscribe the transmission holy pattern, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong: "The attack range of the vicious blade is much longer than that of the dagger, and the other two characteristics are transmitted to the dagger. It's useless..."

After thinking about it, Sean chose the most expensive holy pattern: "Spiritual power is the key. Although the effect of the primary holy pattern on absorbing spiritual power is relatively weak, it may be able to play a role at critical moments. And after that, choose If you use the Holy Spirit Rune, the effect will be very impressive..."

Seeing the cost of 500 New Zealand dollars for the inscription of the mid-level Naling Sacred Pattern, and not knowing when it will be realized, Sean smiled wryly: "I'm really an optimist."

After paying the NZ$80 fee for the entry-level Naling Sacred Mark, Sean still had NZ$100 and some change left: "Basically, I spent all the income from the last mission..."

"I still hope to have more money on hand~www.NovelMTL.com~ to meet emergencies..." Sean felt a little dry. However, for the task with an uncertain future, I feel a little more at ease.

"Still find a way to earn some extra money..." Thinking like this, Sean, who had just finished spending, decided to go somewhere.

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An hour later, Sean came to the Daily News again.

When he walked into the editor-in-chief, Edward Smith, who saw Sean, suddenly stood up: "Sean, I thought you would not come!"

Without waiting for Sean to respond, he said quickly, "I'm really sorry, the people from the Divine Court Bureau of Investigation found me because of the report involving Bishop Howard..." Edward, who has always been resolute, seemed a little embarrassed at the moment. Uneasy, stubby fingers rubbed, "I didn't mean to be held accountable, so I said your name."

Sean waved his hand: "It doesn't matter - we must cooperate with the investigation."

The entanglement on Edward's face dissipated a lot. He was worried that Sean would no longer cooperate with "Daily News". Finding that Sean understood it better, the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After exchanging the questions and attitudes of the Imperial Court Investigation Bureau, Edward's frowning brows were also untied, and he opened his hands, looking particularly excited: "What did I say? It was exactly as we expected - the public opinion itself. It has the power to protect us!"

Sean smiled and shook his head: "Don't be too optimistic - in the face of powerful institutions, public opinion may also fail. Specific issues need to be analyzed in detail."

Sean sat on the swivel chair opposite him and said directly: "Actually, I have some inside information...

"It's about the last terrorist incident in Levin..."