Ruslia signed a confidentiality contract happily.

Rosen did not deliberately make people feel like he was so angry that he directly told the bud. Opuria was a little dissatisfied at first, and it was not until he realized the classification of the mysterious thing that he was speechless.

After a series of shock and spiritual struggles, Opuria's emotions finally calmed down.

"...I suddenly regret signing this contract." Opuria rubbed her temples that had begun to swell. Even if he had no prediction now, he could sense an endless malice that enveloped him.

"When you know what is going on, you will have no chance to regret it." Luo Sen said lightly.

"I understand." Opuria sighed deeply, and slowly faced the reality from the helpless beginning: "What does the lord of the city want me to do?"

"You should know, I want to know more about the budding."

Opuria nodded: "Okay, I'll try it."

After saying that, Opuria slowly walked to the center of the hall, with a serious expression, muttering words in her mouth, and seemed to be reciting some secret mantra. However, if you listen carefully, you will find that Opuria's soft whispers were all like "Why can't I think it out and signed a confidentiality contract?", "I know that the more I know, the more dangerous it is, but I am still surviving and rushing on this road. I regret it!"...

In addition to these regretful words, there are also some inexplicable complaints mixed in between.

For example: "Why is the floor half stone and half metal today? Are you decorating it?", "Is this the decorative style of a striped horse? When did the aesthetic of the city lord become so strange?", "The metal floor in the past was clearly visible to the bottom of a skirt. How good is it, why change it randomly?"

Angel was speechless when he heard this. Instead, Rosen on the opposite side and Antonio who was projected from the communicator looked calm. He seemed to be accustomed to the rhymes of Russia.

Antonio even told Angel considerately: "Ropulia is not the case in normal times, but when he is nervous, he likes to talk nonsense."

After the "nervous" Opuria walked to the center of the hall, she let out a deep breath, and then raised the wooden stick in her hand high.

At this time, his chanting finally stopped.

I saw that his aura suddenly changed, and a mysterious aura began to scatter from the top of the wooden stick in his hand.

Under this breath, Opuria is like a prophet who came out of the eternal era, standing on the desolate cliff of time, thinking about the direction of the future.

As Opuria's aura became stronger and stronger, the entire metal hall seemed to have become a chaotic universe.

Opuria stands at the center of the universe, surrounded by brilliant stars.

When the breath reached its highest point, Opuria held a wooden stick heavily on the ground. With a "bang", a large number of waves of ripples began to diffraction outwards.

At the same time, stars began to fall, and the universe returned to darkness and chaos. The entire hall suddenly became pitch black, and in this boundless darkness, a rustling sound suddenly appeared.

From small to grand.

It's like a rushing river, surging in the dark and rushing towards the unknown distance.

Although Angel couldn't see it, he knew that this might be the concrete image of the long river of destiny. There is no doubt that what Russia believes in is the long river of destiny among the three major divisions of the prophecy system.

This rustling sound lasted for a long time. Finally, in a sigh that came from someone's mouth, the darkness was all gone and the light came back.

After immersing in the mysterious afterglow for a long time, Opuria finally raised her head.

"What did you see?" Rosen asked.

Opuria shook her head gently, with a helpless smile on her face: "I saw nothing."

"I didn't see anything? What's going on?"

Opuria placed the wooden stick on her legs and sat down cross-legged: "I went directly to find clues about the budding, no; I narrowed my scope and wanted to find information about the budding believers, but my fate still did not provide guidance; I narrowed my size again and placed my exploration area in the southern region, and my destiny was still indifferent."

"Then, I used a special method to find nodes with clues in the loop of fate. Unfortunately, I still found nothing."

Opuria almost used up all the methods he could think of, including the clumsy future exhaustive method in prophecy, without exploring even a little information.

"As long as the content related to the germination is covered by a thick layer of unresolved black fog, it cannot be seen clearly, and..." Opuria paused, with a solemn expression: "And, as long as I explored into the fog, I would fall into a strange state of madness. If this state of madness continues for a few more seconds, I feel that my mental power will be polluted by some irreversible."

This is the first time that Rupuria has encountered such a strange situation in prophecy.

This direct spiritual pollution is like a will that exists in the dark, preventing everyone from exploring the secret of the budding.

After listening to Opuria's words, Rosen's face became heavier.

He actually thought at the beginning whether the prophecy would not work. Because he knew very well that mysterious objects were very special, and any exploration-like magic that acted on mysterious objects may fail, and even the naked eye, light, and energy would be shifted by the mysterious objects.

Almost every mysterious thing will deviate, weaken or even ignore the rules.

Prophecy is no exception.

However, Rosen thought that as long as the budding essence was not involved and simply searching for budding believers, there should be no situation, but things would go against their wishes. All the people and things related to budding were covered up.

"This terrifying effect is worthy of being an unsolvable out-of-control object." Antonio whispered.

Angel nodded, and now he understood why someone would believe in the budding god. As long as he believed in it, he could be concealed by the mysterious force field of disorder, just like a kind of "protection" given by God, which does have some religious flavor.

When things came to this point, it seemed that it was in a deadlock. The budding believers could not be found, let alone wiped out or expelled them.

what to do?

While everyone was thinking about a solution, Opulia used a "lucky choice technique", a technique evolved from "good luck two-choice one", and belonged to the Inquiry Bell School. Opulia wanted to change the method, not directly searching for answers, but looking for solutions to the problem from the surface

How to solve mental troubles?

However, after using it, Opuria did not feel any throbbing in her mind. It was probably because of the lucky choice.

Opuria shook her head, but was not too disappointed. Anyway, he just tried it casually and didn't really think he could get feedback.

However, just when he was at a loss, a breeze blew in from the open window.

The breeze blew into the hall without attracting everyone's attention. It caught the attention of Angel and Rosen until it scraped up a piece of rind paper on the edge of the laboratory bench.

The velvet paper floated in the air, and you could clearly see a simple symbol on the velvet paper.

Top "ya" and down "one".

When I saw this pattern drawn with beautiful brushstrokes, what did Angel and Rosen think of almost the same time
Chapter completed!