Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 103
After Hermes finished writing, he threw the pen in his hand aside and watched as the ink on the white paper in front of him gradually solidified and turned into a brilliant golden color.

"The little girl under 'The Fool' probably never imagined that I, whom she has been trying to track down, are actually staying next door to the headquarters of the Fool's Church..."

Hermes smiled, took out a folder and put the blank papers in the folder, just like an ordinary writer of popular novels.

This is the gap between the high-sequence and low-sequence of the audience path. It’s just that Audrey at the saint level can hardly detect Hermes, even though he is hidden next door to her, and may even pass her by on the street. , she can't see or hear.

Hermes thought of the grand theater built in Intis during the administration of his old friend Russell Gustav, which is now the landmark building of Serenzo, the capital of Intis.There are ten floors of seats in the Grand Theater. The one closest to the stage is the ninth row, and the farthest one is the zeroth row.

When Hermes first saw the theater, he felt that it was too similar to the characteristics of the audience path:
The closer you are to the stand and the lower the sequence, the easier it is for the actors on the stage to cover your sight, fall into the trap of the actors, be easily mobilized by them, and be noticed by them;

And the higher the sequence, the farther away from the stands, the wider the field of vision, and the clearer the mechanism behind the actors.At the same time, because the distance becomes farther, less attention is paid to the actor's demeanor and expression, and there will be no misjudgment of the overall situation because of the outstanding performance of a certain actor.The low sequence in the front row cannot see the high sequence in the back row, and even they themselves are part of the actors in the eyes of the audience in the back row.

And now, I'm going to find a way to get closer to the "real audience"...

Hermes narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.In the photo frame on the table, Adam's smile is still pure, neither happy nor sad.

……

"Those things seem to be sealed at the end of the sea line by something, and this seal seems to be gradually weakening."

On the Youlan Avenger, Alger and his party were standing on the deck, looking at the ominous group of tentacles wriggling in the distance but unable to break through the restraint of the sea line, and talking worriedly.

"Since Mister Fool personally sealed the things, they must not be leaked."

Alger said, "The only thing that can seal those is the gray mist on this ocean. Then, there is only one way."

The promotion ceremony of "Sea King" requires the ascendant to completely control all the states in the entire ocean, and become the real "Sea King" on this ocean.At the same time, according to the characteristics of the sea area under his control, Neptune's abilities will also be somewhat different.Neptune can mobilize the specificity of the ocean he controls to a certain extent, and get a fairly powerful boost near the ocean he controls.

He wants to become the Sea King here, and then use the gray fog unique to this ocean to block the mysterious black hole that suddenly appeared!
In the past few weeks, Alger has completed most of the arrangements required by the ceremony. Now, as long as he takes the potion and completes the last part of the ceremony surrounded by the ocean, he can become the real "Sea King".

"Then let's start while the thing is still calm. If it goes well, the promotion can be completed by this time tomorrow."

Audrey lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to Alger.

"We'll do our best to get you out of the way. Good luck."

Argel nodded, and then he raised his hand lightly, the gray sea water instantly rose tens of meters, leveling with the blue Avenger's bow.Alger stepped up the stairs made of sea water, his eyes were bright, as if they contained lightning and hurricanes.

Afterwards, his body was surrounded by sea water and sank slowly towards the bottom of the sea.A bottle of silver-white potion appeared in his hand, like frozen lightning.The surrounding light gradually disappeared, and the potion became the only light in the darkness.

After Alger was completely enveloped in darkness, he opened the cork and swallowed the silvery white lightning.And almost at the same time, the group of tentacles at the end of the sea line began to move restlessly.

……

"I didn't expect Mr. Altaïr to get married quietly."

At Statham's house, Sophie was talking to her father while helping Mr. Statham with housework.

"Yeah, I'm so happy for him."

Mr. Statham responded, splitting some moldy logs.The price of these firewood is much lower than that of anthracite due to mold, but as long as it is split and dried well, it is also a good fuel.

"It's better to say that it's a strange thing that a man like him is not liked by women."

Marisol walked past the two carrying the laundry tub, and interjected.

"Yes. In a place like the Eastern District, if he didn't think his job was dangerous and didn't want to start a family, I'm afraid his children would run away."

Mr. Statham nodded, "Honeymoon... Seriously, it's time for him to find a similar time to settle down for a while. If I had a property with a monthly income of more than 100 pounds, I'm afraid I wouldn't be interested in it long ago. No thought of any adventure."

"Some people are born destined to throw themselves into adventure, which we cannot understand."

Marisol smiled slightly, and continued to rub the clothes in the tub.

"Indeed. But I also have possessions that are more valuable than an estate that earns a hundred pounds a month."

Mr. Statham looked at Sophie and Marisol softly, "Go to bed early after finishing your work, you have to start work tomorrow."

"To be honest, I have been a textile worker for so many years, and this is the first time I have had a weekend break, and I am still a little uncomfortable."

Marisol complained half-truthfully, "I feel like a tight coil that might snap if I loosen it."

"Perhaps you should get used to this kind of adjustment. After all, our country is still getting better step by step... At least, that's what the newspaper said."

After making a humorous but poignant suggestion, Mr. Statham did not continue, but walked behind Marisol and rubbed her shoulders.

"If we could get bread and shelter just by reading the newspaper, our lives would indeed be better."

Marisol sighed softly, not sure if it was because of the current situation or Mr. Statham's massage.

"I hope life will really get better in the New Year." Sophie said maturely, looking at the flickering gas lamp outside the window.

"Then make a sincere wish, the gods will hear the prayers of a good boy like you." Mr. Statham pampered Sophie's head, "But before that, you should go to bed."

(End of this chapter)