Our family is in decline

Lance was not discussing with those extraordinary people when he met them, but notifying them.

Hamlet's rules can only be followed. If you can't accept them, you can leave directly, otherwise no one can escape if something goes wrong.

Of course, Lance also agreed to open an official extraordinary market, which does not need to be hidden like Rat Street.

There is also an open library, but only basic knowledge can be accessed. It's not that there is no more, but some things are not suitable for large-scale dissemination. Many extraordinary rituals are very bad. If they are spread out, the trouble will be very big.

If you want to access more complex knowledge, you can pass the assessment to join Hamlet, or you can exchange your own things. No one will cherish free things.

In fact, to put it simply, Lance has established a new communication platform between extraordinary people, and at the same time, it will carry out a certain degree of supervision to end the chaos by rebuilding order.

And recruit those extraordinary people to work for Hamlet, and of course, open more resources to them.

Lance did not explain it to them one by one. Anyway, someone will tell them the detailed regulations later. In the end, he only emphasized to warn those guys.

"I know what you are thinking. You regard Hamlet as a shelter. When you commit crimes outside, you run back to avoid the church. But I want to tell you that Hamlet does not welcome scums that endanger society. Whether it is hunting extraordinary people or ordinary people, any evil will be brought to justice!"

What is an extraordinary person?

Lance knows it too well, because he relies on killing people and sacrificing them to plunder spirituality and refine enemies into skills and equipment to get to where he is today.

But someone is not willing to end it like this, and a sentence suddenly popped up on the field.

"So many restrictions are just opening up some basic knowledge. We need more compensation!"

Lance looked up. The man who spoke was probably in his forties or fifties. His breath was chaotic and unstable, and his face was anxious at this time. It was obvious that he was hurt by the words just now. He probably killed extraordinary people or ordinary people.

When you come into contact with extraordinary power, your mentality will change. Although they are suppressed like mice by the church, they still think they are superior.

I am crazy, thinking that I am a genius. The reason why I am like this now is because I am suppressed. The world owes me. If I give myself a chance, I can soar into the sky.

I can only say that self-confidence is good, but from the youth to the middle-aged, if it is a few years later, it may be the old age. If he is really a genius, how can he not even be a master?

Now he has lived for most of his life and can barely be considered an elite. Although I don’t know where he came from, I can be sure that he is a pure waste, which is also the portrayal of most casual extraordinary people.

Lance understands that if he jumps out at this time, he will not fight for this opportunity, and his life will be like this, so he must fight, but it does not mean that he will give in.

"Compensation? Hamlet doesn't owe you anything. If you don't accept it, you can leave. I didn't force you to do anything."

His eyes were withdrawn from the man, and suddenly he said something inexplicable.

"Let me be frank. I understand that many people pursue it for their whole lives. After all, supernatural powers do have fascinating charm.

But everyone knows that this thing depends on talent. If you don't have this talent, you might as well return to life and don't have those unrealistic fantasies."

When he said this, the other supernaturals understood that Lance was complaining about the guy who showed his head. For a moment, their eyes gathered together, and everyone whispered with ridicule.

How could that man bear this? It was completely poking him in the vitals.

But he didn't even have the courage to turn his face and shout "three years". His expression changed several times, and in the end he could only become a joke.

They didn't leave at all, which was enough to show that they didn't dare to give up the conditions given by Lance, but Lance waved his hand at this time.

"Leave Hamlet."

Seeing that he was still standing, with a face full of unconvinced and sinister look, Lance's originally calm tone suddenly became irritable, raised his hand and pointed, and shouted fiercely.

"Get out of here right now!"

Lance released his aura and turned it into a powerful pressure, sweeping away. Everyone present turned pale, and the pressure was instantly overwhelming. If they were not sitting, they would have fallen down.

Even if they leaned on the chair, they were still panicked and did not dare to look directly at the lord. The majesty of the strong should not be offended.

And they were just the ones affected. As for the guy who wanted to show off just now?

He was scared to death, his eyes widened, his head raised, and he fell on his seat without reaction, which scared the surrounding extraordinary people to tremble and crawl away.

A group of wild dogs, barking at a bone, and no one knows who is the master unless a big stick is used.

Lance really wants to create a normal environment, but it does not mean that he needs to compromise with those rotten fish and shrimps. The only valuable extraordinary people are those trained by his own school.

He even turned around and left here without caring. His time is precious, and someone will take care of those things below.

The extraordinary people in the auditorium all felt terrified. After Lance left, many of them reacted and cursed the dead guy for causing all these troubles.

"Who the hell did you think he was? Why pretend if you don't have the ability?"

"Bah! A waste, and you're causing trouble for everyone."

"If you anger the lord, what if he..."

This scene today will be deeply engraved in their minds. At least when they make trouble, they will think about the consequences of offending Hamlet.

But no matter how you say it, what Lance promoted is to put the problem on the surface and give these people a way out.

In fact, there are still many extraordinary beings hiding in the city, waiting for news, and as these people leave, the relevant information quickly spreads within the circle.

Lance didn't care about this. His hope for the transcendent was not pinned on those old fritters at all. He could only rest assured if he cultivated it himself...

In the sanatorium, it has been a few days since Paracelsus obtained those crystal materials, and everyone is working overtime to test them in order to know as soon as possible the impact of this kind of thing on humans, or living organisms.

Because it was kept top secret, Lance called Boudica over to work as a coolie. Even Lance himself had to come over frequently, firstly to understand the situation, and also to worry about any repercussions.

After all, that thing shows clear pollution and corrosion to living bodies, whether it is crystallization or petrification.

But these are not important now, because the effect of this material is completely beyond their knowledge.

The crystals were ground into powder and mixed into the food of the experimental subjects, allowing them to ingest it without their knowledge. However, there was no obvious effect within a few days.

As for the external experiments, there are really no humans to do it. We can only ask experimental mice to ingest, wear and even inlay the test, but it is also not obvious.

Research seems to be at a deadlock, but the fruits and vegetables brought from the farm have shown very powerful effects, and can easily heal flesh and blood wounds after being eaten.

What's interesting is that the fluorescent fluid flowing out of the crystals collected by Lance also shows a certain healing effect.

The three materials show different effects, and the secret of the crystal has not yet been discovered.

"It's amazing. We didn't find crystals in the excrement, and we didn't find them in the intestines and stomach after anatomy. Is it really possible to digest crystals? Then why doesn't it work?"

"The ineffectiveness of wearing or inlaying may just be because the amount of effect is too small and not obvious. I think more detailed research is needed."

"There is not much material left. I need more materials and more time..."

Paracelsus' words made Lance understand that even if he didn't find a way to crack it, he still needed to go into the farm again, let alone that he really had an idea.

Originally, he interrupted because he needed to come back to take charge of the overall situation. Now that the situation here has stabilized, whether it is for materials or to verify his ideas, he does need to continue testing...

On the other hand, Amanda has also been thinking about how to solve the maze of the farm recently. Whether it is the stars carved on the stone tablets or the elements of the comet landing, she is focusing on this.

By recalling the stars above the farm, she drew some very strange star pictures, but she was stuck here.

Because these things have no rules at all, and they are very different from the actual astrology.

"What is this for? You are all wrong about this. How can there be such a horoscope?"

You must know that Tamara lives here now and spends her time reading those materials, but she quickly discovered those things under the same roof and couldn't help but complain.

"See if there's anything special about these."

To be honest, Amanda doesn't want to attract more people to know about this, but there is no reason why astrologers can't use it.

"ah?"

"Stop it, I'm useful, help me research it."

Amanda was unwilling to disclose the reason, which made Tamara very speechless, but now that the two parties are allies, they can only help with research.

It can only be said that professionals are different. Tamara quickly found an interesting situation, immersed herself in it, and suddenly reached out to Amanda.

"Give me a knife."

"Why do you need a knife?"

"Don't worry about it, it needs to be sharper." Tamara herself must have a sharp weapon, but her move was a signal that she would take the initiative.

In the past, I was eaten by Amanda because I lost my understanding of Hamlet because I had been away for too long. Now that I have finally reached my advantage, I naturally want to regain my face.

Amanda didn't know what she wanted to do, but she casually took out a throwing knife and gave it to her.

Tamara took the flying knife and smiled crookedly, I'm going to start showing off!

She just cut open the simple star maps. Amanda didn't say anything and had no intention of stopping her.

"This should be here..."

Amanda seemed to understand something as she watched Tamara put the split star map back together. After discussing it with Tamara, she took the information and found Lance.

"Perhaps my idea can help solve the chaos of time and space in the farm."

"Go in and talk." As soon as Lance came back, he saw Amanda waiting and asked her to go into the study.

"The time and space of the farm is chaotic, but why can't we see it?" Amanda took out those star charts to show, "Because it truly reflects the location of that space. If we can divide it into pieces, Then recover and find the right path.”

As she spoke, Amanda put the jumbled pictures together, and she immediately understood something when she saw this Lance.

If the scene on the ground of the farm cannot be seen to have changed, but the starry sky above is scattered, if the real scene can be pieced together, the cracking route can also be found.

Because the stars also changed when the space changed, Lance thought it was the same confusion and didn't notice this part.

What he thought of was to use the power of the [Prophet's Eyeball] to peer into destiny to forcefully crack it, directly see through the illusion of reality, and then find a way out of it.

Now Amanda's thoughts have given him another way of thinking, so it seems that Amanda is still very competent as a consultant.

"You did a great job!"

However, Amanda did not take all the credit. "This is what Tamara thought of. She is an astrologer and is very knowledgeable about the stars. Maybe she can help us."

Lance didn't agree to her words, but his attitude was somewhat intriguing.

She also recommended Tamara when searching for the wax melting mage before, and now again.

You know, the two of them were eager to kill each other before, and they would never stop fighting each other even if they didn't have a deep hatred. Now the relationship between the two is so good?

"I'm not helping her, I'm helping myself."

Amanda also seemed to notice Lance's confusion and took the initiative to explain.

"Now I have made it clear that I belong to you. In the past, I, the Omen Seeker, was specialized in killing traitors like this. Although those guys didn't express their opinions, I guess my name has already been placed on Teacher Zeng's desk. superior.

That guy is a complete perfectionist. She who wants to compete for the elder seat will not allow a stain like me to appear. Another faction may want to cooperate with us, but it is impossible to forcefully protect me.

So now I have to team up with Tamara and push her to the front to attract attention. It would be better if I can disrupt the organization. "

Lance was a little speechless when he heard that there was a factional fight and intrigues. Can you find a classmate if you have nothing to do?

"How about I help you kill all those guys?"

Amanda looked very surprised when she heard this, knowing that she had heard Tamara complain about Lance's refusal to help before.

"Tamara told me before..."

"Tamara is Tamara, how could I do these things for her, but you are different, I will not allow you to be hurt."

Lance interrupted Amanda's words very casually, but it was obvious that she was taking advantage of it, with a proud smile on her face.

However, she was not really stupid enough to agree. On the contrary, she refused very wisely.

"There is no point in killing those old guys now. Instead, it will create a lot of trouble for no reason. Let the Roma people solve it themselves."

Lance is really not joking, because he needs the foundation accumulated by a supernatural power to support the subsequent exchange of supernatural beings in Hamlet.

It didn't bother him at all to find an excuse to kill the Roma, but unfortunately Amanda refused, so he could only put aside the excuse for the time being. (End of chapter)