Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

Fron skipped the slightly dazzling great philosopher Roselle and found that the development of philosophy is actually not much different from the history of philosophy development in his own world. The solutions are also similar, and it seems that the ideas of smart people are similar.

After reading a few chapters of "A Concise History of Ancient and Modern Philosophy" at his own pace, Furen looked at the time and found that it was time for him to return to his home. If Bethel's cry affected him, he would eventually lead to If he loses control in this Trier National Library, which is clearly guarded by Beyonders, although he is not clear, then he will surely die.

Fren didn't stop there too much, just walked out of the National Library of Trier at his own pace. Dazzling and bright light.

Furen's body that had been in the library for a long time stretched slightly under the setting sun. After stretching, Furen waved his hand to stop the coachman who was looking for a guest.

Fren managed to find a carriage soon after, but instead of returning home immediately, Fren said to the coachman: "Please take me to the nearest post office on Cothorne Street in Kinghamston. "

Although the coachman had never heard that the guests had such a long list of destinations, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but the tried-and-true coachman did not inquire about the specific purpose of the guests, but said skillfully: "Xingle, please take a seat, I am familiar with the city of Trier. From here to the nearest post office in Kinghamston, it should be the post office in Hernke, and the post offices in Hopetown and Winston, but it is related to the one you want to go to. The directions are diametrically opposed.”

Then, the coachman did not continue speaking, but waited for Fren's answer. After Fren agreed, the coachman waved his whip and shouted in a very optimistic voice a password unique to him and Matt who was driving the carriage. The carriage moved in response and slowly drove away.

Furen felt a profound difference in this coachman. Although Furen had only ridden in a carriage once, that coachman was far less optimistic and cheerful than this coachman. Furen found it interesting and chatted with the coachman.

According to the coachman, he has been working since he was able to hold a horse whip when he was a child. He has been working for more than 20 years. Finally, after many years of earning money, the The coachman has finally become a citizen with his own carriage, and he has successfully moved from the slum to the civilian area and can rent a cheap townhouse to live in.

Although this coachman is in his thirties, this coachman who always upholds his enthusiasm for life still makes Furen feel strangely moved.

Not long after, Fren went to the post office in Henke District. Although there were not many people going and doing things in this post office, it was not too many. Fren didn't wait long to ask how to order newspapers.

Afterwards, Furen checked the postal codes of Trier Evening Business and Trier Daily at a relatively fast speed. After paying for the book, Furen put away the bills and left the post office.

Before the lingering red aftertaste of the sunset had completely left this world, Furen had already seen that the red full moon on the other side of the sky had begun to slowly climb from the end of the sky, and Furen had a little fear of the unknown threat on his face. It was fleeting, and calmly looking at the time, it only took half an hour to do things by myself.

After finding the coachman who was still waiting for him by the post office, Furen said thank you and got on the coach.

Although Furen delayed the coachman's time for half an hour, the coachman's face did not show other special emotions, but when chatting with Furen, he couldn't help but bring up some of his family's poverty experience and his own feelings about work. Seriously, Furen couldn't help laughing at the coachman's alternative reminder, but he listened to it with great interest, and also hinted that he would pay him enough. The coachman was a little reassured not to mention this.

When the sound of the trotting carriage reverberated on Cothorne Street in Kinghamston, Furen finally returned to the place where he was most worthy of home in this world.

Furen gave the coachman the double fare he had prepared in advance. The coachman couldn't help but feel overwhelmed joy and astonishment that he might have gotten something that didn't belong to him, so he quickly declined a few times.

Furen smiled and said to him, "This is the reward you deserve. Although you didn't stop your mouth when you were driving the carriage, it's fun to have such an occasional experience. Come on, I hope you can live a better life."

Seeing that the coachman could not refuse, he thanked Fren with the extra money, and with the joy of making a fortune, drove the coach to find the next guest.

Furen turned around and went back to the large, empty villa. The scarlet moonlight had already dyed the house with an ominous color. In this silence, Furen couldn't help but feel a little heavy, UU reading www. uukanshu.com After all, the full moon is coming soon, and the sound of the arrival of the full moon is Fren's inner trouble.

But Furen didn't have too much fear, he just went to the study calmly, and after lighting the candle, he found and took out his father's astrology notebook, and then he didn't stop in the study, just kept going up.

The third floor of the villa is the highest floor, not counting the rooftop. On this floor, Furen found a study with a large balcony. After lighting the candles in the study, Furen read before the full moon. The wealth that Martin left to Fren.

Before reading, Furen looked at the last timetable. After recording the time in advance, Furen started immersive reading against his pocket watch.

"...In the occult starry sky, it is usually believed that every star is a god, and the seven gods are the most powerful seven stars, so I will first learn the seven representing the seven gods. Stars—Venus, the **** of craftsmen, the sun, the eternal sun, the moon, the goddess of the night, Jupiter, the lord of storms, Mars, the **** of war, Mercury, the **** of knowledge and wisdom, and the goddess of the earth Saturn..."

After immersing himself in reading a little, Furen looked at his pocket watch again. It was only ten minutes before the full moon. Furen didn't say much. He slowly closed the notebook, and then put the "Meteorite Dagger" and "Angel's Gate"—names Fren gave to two of his magical items, took them out and put them on the table.

Afterwards, Furen just sat quietly on the spacious balcony. The icy ground cooled Furen's heart with all kinds of emotions. The pocket watch was placed next to Furen. Furen closed his eyes slightly and began to keep on When I meditated, the short ten minutes became incomparably long.