Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Mobet was already familiar with walking in Tudor Castle and asked how this gathering was different from the previous ones.

"We invited some elves from Sunia Island. This is an extremely rare opportunity to meet the legendary elves."

"The elves..." Mobet sounded the record about the elves.

There are quite a few elves in the tribe. After someone's statement, the Church of Storms did not hunt them aggressively. The tribe's living environment is quite good, and there are even signs of integration with humans in a small area.

It's just that these elves have basically moved to Sonia Island, and the rest are scattered on some small islands outside the two continents. They are quite rare in this northern continent.

"We also organized a trade fair privately, don't leave too fast." The young man from the Tuduo family suddenly said.

Mobet understood in his heart and nodded imperceptibly.

There are many things in the Solomon Kingdom that cannot be put on the surface, such as certain formulas and characteristics of the "Black Emperor" path, as well as some rare items passed down from the family by some noble children.

Some people have needs, and some things need to be sold, so there are some private gatherings among young nobles, and the Tudor family often holds such gatherings.

The two of them, Mobet, quickly arrived at the banquet venue. The various social interactions there were no different from usual. Most of them were to manage the friendship between nobles.

On the other hand, the elves from Sonia Island were scrutinized by many nobles, and some of them could no longer suppress their anger.

But now is the era of the empire, and those present are all nobles, so these elves have to suppress themselves.

"I don't like these elves." Mobet communicated with his friend. "They are too violent. I feel like I will be beaten when I walk with them."

"Indeed!" Many nobles felt the same way.

"But I think the elf's blue hair looks pretty good." Mobet commented.

The people around him looked weird, but it was hard to say anything. There was never a mainstream aesthetic in the Solomon Empire, as long as it was twisted enough.

After the slightly boring banquet ended, many of the guests did not leave immediately. Instead, under the arrangement of the Tudor family, they entered the more secret underground palace to conduct some transactions between extraordinary people.

"Where are the Abraham family members?" Mobet found a corner, stole a flame, lit a cigarette, and looked for the Abraham family members.

He had wanted to get the starry sky travel notes of their ancestors from Abraham for a long time, but he had never been able to do so.

"However, I recently heard that the Duke of Bethel Abraham has not been seen for several years. The rules in their family should be relaxed a little."

Mobet muttered, crushed the cigarette, and walked towards the familiar members of the Abraham family.

"Erwin!" Mobet found a member of the Abraham family and pulled him to the other side. "Have you stolen... ahem, borrowed travel notes?"

"No!" This member of the Abraham family shook his head directly, "Don't think about it. These starry sky travel notes were written by senior family elders, and it is difficult for us to borrow them."

"That's it..." Mobet was a little reluctant, "How about I go to my house and steal a travel journal, and you can take it back and give it to me in exchange?"

"No, how can your travel notes compare to the starry sky travel notes? Those elders will not agree." Erwin Abraham refused. He was very proud of his family and also had a strong yearning for the starry sky.

This is a characteristic of the Abrahamic family, and many people respect it even more for this reason.

This is the only one who can explore the boundless starry sky.

"Eh! Are you still looking down on people? Who doesn't have an angel?" Mobet glared, "What I want to steal is the travel notes written by my old man himself. They are about what he experienced when Bailang founded the country, and even..."

"About the ancestor of the Amon family!"

The Amon family... has appeared and created all kinds of terrifying legends, making the Duke family fearful and even a little afraid.

Erwin Abraham's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded immediately, "Okay! As long as you can steal it, I will lend you a copy even if I go to my grandfather's house to lie down!"

"Deal!" Mobert finally fulfilled his wish.

Mobert, who was in a very good mood, walked around this gathering of extraordinary people and saw a book bound with parchment on the table in front of a noble boy he was not very familiar with.

The cover of the book is dark brown, and there is a small note on the cover with a line of words written in ancient Hermetic language - "Grossell's Travels".

"It's a travel book again..." Mobet felt some kind of coincidence, but he didn't think about it deeply. Instead, he became sufficiently interested in this travel book.

"How to trade this travel book?" Mobet asked the noble boy.

"Are you from the Zoroastrian family?" The noble boy recognized Mobet and then expressed his needs.

"I need a magical object that can steal extraordinary abilities."

Mobet frowned. Such a magical item was not worth much, but it was a bit too much for the Zoroastrian family.

In the capital of Solomon, the formulas and characteristics of potions related to the great nobles are strictly controlled. After all, they are the foundation of these great nobles.

Generally, only the Zoroastrian family can take out things from the "thief" path.

Mobet still wanted to bargain for a bad price, but for some reason, he felt a strong desire when he saw this book. He couldn't wait to buy it and go home to read it.

Finally he nodded, took out a ruby ​​ring from his body, threw it to the other party, and took the book in his hand.

"I got it, it's best to go back early and steal the old man's travel notes..." Mobert had no intention of staying here anymore and left Tudor Castle secretly.

Just a few seconds after Mobet walked out of Tudor Castle, a priest came outside the castle.

The priest's clear eyes glanced at the direction where Mobet disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and calmly walked into Tudor Castle. The demigod extraordinary people present could not even notice him!

"Adam!" Alistair Tudor, who was resting at the highest point of the castle, looked at Adam who was walking slowly towards him, his face became heavy.

This was the second time Adam found Him.

"I have no interest in what you said, and I have no intention of betraying His Majesty!" Alistair Tudor said coldly, making his attitude clear.

"Have you not seen Trunsoest for a long time?" Adam did not pay attention to Alista's bad attitude, but walked to the room where Alista was, sat on the chair, and asked with a smile. .

Alistar's face suddenly stiffened, and there was a bit of madness dancing in his eyes.