Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The magical item Truman gave to Russell is also very special.

It is like a piece of armor that can be "worn" in sequence five, allowing you to familiarize yourself with the power of the demigod in advance.

This allows people who become "alchemists" to adapt to themselves as quickly as possible, control themselves, and reduce the risk of losing control.

The moment Russell took out the golden man, Truman, who had been paying attention to the situation here, flicked his fingers, and the golden man turned into dots of light all over the sky with a bang.

Characteristics condensed out of nothingness and fell into Russell's hands.

Russell had already expected this scene, and was not surprised at all. Instead, he prepared various auxiliary materials, mixed the potion, and drank it in one gulp.

The cold potion slid down his throat, and Russell felt a slight numbness. Then this feeling surged throughout his body, and his brain seemed to be paralyzed, unable to control his body.

His spirit body seemed to be lifted up, and he saw himself after drinking the magic potion, and also saw the "doll" he had made, which had life and soul.

At this moment, a terrifying sense of satisfaction suddenly surged out of his body, which was the illusory satisfaction of blaspheming life and controlling the soul.

This sense of satisfaction made him lose his sense of proportion, and he became arrogant, arrogant, and crazy. He subconsciously believed that he had the power over life!

Russell was well prepared to withdraw from his emotions and observe the changes in his body indifferently.

His body expanded in a short period of time, as if it was about to lose control and become a monster.

But at this time, his alchemy product reached out, and the terrifying vitality extracted was fed back into Russell's body, stabilizing his physical condition.

Ritual is the anchor, and for the "alchemist" his alchemical creations are also his best companions.

It was also at this moment that Russell's spirit body was re-absorbed into his body and took control of himself, but that indifferent and arrogant mentality inevitably affected him.

Are you arrogant and indifferent because you know so much?

No, it's because something is being awakened in his body and integrating into his soul.

That is divinity.

"Is this the necessary price to pay for becoming a demigod?" Russell's thoughts flashed across his mind.

But at this moment, the silver medal on his chest shed wisps of dreamy phosphorescence. These dreamy phosphorescence calmed the restless divinity and allowed Russell to better maintain himself.

At this moment, Russell finally understood the meaning of this "dream".

Following the trend, he also chose the demigod-level abilities of those three paths among the silver medals - the qualitatively changed version of the spiritual body thread, the entry-level space control, and the demigod-level "stealing".

As long as he gets used to the demigod's abilities, Russell will become one of the most powerful Sequence Four.

Russell collected his spirit, put away the things he had brought, and returned to the "Roselle" with the servant-like doll.

"Let's talk." Truman said to Russell, who had become a demigod.

He has become a demigod and can be considered a high-level person anywhere.

"Okay." Russell nodded lightly, placed the puppet, and came to Truman's room alone.

Click!

He opened the door and saw Truman sitting behind the table.

"You're here." Truman sat in the shadows.

"I'm here." Russell nodded slightly.

"You shouldn't have come." Truman said suddenly.

"I'm already here." Russell relaxed completely.

The two looked at each other, and a certain tacit understanding made them both laugh.

Bethel Abraham, who "happened to pass by" in the next room, had a strange expression on his face, which was difficult to understand, and he felt like he belonged to two different worlds.

Russell let out a long breath, and some of his anxiety completely dissipated.

He himself is a very flexible person, and Truman has never deliberately hidden this. At most, he hid his name.

"What's your name?" Thinking of this, Russell suddenly realized this question.

"Truman."

Um... Russell suddenly realized, no wonder, this name is so familiar.

"My name is Russell Huang Tao Gustave." The weird form is distinctive enough.

Truman nodded slightly, and the two finally talked about it.

Russell came to sit down at the desk. During this process, all the thoughts in his mind were connected together by this premise.

Why does "Dream Duke" join the "Twilight Hermits"?

As far as "Dream" is concerned, the entire extremely secretive organization is like that.

Why would "Dream" treat him, a descendant of a down-and-out noble, so favorably?

Because they both come from the same world and have similar views.

There are even more clues...

Finally, Russell sat on the chair, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Truman and smiled, "If I were you, I would do it even more 'excessively'."

Including but not limited to creating various famous scenes and "teasing" fellow villagers.

"No need, you are abstract enough."

Truman said with a smile, Russell's face darkened, knowing that his dark history had probably been learned a lot.

"There are some things, don't ask me, and I won't answer. You need to experience it yourself." Truman said suddenly, and Russell nodded thoughtfully.

"Then let's talk about the current empire." Russell took the initiative to provoke this topic.

"The 'Emperor' of the Solomon Empire hangs in the star realm." Truman reminded.

Russell is dissatisfied with the current Solomon Empire and wants to change it. Truman is also happy to see it happen.

But the "Black Emperor" is an unavoidable problem.

"The difference between us probably lies in our active thinking and wild imagination."

Russell didn't say "insight" or "knowledge."

"Huh? How about..." Russell thought for a moment and expressed his thoughts.

"Constitutional monarchy? Of course, it also needs to be analyzed and reformed according to the actual situation. Seek truth from facts."

Truman's eyes lit up, this kind of tacit understanding from fellow villagers was really good.

The occult version of a constitutional monarchy can ensure that the faith of the emperor in the star world will never fall, thus avoiding this biggest resistance to the greatest extent.

And something like parliament is one of the best ways to deal with conflicts between nobles.

"Okay, the current empire is in decay, and it's just waiting for you to inject vitality into it."

Truman directly handed over a fantasy gold coin badge.

"Congratulations, you have won the support of Dream Castle."

"..." Russell's mouth twitched, feeling that he had been tricked, but he still accepted the badge.

He has ambitions to change this empire and wants to go higher, and Truman can help him, and he will not be pretentious.

"When did you come?" Russell couldn't help but ask in the end.

"..." Truman was silent for a moment, his tone was a little complicated, and he sighed, "It's been thousands of years."

"It's been a long time." Russell still can't deeply understand the entire Millennium unit, he only feels horrible.

"Have you ever thought about going back?"

"Can not go back."