"Sir, you..."

Shabina listened to Suren, her face filled with disbelief.

The information she heard was too incredible, so much so that she didn't know how to respond.

Although she didn't know the "Forensic Doctor" Servais...

Most of the people in the camp were exhausted, and snores could be heard everywhere.

No one paid attention to the figure disappearing into the darkness.

Shabina's massage skills were impeccable, and Suren felt refreshed.

He originally planned to continue meditating, but without warning, a small, glowing head suddenly popped out of the canvas tent.

The scene was truly bizarre.

There was absolutely no sound. Even with Suren's current perception, which was so sensitive that he could detect the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings within a certain range, and even sense when someone's gaze was directed at him...

Yet, at such a close distance, he hadn't noticed anything.

"Mr. Suren, are you finished?"

It was only when that silver bell-like laughter rang in his ears that Suren suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively startled. When he clearly saw that mischievous little face and recognized the person, the wariness in his heart instantly dissipated.

"Pestoya, what are you doing here?"

Suren's eyes twitched, and he felt slightly embarrassed. The ghost state was indeed convenient for going anywhere.

However, if she had come a few minutes earlier, Shabina probably wouldn't have left yet, and she would have just barged in...

Pestoya blinked, and seeing that there was no one else in the tent, she moved her body inside as well and said, "I sensed you were here earlier and wanted to find you. But Ophelia said you were busy talking, and told me to come later..."

Suren: "..."

Ophelia?

Mr. Mirror really is that person...

Hearing this name, he immediately knew who the ghost miss was referring to.

But at the same time, he felt even more strange.

It seemed that there was no privacy in front of a suspected seventh-order professional.

He felt like his earlier activities with Shabina had been watched live.

As Pestoya spoke, she seemed to feel that she had waited for a long time, and pouted slightly, sounding a bit resentful, "Why did it take you so long to talk...?"

She had come to talk to him excitedly, but found that he was busy.

Suren didn't dare to dwell on this topic.

In terms of seniority, this was his senior sister, or perhaps junior sister.

He changed the subject and asked, "Pestoya, did you come to me for something?"

"Oh."

Pestoya seemed to have just remembered something and said, "I came to thank you~ Thank you for the ring you gave me."

As she spoke, she showed off the ring on her hand like a treasure.

The tent was narrow, but fortunately, the little ghost girl wasn't tall, so she floated down in front of Suren.

She seemed very interested in everything in the tent, occasionally fiddling with the tent lamp, and looking at the books piled aside.

Suren said, "You don't need to thank me, the teacher entrusted me to give it to you."

As he spoke, he also spread his hand and showed the ring on his own hand.

It seemed that Mr. Mirror's plan had been very successful, and Pestoya seemed to have fully recovered.

Pestoya touched the ring and said, "Oh~ Did Mom take you as a disciple?"

"Yes."

Suren nodded.

Pestoya, with her heart knot untied, seemed very cheerful, and always had a happy smile on her face.

As she spoke, her pair of crystal clear eyes blinked, "You're my junior brother now?"

Suren wasn't too serious and smiled, "Well... senior brother. After all, the teacher said to let me take care of you."

Pestoya pulled down her lower eyelids with her index fingers and stuck out her tongue, making a face, and said unwillingly, "No way, you're clearly a thousand years younger than me. You have to call me senior sister!"

"Hehe..."

Suren smiled and shrugged, not caring.

As expected, this ghost miss's future rank would be terrifyingly high.

There was a high possibility that he would be protected, so calling her senior sister wasn't a loss.

The two chatted for a few more words, and at this time, Pestoya suddenly took out a butterfly brooch, "Here~ I'll give you something too. Don't lose it this time."

After all, Suren was the only friend she had made after a thousand years of depressing imprisonment.

In her heart, he had an extraordinary special status.

"Oh."

Suren looked at the brooch, slightly embarrassed.

Originally, he had said that he would find it back, but the corpse of that Theresa had self-destructed, so there was no follow-up.

He didn't expect it to fall into this girl's hands again.

After appraising it, this time there was no information he couldn't understand, it was just an ordinary brooch.

So he put it away.

Suren also saw that Pestoya seemed a little tired, and after chatting for a few words, she seemed to be sleepy and couldn't lift her eyelids.

"I've been trying hard to hold on, I originally wanted to talk to you for a while, but you took so long..."

After a faint complaint, she couldn't hold on anymore, and said, "Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'm going to sleep. This time I may have to sleep for a long time, when I wake up, I'll come find you to play."

"Okay."

Suren guessed that she was probably digesting the things left by that fallen angel.

Pestoya waved her hand, "See you next time, Mr. Suren."

"Yeah, see you next time."

As Suren spoke, he habitually touched the ghost miss's head again.

Pestoya didn't mind, grinned, revealing her small tiger teeth, and gave Suren a bright smile.

Then, her figure became completely transparent and disappeared.

Suren looked at the empty tent, and raised an eyebrow.

Thinking that Mr. Mirror was nearby, he contacted him with the communicator and walked out as well.

After all, he still had the previous spoils on him, and a lot of [Sun God Stones]...

........

Because of the mist tide outbreak in the Dawn City ruins, the monsters in the entire dungeon were very active.

The refugee team was harassed by monsters after a short rest of a few hours, and continued on the road.

In the following days, they also encountered some small-scale monster attacks, but the problems were not big.

Suren followed the team, and life became very regular.

He had previously obtained a large amount of alchemy data and the "Puppet Master" professional codex in the cursed space of the [Dawn Important Prison], and he needed a lot of time to study it.

Now that his brain domain was developed, and he didn't need to suppress negative emotions, he could focus all his attention on learning, and Suren finally felt the joy of learning.

If there were gains and a sense of achievement, the brain would be very willing to accept new knowledge. Instead of the previous state of not being able to understand anything after reading for a long time, and being dissuaded.

The complexity of high-level domain alchemy knowledge increased exponentially, especially the knowledge after the third level, the dense data and theoretical knowledge, which would make people .

But Suren was reading with relish.

With the double learning aura brought by [Seria's Blessing] and [Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript], reading was like having divine help.

He could now maintain a clear mind for a long time, and often had "sudden insights", with extremely high learning efficiency.

After harvesting the soul fragments of the two elite regiments, Clark and Oliver, last time, he could say that he had a very solid grasp of the knowledge below the third level.

With these foundations, he could quickly enter the door of fourth-level knowledge.

He was also learning "Rune Inscriptions", planning to make a batch of new puppet dolls for himself...

He was also planning to try to enchant and inscribe runes on the witch's hair, so that the silk thread would have the sharpness and toughness of a blade...

The runes on the living corpses could also be used more advanced, so that the corpses would be stronger and more agile...

Every moment of time was very precious. Suren learned like a whale swallowing, and the amount of knowledge he stored was also flying up visibly.

On the other hand.

Shabina's "cultivation" was also very diligent.

After setting up camp, a mysterious cloaked person would always sneak into Suren's tent.

Perhaps it would be late, but it would never be absent.

It also added some fun to Suren's slightly monotonous study life.

Moreover, what was amazing was that Shabina had really successfully broken through the third-level bottleneck that had been troubling her for a long time after days of hard work!

.......

The refugee team was also getting bigger and bigger, from the initial thousands of people, to tens of thousands, stretching for dozens of kilometers.

The Dawn Ruins had been completely destroyed, and the foggy underground had become a paradise for monsters. This mighty national wasteland hunting had also come to an end for a while.

No one dared to go to the depths of the mist-shrouded dungeon again, this fog might last for many years.

Many secrets were also buried in the ground.

On this day, the refugee team finally arrived at Old Lingdun.

On the walls of Old Lingdun.

A white-faced teenager, surrounded by a group of suit-wearing strong men, scrutinized the people entering the city.

Beside the teenager, a maid was carefully taking a few drops of blood from his fingers with a thin needle, and then handed it to the black-faced old man wearing an expensive mage robe.

The old man smeared the blood on the crystal ball in front of him, chanting words. This was clearly performing a very clever "bloodline divination technique".

This time, the Regardi family not only sent a team to exorcise Princess Theresa.

There were also these few people.

At this time, a butler-like tailcoat middle-aged man hurriedly walked up to the city wall and reported to the white-faced teenager: "Young Master Evan, we just got accurate news that the ruins' mist tide broke out, and Princess Theresa's team is missing. The exorcist master Martic, who was invited by the family, is also missing. It seems that there was an accident. I don't know if it was the mist tide or that evil spirit..."

"Forget it, none of that is important."

Hearing this, the white-faced youth's expression had been unsightly, and he turned to say: "Have you investigated clearly, is Fick the wanted criminal named Suren?"

The butler said again: "It has been confirmed! The inner city and the outer city have been divined and found out, he is not in the city. And divination shows that he is still alive, it can only be that he followed the wasteland hunting group, and he should come back with them this time..."

Hearing this, the white-faced youth's brows furrowed even tighter, "This time the coup failed, the Bonas regime was restored, and the Queen ascended the throne, the main family will definitely regain power. We must not let that guy get out alive..."

The butler listened silently, nodding from time to time.

At this time, the divination happened to be over.

The white-faced youth turned his head to look over and asked, "Master Card, what is the result of the divination?"

The black-faced mage robe warlock shook his head and said, "I have already changed three kinds of divination methods, but the result of this interception is still very vague. I speculate that there may be a high-level cursed object interfering with that Fick. The only thing that can be determined is that as long as he appears within a three-kilometer radius, I can determine his location..."

The white-faced youth thought of something and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Card."

After a pause, his tone was slightly disdainful, "It should be that [Hypnos's Night Black Scythe]. I heard that this guy used this black scythe to kill many second-level professionals, and he has a good reputation in this Old Lingdun."

The mage robe warlock shook his head slightly, "Young Master Evan, my divination has never encountered this situation before, it should be more than just that black scythe. I think we can't be careless."

The white-faced youth didn't think so, "Hehe... no matter how powerful he is, he's only at the third level, how? Commander Milo, in order to be foolproof, when you find that guy, please take action, and be sure to kill him with one blow!"

Hearing this, a stream of light and shadow flowed around the white-faced youth, and a cold response came out: "Yes, Young Master!"