There were two fogs, and there may be tens of thousands of ordinary people who are still sleeping and are shrouded in fog, and then they will never be able to wake up again.

The fog is very dangerous to low-level extraordinary people, let alone ordinary people.

A person without any extraordinary power will not even be left once he enters it.

So these two fogs were equivalent to clearing residents in more than 20 blocks.

The houses they left behind were used as temporary shelter for refugees.

"How about it, Martin, are you still adapting to the team?"

The count walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, asking with concern.

Without outsiders, his movements were much more relaxed, leaning directly on the sofa, posing as comfortable as possible.

Even Martin could see the fatigue on his face.

Did the Earl also participate in the city and tracking the Immortal Cult Corps?

"It's okay, the people in the team are all good, and the captain takes good care of the newcomers."

Martin thought about it and continued, "Earl, I have one more thing to ask you."

"Martin, we don't have to be so polite in private. Just say anything."

The Count leaned against the sofa, his eyes half closed, and he said calmly.

Martin felt warm, and he could accurately distinguish between politeness and truth.

“This is an aerial view of a small town.”

He took out a hand-drawn map from his body.

This is the revelation he received after dreaming of divination.

But the problem is that there is no way to find the specific location, so I want to ask the Earl... or the Temple of Craftsmen behind the Earl for help.

For this reason, he also spent some time to describe several copies.

After two days, he will ask Ms. Kasan and the captain to help you find a solution...

After all, there are many people and great power.

Maybe who will help find clues.

The Count took the map, looked at it twice, and frowned in confusion: "This is..."

Martin organized the language and explained: "Well, this is a place I saw when I asked the fortune teller of the fate sequence in the team to help divine, where there is something very important to me!"

"But, I didn't see any other buildings that could be iconic except for a clock tower and a small river."

The Count nodded slightly, then carefully examined the map.

"That's how..."

After a moment, the count turned his eyes to Martin and said slowly: "The clock towers are numerous in the empire, usually churches in the town."

"If the drawing is accurate, the area of ​​this town should be quite large. And I have spare time to support a church. According to normal circumstances, it should be a town near a big city."

"However, it's hard to say. There are many exceptions. Let's do this, I'll ask in two days."

"But don't have too much hope. The empire is too large. We are tens of thousands of miles away from the northern plateau."

"I understand." Martin nodded, still very grateful.

The Count then reminded: "In fact, the easiest way is to find the diviner to help you divinate."

Marting immediately frowned, and he couldn't help but think of the woman with a huge body, and he was still worried.

If I see her again, can I escape smoothly?

Moreover, based on ritual knowledge and Doriani's statement, she should also be a god.

Neither the evil god nor the righteous god can be seen by merely a supernatural person who has just entered Sequence 9.

"Okay, just be sure... Let's go to have a meal first."

Seeing Martin's hesitation, the Count seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak.

Martin nodded and followed the count straight to the restaurant.

With the earl present, today's light meal was a little more formal and seemed extremely sumptuous.

Rocky was sitting in a chair that was specially raised, and Clin sat upright.

In front of this kind and serious father, the siblings never dared to act rashly.

The servant brought the dish with tuna baked rice, which was served with melted cheese, and it was full of aroma, making people's index fingers stimulating.

The freshly squeezed green orange juice is also fresh and refreshing, and it is just right with a slightly greasy staple food.

"By the way, Martin, the philosophical knowledge you taught them last time, there was a deacon in the Temple of Craftsmen who was very interested. He wanted to get to know you, okay?"

While eating, the count seemed to suddenly remember this incident and said to Martin, who was feasting.

Uh...how did it reach the ears of the Craftsman Temple?

But that's right, the Count himself belongs to the Temple of Craftsmen.

“What part is it about?”

Martin quickly stopped the movements in his hands, swallowed a thick and tender piece of tuna in his mouth and asked.

In the past two weeks of course, Martin has not taught the two siblings much.

In Martin's opinion, the two little guys didn't even understand the most basic things.

Physics has just taught some basic concepts, such as Newton's three laws.

It will take at least several more months before they can reach the normal level of junior high school students.

It is normal for the Craftsman Temple to be interested in this knowledge.

These theoretical knowledge are the shoulders of giants.

In this world, giants have not yet grown up, and are even smaller than the earth of the same period.

"All, including the functions you taught them."

The count said, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"I have no problem with academic discussion."

Of course, Martin felt that the Earl attached great importance to this matter, so he naturally had no objection.

As the saying goes, multiple friends have multiple paths.

And before that, when he decided to teach these things to the two little guys, he had already foreseen that such a day would happen.

The only thing that surprised him was that this day seemed to have come a little early.

Of course, Martin had every reason to believe that the Count would not introduce people to him.

Seeing that Martin did not refuse and readily agreed, the count was obviously relieved.

He smiled and said, "I'll let him come over that afternoon. Just so, they're fine in the afternoon, so you can continue to teach them."

I originally thought Martin would leave and could have fun all afternoon, but now I heard that I had to continue class, so Clin's little face immediately collapsed.

Compared to my sister's disappointment, my younger brother Rocky was a little happy.

He was very interested in physics knowledge and wanted to learn more from Teacher Martin.

Martin then remembered that these two little guys should have grammar class today.

"You haven't taken grammar classes?"

Martin asked at Clint with some curiosity.

"Teacher McGrady has resigned. Her father said she had something to do and was looking for a new grammar teacher." Clin replied immediately.

Resign?

Could it be...

Most of the fog appeared last week were middle-class families.

Martin subconsciously glanced at the count.

He was eating, but did not respond to Martin's gaze.

well!

Martin sighed secretly.

Although Teacher McGrady is very strict and even a bit rigid, she is definitely a very responsible teacher in terms of heart.

Being in this extraordinary world where power is the most respected and the strong prey on the weak is the greatest sorrow of being an ordinary person!

After dinner, the count greeted Martin and left. He still had heavy official duties to deal with.

There have been so many things happening one after another recently, and the burden on the count is not light.

Martin and his two siblings came to the old place.
To be continued...