The figure in the light curtain stopped, as if he was in deep thought.

It took a while before the sound came out.

"Are you sure you read it right? Is it a ceremony of light?"

He asked with some confusion.

Planders immediately nodded and replied, "If I guess correctly, it should be the Eye of Light."

"Eye of Light, Eye of Light..."

The figure in the light curtain muttered twice, then guessed: "It is attached to a gold coin? Is there a gold coin left over from the Third Age?"

"I think it's unlikely."

Planders shook his head and said with certainty, "Unless Charles II was born in the Third Age, because the gold coin still had his avatar printed on it."

"Who is in that gold coin?"

The figure in the light curtain immediately asked, with a hint of eagerness in his words.

Planders immediately replied: "You should also know that the time-selection lover, Tiya! In..."

When Planders said this, his voice came to an abrupt end.

Because the person in the light curtain made an action, signaling him to silence, and at the same time, he winked at him.

Planders frowned immediately.

Someone is eavesdropping?!

His face was shocked at first, then it turned into relief.

After a few seconds, Planders, who seemed to have guessed something, spoke again, but it was already another topic.

"Yesterday, the Temple of Time Series asked me for help, hoping to use the power of the Destiny Domain to find the whereabouts of an item, but they refused to reveal what it was. They only knew that it was stolen from the Temple not long ago."

“Is there any result?”

The figure in the light curtain is obviously quite curious about this matter.

"No!"

Planders shook his head: "I used the ritual of the Fate Sequence, but I saw nothing, and I almost suspected that the ritual had failed."

"Is there anything else?" asked the figure in the light curtain again, as if he was preparing to end the exchange.

Planders hesitated for a moment, thought of another event related to the ceremony, so he asked carefully: "Do you know any way to dissipate the erosion mist caused by the ceremony?"

The figure in the light curtain pondered for a moment, then said: "Seave its energy supply and wait until it disappears naturally. There is no other way. This is the opinion that everyone agrees with. What's the problem?"

Planders quickly said: "The Undead also brought out erosion fog in Faralinburg two days ago, but while the ritual was still continuing, the erosion fog continued to fade, and the summoning ritual was forced to advance."

"And, it is said that there was a larger erosion fog last week, and the same phenomenon occurred."

The figure in the light curtain fell silent, and after a while, he said, "After coming back, report this matter in detail!"

Planders nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll set off tomorrow."

"Then look forward to your return."

As the words fell, the light curtain dissipated, and Planders carefully put away the mirror.

After a while, the door was knocked.

Planders opened the door and found that Bishop Aslan was standing in front of the door.

"Mr. Planders, are you resting well?"

Bishop Aslan smiled and spoke, his attitude seemed extremely kind.

"Haha, when people get older, they like to sleep for a while."

Planders replied with a smile, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

Now he lives in the Time Sequence Temple, where the protection is strong, and there are no layers of protection openly or secretly.

It is naturally difficult for outsiders to break through the numerous blockades and quietly monitor his every move in secret.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the person who was listening in secret just now is probably this bishop with a smile that looks harmless!

"We've prepared again. Can you please help me find the whereabouts of that thing?"

Bishop Alans said it was a trouble, but in fact Planders had no room for rejection.

Whenever you go to a city, as long as you are related to an organization, whether it is a temple or other organizations, you will invite him to perform various rituals.

Therefore, deep down, Planders, who is more willing to devote himself to studying ritual science, is actually more tired of the responsibilities of a liaison officer.

But he had no other choice.

The Secret Words Cultivation Society can gain a place for ritualists and can freely wander within the sphere of influence of major temples, which naturally has to pay a considerable price.

They should try their best to make friends with each temple and orderly organization, and establish as harmonious relationships as possible with them to gain enough living space.

Planders said he had no problem, and then followed Aslan to the basement of the temple.

Needless to say, it was the last time.

The temple lost something and wanted to find their whereabouts. They had no choice but to rely on the power of the realm of fate.

However, the advanced extraordinary person in the sequence of fate has a nickname: the Prophet.

They can predict the disaster in advance, so they often stay in the door and stay away, otherwise they will hide in the deep mountains and forests, making it difficult to find traces.

Therefore, we can only settle for the second best and replace it with the ritual of the sequence of fate.

But the realm of fate is the most bizarre one, and the revelations obtained through rituals are often obscure and difficult to understand, and are not necessarily accurate.

Without the help of the extraordinary person in the sequence of fate, even if he receives corresponding revelations, it is very difficult to interpret, so that he may misunderstand the true meaning of it.

More than half an hour later, Planders and Aslan walked out of the basement, but the two old men looked a little weird.

"Have you seen such a ship?"

Aslan asked with a frown and looked at Planders beside him.

Planders shook his head, his brows twisted into a ball, as if he was muttering to himself: "Is that really a ship?"

Through the ceremony just now, the two saw an overly weird picture and couldn't help but fall into shock.

A large golden cylinder floated on the sea. The cylinder was extremely large and much larger than a common sea boat.

Moreover, the shape is a circular pillar with very smooth surroundings and cannot even see the hole.

Not far away, Tia walked over slowly with graceful steps.

Seeing her figure, the two stopped talking tacitly, and Planders also took the opportunity to say goodbye and left first.

Tiya frowned slightly, glanced at Planders's back as he quickly left with a little suspicion, and then fell on Arance.

The latter smiled slightly, did not explain too much, but communicated with Tiya on other issues.

...

Two days later, Edith sat in the cabin on a huge ship, looking through the porthole at the distant coastline and Faralin Castle, with a little confused expression.

Planders, opposite, looked at the sea, and the golden cylinder appeared involuntarily in his mind, which was unforgettable for a long time.

Meanwhile, Martin sat in the teaching room with his eyes flashing a little.

Just yesterday, his experience bar finally accumulated to one thousand points, showing the conditions for advancing to the next sequence.

[Advanced conditions: Under your guidance, teach a complete discipline to people who were originally impossible to master.]

Looking at the advanced conditions of this upgraded version, Martin has been thinking about it for two days.

How should he achieve this condition?
Chapter completed!