Chapter 117: Gathering of Nobles

After thinking for a while, Camus entered the spiritual time. Looking at the cracked sky, Camus was confused. Meditation requires support. Tian Cheng is gone. He has to think of something to support his spiritual world. Who should he fantasize about?

"Dong Dong"

Camus touched his chin and walked uneasily upstairs. Suddenly, Camus had a flash of inspiration and a light appeared in his eyes.

"Why don't I fantasize about myself? It's just to support the spiritual world. Why don't I try?"

Camus sat on the bed with a look of emotion. His ten fingers made a right triangle, and a magic power reverberated between his fingers.

Spiritual world

Camus looked at his shape carefully and transformed himself into a faceless man sitting on a throne. The throne was crawling with vengeful spirits, but just when he was about to succeed, the throne collapsed. Camus frowned and opened his eyes.

"Is it not possible? Is there any secret?"

Thinking of this, Camus ran downstairs and grabbed Kaxiu, "What is your meditation method? Who are you imagining?"

Kaxiu looked at the nervous Camus today with a suspicious look, "Meditation object? I imagined the 'Darkest Pendant', what happened to you today?"

"Darkest Pendant, Darkest Pendant?" Camus murmured slowly.

Kaxiu looked at the somewhat sluggish Camus and shook his hand in front of his eyes, "Our meditation objects are either gods or artifacts, because they represent the rules of this world, what's wrong with you?"

Camus rubbed his eyebrows, "Artifacts and gods? I know, I'll go up first."

Kaxiu was stunned and felt a little puzzled, "What's the matter? Doesn't he have a fantasy object? Or the captain gave it to him."

After going upstairs, Camus began to think about who to imagine? If he didn't succeed, it must be because he was not strong enough, so try a stronger one? Or imagine Tianli again?

Camus tried to imagine the scale again and found that it really came out. However, this scale had no consciousness and no exchange function. It was just a simple support. The scale was emitting golden light all over. Waves of golden waves repaired Camus's spiritual world. Camus breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the sky and cursed.

"Fuck you, you brought me here and ignored me. You ran away. What should I do?"

After cursing for a long time, Camus looked at the scale without any movement, sighed and returned to the real world.

"Sleep, I must go home. I have stayed in this place enough."

The next morning, Camus got up early and personally sent Kaxiu to the ninth district before returning home to continue reading. Because Fiona said there was a noble party today, Camus only sorted out his clothes and walked towards the Triumphal District around 5 pm.

The Triumphal District was brightly lit at night, and the roadside was full of carriages. Camus looked at the crowd, paid the 3 copper fare and walked forward.

"No. 55 Triumph District" Looking at this big villa, Camus read out the door number.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" The butler at the door greeted Camus politely after seeing him.

"Invitation? Sorry, I don't have that thing. Ms. Fiona invited me here. Is she inside?"

The butler took out a notebook and looked at Camus's appearance and asked carefully, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Raylimon Camus, the moon elf?"

"Yes, sir, it's me."

The butler bowed politely and pointed inside to issue an invitation. "Sir, you are our VIP. The mayor has already notified me. Please follow me."

"Mayor Brody? Is this the mayor's house?"

"Yes, sir, this is Mayor Brody's house. I am his butler. You can move around freely. I still have to continue to receive guests. Sorry."

After the butler welcomed Camus in, he bowed and retreated. Camus looked at the big house and took a deep breath.

"Not bad, the mayor should be a rich man." This is a huge manor with a huge figure sculpture in front of the door. The orange light illuminates the marble wall. The well-dressed upper-class people are chatting quietly. Camus raised his eyebrows, picked up the plate and put some food on it, and sat at the dining table to eat.

"Hi... Mr. Camus, I didn't expect to see you here."

Hearing someone calling his name, Camus swallowed the food in his mouth and turned his head to look over, and found that it was Mondi Anna's uncle, Mondi Smith.

"Oh, Mr. Smith, good evening, I'm glad to see you too. Isn't Ms. Mondi Anna here?"

Smith smiled, "She and some friends have already arrived. I guess she's playing games upstairs. Do you need a drink?"

Seeing him take the initiative to clink glasses with him, Camus picked up the champagne glass next to him and clinked it. The two glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

"Sorry, do you need to eat something? The food should be great." Camus pointed to the plate.

Smith smiled, "I've already eaten, Mr. Camus, you can eat it yourself. Thank you for your help last time. You are an honest makeup artist."

"Oh, my purpose is to get things done for money. If you have anything in the future, you can come to No. 77 Golden Oak to find me. I opened a fortune-telling house there."

Smith nodded, "Yes, I deeply sympathize with the death of Captain Monroe. I heard that you took over his position?"

"Well, he is a good captain. I didn't expect Mr. Smith to know our captain too?"

Smith shook the cup and looked into the distance, "I heard about the deeds of the Rose Investigation Team in Phase 1. Captain Monroe is a righteous man and deserves respect from all of us."

Camus took a bite of food and wiped his mouth with a towel. "I was also surprised by his death. After we drank the potion, who could know the result in the future?"

Smith's eyes flashed, "I know where Mr. Camus has a corpse of a "language worm". I need this kind of thing. I don't know what Mr. Camus requires?"

"Language worm?" Camus' eyes flashed, and he looked at Smith's face quietly, "I don't want money. I wonder what you can pay?"

Smith smiled slightly and took out a list from his arms. It was full of potion materials. Camus took it and looked at it, his eyes flashed.

"How do you want to exchange? I think the language worm is more precious than these things."

Smith took out a cigar from his arms, lit it slowly, and stretched out two fingers. "One for two, you may take two of the materials on it."

"Three, if possible, we will trade." Camus stretched out three fingers.

Smith shook his head and reached out to take back the list of materials, "Mr. Camus, I always thought we were friends. These three things of yours are really outrageous. This is not what a friend should do. Look at the things above. Which one is not a precious potion material?"

Camus drank a sip of champagne expressionlessly. Anyway, his soul scale was only 3.2, and it was still early to reach the promotion requirements, not to mention a lot of promotion knowledge. He was not in a hurry.

Seeing that Camus was not in a hurry, Smith was struggling in his heart. "Language worm" is an extremely scarce potion material, but it is too bad to exchange it for three things.

After thinking about it, Smith struggled to speak, "Mr. Camus, I can use the above two materials and a message to exchange for the language worm in your hand."

"What message?" Camus said expressionlessly.

Smith smiled, "Did Captain Monroe sell a corpse? As far as I know, the corpse was bought by the Freemasons, and it seems that they are conducting some experiments. Who is your enemy. "

Camus's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. Jack's shadow was too big. If he hadn't been promoted to a makeup artist and Tiancheng's help, it would be hard to say who would live and who would die.

"Is the news accurate? If it is true, please tell me how you knew I had the language worm in my hand.

Smith knew that the matter was done at a glance. He took a sip of red wine and said, "Mr. Trist of the Bounty Department is my classmate. As for the news, you can find out by yourself when you go back."

Camus stretched out his hand when he heard it, "The things are at home. I will visit in person tomorrow. Please prepare the eyes of the 'Star Spirit Grass' and the 'Wyvern'."

Smith also stretched out his hand, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you. Do you want to play poker together?"