Chapter 85 The Makeup Artist's Curse

In the early morning, the streets that should have been silent were filled with noise. The bad situation that lasted for half a month made the citizens' spirits highly tense. Suddenly the situation was brought under control, and everyone's spirits suddenly relaxed.

Camus greeted Aunt Lundy with a smile on her face, stopped a carriage and rushed to the Adventurer's Guild. She had to inform her about her withdrawal to avoid trouble.

"Judge the mayor, judge the capitalists..."

On the road, the citizens were gathering together to shout impassioned slogans. Seeing their indignation, Kamiao pulled down the curtains and thought carefully about what to say next.

Half an hour later...

"Sir, here we are, the total is 1 copper coin."

Camus pulled his hat, took out a copper coin from his arms and threw it over, then turned to look at the tall and majestic Adventurer's Guild in front of him, took a deep breath and went straight to the president's room.

"Dong dong..."

"Please come in..."

"Good morning, Ms. Fiona, it's great to see you."

Fiona looked at Camus with a happy face, stood up from her seat, and pointed to the sofa next to her.

"Mr. Camus, please sit down. I'm glad to see you too. Are you here to have morning tea with me? Black tea or milk tea?"

"black tea"

"Hold on"

Camus put the hat on the coat rack and quietly watched Fiona making black tea. He saw his beautiful face looming under the heat of the boiling water, and his graceful figure shining brightly in the early sunshine. On the luxurious long sword at her waist, the gems on the sword reflected colorful light, which was extremely bright.

After a while, Fiona came over with two cups of black tea, handed one to Camus, found a comfortable position, leaned on the sofa with her legs crossed, took a sip of black tea intoxicatedly, and then looked lazily. Camoo.

"Is something wrong? I'm going to watch the execution of the rebels later."

Camus took a sip of the black tea, took off his glasses and revealed his red and blue eyes. He pondered for a few minutes before speaking.

"I'm here to withdraw from the Adventurers' Guild on behalf of the Rose Investigation Team."

"boom"

Fiona's body exuded a heavy pressure that swept away with unparalleled power. The white paper on the table suddenly flew up, the glass window made a crisp click sound, and the door also made an overwhelming sound. Moans.

Kamiao's eyes twitched and his breathing was slightly heavy, but he regained his composure after a moment and took a light sip of black tea.

"Heh... Mr. Camus, do you know what you mean by saying this?"

Kamiao looked at Fiona's body sitting up and her suddenly cold face, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"I know what I'm doing, can the Adventurer's Guild still force us to stay?"

Fiona's eyes turned cold, "The Rose Investigation Group was founded by the eighth-highest rank in the Sequence, the Valkyrie Galas. What do you think?"

Camus rubbed the black tea cup with her fingers and looked at Fiona with a smile.

"It doesn't matter who created it. The living people have the final say. I'm just here to tell you."

"call out"

As soon as Fiona heard this, she drew her long sword and struck at Camus' neck. Camus instantly felt that the hair on his body stood up as a result of the cold. The coldness on his neck made his muscles highly tense, and the coldness of the sword edge made him His body was trembling slightly, and he could only stand quietly and motionless.

After a while, when he felt that he was not dead, Camus turned his head slightly to one side and saw a huge sword mark on the wall behind him. Fiona's black sword energy tore the wooden door into one piece. There were pieces of paper, and the paper in the air turned into snowflakes flying in the sky, slowly falling.

"Gu..."

"Mr. Camoo, I could have killed you just now. Do you still want to lead your team to withdraw?"

Kamiu's eyes flashed, "The Adventurer's Guild will not restrict the freedom of adventurers. After I quit, I can help you deal with some strange accidents. There is nothing we want here."

Upon hearing this, Fiona put the sword back on the pin, sat down quietly again, picked up the black tea and took a sip.

"Have you decided? If you really want to quit, I have a few conditions. I need you to help me deal with some supernatural events and predict some things."

Kamiao smiled faintly upon hearing this, "I'm extremely happy. These things are good for you and me."

Fiona snorted coldly, "You have done something extremely stupid. Do you really think that the magic potion formula is so easy to obtain? I will see who you find to replace the potion in the later stages."

"Oh, happy morning, thank you Miss Fiona for the reminder, maybe you should change the door and mend the wall at the same time."

Fiona straightened her clothes and said, "Do you need to watch the execution together?"

Camus picked up his hat and said, "Of course, I am never absent from the trial of sin, but have you processed the list I gave you yesterday? That gang..."

Fiona straightened her collar and interrupted Camus' inquiry, "They are all dead, except for that trash that you can't even find. Your abilities are a bit lacking."

"Oh, you said it..."

"It's up to me to say what I say, and it's up to you to do what you do. You are the worst makeup artist I have ever seen."

Hearing that his words were interrupted again, Camus touched his forehead and followed her quietly, "I can't defeat you, I can't defeat you, can I just be invisible?"

After going downstairs, the two stopped a carriage and walked towards Hulin Street. In the carriage, apart from the "chichi" sound caused by the movement of the horses, there was only the sound of the two breathing. Smelling the fragrance in the air, Kamiao looked curiously. Holding Fiona's sword.

"Miss Fiona's sword is a magic weapon, right?"

Fiona opened her eyes and looked at Camus, "This sword is called "Dueler". It has the characteristics of sharpness, sword energy bonus and swift slashing."

"Oh, the swordsman's combat power is indeed very strong. A good weapon plus a swordsman who has experienced hundreds of battles is the enemy's nightmare."

Fiona took a deep look at Camus, "You makeup artists are not bad. You are veterans in killing people. We can compare with you, but you give me a feeling that you are too weak. My feeling tells me that you are no threat to me."

Camus's mouth twitched, and he felt the malice of God towards him. In their eyes, the makeup artist is very powerful, but he didn't feel it?

"Miss Fiona, what do you mean?"

Seeing Camus' serious look of seeking knowledge, Fiona pointed out the window.

"No one can escape the prying eyes of makeup artists, except themselves."

"You makeup artists have three abilities, soul sealing, spiritual communication and exchange, and the curse method that is exclusive to makeup artists."

"Your three abilities can forcibly erase the life of a creature, and the soul can even erase the existence of this person in the past time and space."

"Murder... Humph, who can compare with you."

Camus pursed his lips and looked at his hands suspiciously. Am I that strong? Apart from a crappy real name sealing method and that unreliable exchange, where does the sense of strength come from?

Seeing Camus's confused look, Fiona was a little curious.

"You don't know?"

Camus smiled bitterly, "I'm a makeup artist who has no one to teach me. It's so sad."

"Well... the makeup artists in the first stage are indeed very weak. You will be better when you advance to the second stage."

"Why are there only thirteen makeup artists in the Republic of Delav?"

Fiona pondered for a moment, "Because of the curse, the existence of makeup artists is a curse. Only when the previous makeup artist dies, the next makeup artist will appear."

"What curse?"

Fiona shook her head, "Inherited curse, the curse of makeup artists is recorded on the eighth golden slate, and I have seen a copy of it."

"Have you heard that Sequence 2 has a higher order? So far, only one source of nothingness has capped it. Other makeup artists are either mutants or disappear for no reason. It's the kind of disappearance without any trace. It's really scary."

Camus' hair stood up when he heard it. Madam Red was a makeup artist. Not long after she died, she advanced. The potion formula was also found in the mirror. There must be a big horror.

"If the makeup artist didn't die, what would happen if someone drank the makeup artist potion?"

"He would become an alien, a complete monster."