Chapter 652: Chapter 0652: Divination of Misfortune (Additional Release Asking for Monthly Tickets)
“Eye-worshipping Sect… Ancient evil creature…”
Stepping out of the Night King Palace, Su Lu pondered over the ‘grand plan’ of the Chris Empire, weighing all possibilities.
The Empire and the White Eagle Federation were already at war, and all is fair in war.
As for Lady of Radiance’s fury?
They also had five, perhaps six, True Gods of the eighth level.
Moreover, the divine and the church were not the sa thing.
Those high and mighty gods might not care about the fate of human beings in a particular world.
‘But Lady of Radiance was different… This was an important node in the Realm of All Spirits which she aid to occupy. Her interest in it was high… It’s also a key competition with the demon…’
‘From this perspective… Behind this matter, the demon might not be unjustly blad?’
‘If that’s the case, even if the Federation has the support of Lady of Radiance, it would be difficult to resist such a level of misfortune…’
Due to the vastness of the main world, the waters here were also deep.
Even if one beca a demigod, they would still only be a seventh-ranked Occupational Person and couldn’t do whatever they pleased.
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: “Misfortune… I sense Sean… [Emperor of Disaster]…”
Sean had said before that his profession was the symbol of misfortune, and Su Lu had a rough guess about the ritual aspect of it.
The blood sacrifice of the [Necromancer King] was just part of it, the other part was a huge disaster of misfortune!
“In that case… Sean himself could be considered a disaster star… But it’s improbable that the rituals of the [Emperor of Disaster] attracted this level of real god disaster, it should be the other way around… The on of the ancient evil creature’s disaster might attract Sean, who might ride the coattails of the ritual and get promoted in the process… So, if I keep an eye on him, I might be able to find the falling spot of the ancient evil creature?”
One cannot deny that this was very much in line with Sean’s usual style – always bringing misfortune to those around him, but gaining so benefits from it himself.
“But… after I intervened to save him this ti, he must have entered Lady Moon’s line of sight, which is another disaster…”
Su Lu’s eyes gazed into the void, seemingly looking directly into the White Eagle Federation.
…
White Eagle Federation.
Sean, in a black trench coat, wore his hat low, casting large shadows on his face.
The walking corpse, Polon, disappeared behind him, hidden within a peculiar spiritual body.
After all, walking with a dead body was a nuisance.
So special spiritual bodies had the ‘preservation’ effect, ensuring Polon remained in the best condition, ready to be fully utilized at critical monts.
He arrived at the entrance of a private club and showed his badge.
“Welco!”
In actuality, this was a hidden contact point of the Eleventh Bureau. An intelligence officer, disguised as a Tailcoat Servant, imdiately bowed and led Sean into a secluded booth.
The interior of the booth was quite simple, with only a sofa and a table. However, when Sean opened the secret compartnt, a wireless radio appeared.
The sound of ticking and tapping imdiately resonated.
“Your account has been credited with your recent salary and bonus, but don’t forget your next mission…”
After translating the telegram using the exclusive cipher book, Sean’s expression changed: “Bullshit… I just escaped from a horrible disaster, I need a vacation!”
However, he knew the current situation of the Federation all too well; it was in a state of ‘all hell breaking loose’.
With the appearance of Transcendents and the announcent of Occupational Persons, in addition to a large number of people striving to beco Occupational Persons through various channels, other various mysterious and religious movents also erupted, with innurable evil gods, false gods, and demons joining in. It was a great carnival, leaving the Federation agents running around.
At this ti, many people already resented the senators who had proposed the bill.
But that wasn’t entirely their fault since everyone had passed the legislation together.
“From this aspect… The Chris Empire’s attitude towards Transcendents is more suitable, cautious, restrained… Unfortunately, we can’t go back.”
Sean sighed, continued to receive the telegram.
This ti he was dealing with a transcendent case in Konordel City involving the worship of evil gods, but very likely it was a false god.
Even so, it wasn’t a problem that ordinary agents of the Eleventh Bureau could handle, so it fell on him.
“Next ti, I must ask for overti pay.”
Sean set fire to the secret telegram paper and walked out of the booth.
“Sir… Can I assist you with anything else?” The Tailcoat Servant was standing by the door and imdiately stepped forward and bowed at Sean.
“I want a comfortable and clean room to rest, and enjoy a lavish dinner… hmm, in addition, help prepare a few things: 50 grams of gold, 5 grams of rcury, rosemary, candles, church standard sacrificial silverware…”
These items were commonly used in occult rituals, and they were currently a hot item in the Federation.
“No problem.”
The servant answered without changing his expression.
Not ntioning that Sean was a big shot, even ordinary club mbers often included lovers of the occult, and the demand for such things was not surprising.
…
Several hours later.
After a short nap, Sean got up, took a refreshing bath, and dressed in a bathrobe, he began to savor a grand al in his room.
The main course was stewed lamb, veal, foie gras, golden caviar… served with imported wine from the Chris Empire.
“Phew… We have to admit, when it cos to so of the old vineyards, the Federation’s strength still falls short of the ancient empire.”
Sean downed the red wine in his goblet, sighed, and said: “I saw many beautiful young maidens outside… it’s a pity I can’t invite them in, it would harm my image as a legendary Occupational Person. Sigh… I’ve given up too many things for this.”
After having the servant clear the dining table, Sean shut the door and was ready to perform a ritual.
He wanted to predict a scene of large-scale misfortune disaster that might occur in the Federation to prepare for his promotion to the sixth level.
“Su Lu has been a Genius of sixth level for a while, I can’t lose to him… And if I don’t have the sa level of power as him, how can I pull him out of the evil god’s faith?”
Sean mumbled: “I am such a good roommate.”
After making sure there were no surveillance devices around, he drew the curtains to keep the room dim.
At the sa ti, he lit the candle and sprinkled in the incense.
“That great misfortune…”
“I worship you… please reveal yourself before …”
“Let know the gathering point of a nearby misfortune…”
Sean began to chant slowly.
If Beryl was a person favored by ‘Death’, then he was a person favored by ‘Misfortune’.
For Sean’s legendary fifth-ranked profession, this prediction didn’t require the gold or the silverware. The reason for asking for these was, of course, to embezzle them; after all, he could get them reimbursed!
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