Chapter 164 Meteorologist

Laura's words echoed in the empty dome. Camus took a deep breath and rubbed his brows, his expression a little messy.

"Why is there another 'meteorologist'? We all know that the path of the sequence represents a certain god, so the meteorologist..." Camus' heart was shocked. Looking back at the four eras, all the sequences have corresponding gods, but there is a god that he has forgotten, and her ability has never appeared. From the text, doesn't "meteorologist" correspond to the weather?

"Heaven... Thunder..." A high and clear voice sounded, and Camus suddenly stood up, his eyes were even more dazzling.

"It's her, it must be her path, and he is also a god who has no magic potion inheritance so far." Laura saw Camus's surprised expression, and her pretty face moved slightly. She had thought about what the seventeenth sequence was? It was once believed that Sequence Eight had two paths, but the ancient books or materials passed down to the present clearly record that Sequence Eight has only one path. However, for several eras, everyone has said that there are seventeen paths, and no one has ever seen the seventeenth path. However, from the records of ancient writers, historians, church books, and family treasures, the final point of all sequences represents a god, and the development of the sequence is traceable, such as the sequence "Mechanic" that only appeared at the "end of the Third Era". The appearance of the Mechanic has greatly changed the ranking of the sequence. His powerful manufacturing ability and attack power make him move the sequence.

The deadly hall was only breathing each other, and Camus slowly fell on the chair, as if his soul was sucked out.

"Who created the golden slate? He can actually cross four eras and record what is about to happen. It's too scary. I seem to feel a pair of invisible big hands, pulling all this." Hearing Camus's lingering voice, Laura knocked on the table.

"Since it is recorded above, we should pay a little attention. If this sequence really appears, then they will definitely show their tails. Let's go out." Laura rubbed her face tiredly. After such a long discussion and thinking, she was already very tired. Moreover, she and Camus were in a carriage, which was not suitable for long-term sleep.

Seeing that Laura was a little tired, Camus slowly closed his eyes. For a moment, the space was distorted, and the huge palace suddenly broke. An unstoppable pulling force pulled Camus back.

"Jiji", the carriage moved slowly. The dazzling sunlight through the window made Camus subconsciously squint his eyes. Listening to the noisy sound coming from his ears, Camus looked at Laura on the side, only to see her eyelids trembling slightly, and her breathing was heavier than before.

"Well... I should advance as soon as possible. The dreamer is still too weak." Laura rubbed her eyebrows and complained. It seemed that her consumption was indeed a bit large.

"Pah..." After recovering for a few seconds, Laura took out a silver pocket watch from her small bag. As the pocket watch was opened, Camus also saw the time on it.

"9.21" Camus murmured, remembering the time he saw on the pendulum clock when he went out today, 8.53, and after converting the time, Camus nodded slightly.

"It should be equal to reality. We talked for about half an hour."

"Well... it should be here. You should read some books, preferably about history." Laura nodded gently and opened the carriage window elegantly to let the outside air flow in.

"I will, I think we are here..." Camus responded softly, and suddenly saw the steel fortress outside the window open with certainty.

"I am going to the Madikka Empire. We should leave today." Laura stood up slightly, moved her body that had been motionless for a long time, and spoke in a brisk tone.

"Good luck." Camus blessed, it's not like there is no way to contact, everyone has their own things, so it's good.

"Sir, here we are. A total of 4 copper coins and 2 black coins." The coachman's low and hoarse voice sounded. Camus opened the door and led Laura, who was wearing a complicated dress, down. Feeling the silky feeling of the lace in his hand, Camus' heart was a little rippled. He secretly wondered if he had been single for too long? Too depressed?

"Camus, let's go. Why are you standing?" After getting off the carriage, Laura walked to the airport platform. Seeing that Camus didn't follow her, she turned around and reminded her.

"Oh... wait a minute." Camus quickly came back to his senses and ran over quickly.

Qiuri City, District 9, Airport, every airport is busy. Although these big guys who appeared at the end of the Third Era are expensive, it must be said that his speed is good.

"Four tickets for Caldecott City and three tickets for the Maritime Government." Susie and Hei spoke briefly. After paying the ticket fee of up to 42 gold coins, the two got 8 tickets.

"Maritime Government? What are you going to do in the Maritime Government?" Camus asked instinctively, and suddenly felt ridiculous. Did he have the potential to be a nanny? Why ask this?

"Transfer, sir, do you think the airship can fly directly to the Madikka Empire?" Hei spoke helplessly and sighed to explain the reason.

"Oh... Sorry, it's my mistake. My thoughts are a little confused today." Camus touched his chin awkwardly.

"Is this the airship that Mr. Hattie said? It's so big..." Lacus held up the white lace skirt, and her innocent face was full of expectations.

"Well... I wish you a happy and safe journey. Our airship is over there." Hei looked at the airship ticket with the smell of ink, scanned it, confirmed the airship he was going to take, and blessed loudly.

"Well, thank you, the origin mother tree bless you." Susie waved her hand, thinking about what to say when she returned.

The autumn forest, the green autumn forest and the Otchiga Lake have completely changed. Gray and death are the main themes here.

"Woo woo..." An old and dull forest sounded from the forest on the right. A monster covered with moss, with a golden dizziness mark on his face and two green horns on his head woke up from the noisy earth. It was at least ten meters tall, and the crisp green moss covered his body. He had hands and feet similar to humans, but there were no eyes, nose and ears on his head. The huge and ancient voice just now sounded from his mouth.

"Moshi Hardy", a name rang out from the mouth of the giant monster, and a tree demon that was also more than ten meters tall and covered in black walked out of the dense forest. The ground beneath his feet trembled with every step he took.

"Mirandi, look at you, you have completely turned into a monster. A noble tree man will not become a human. You have fallen. You drank the magic potion with human blood. Do you still want to become a human?" The tall tree demon saw the appearance of his old opponent and mocked loudly.

"You killed my people, you are the sinner of the Autumn Forest." Seeing the opponent coming out, the tree king Mirandi looked at the people who were killed and injured and roared loudly, and rushed over with his fists raised.

"Just as the tree demon statue was about to take action, a voice appeared under him, "Let him come over, I will help you. "The tree demon put his foot back when he heard it, thinking to himself that he would turn against this underground man after he killed Mirandy. The tree king's heart was his, and Mirandy's body was his.

"Ah..." The running tree king Mirandy had already arrived at this time. The tree demon was about to stop him when he found that he could not move. Some dark red threads were spreading from the ground to his whole body.

"Mr. X", a sad and horrified voice sounded, and Mirandy's huge fist hit him. At the moment they touched, the dark red threads spread from the tree demon's body to the tree king's body.

"What is this?" The tree king felt his stiff body and asked loudly.

"Curse... a curse specifically targeting the tree people." A cold and cruel voice sounded, and next to the fallen tree demon, a figure shrouded in a black robe slowly pulled down his hood.

"Underground man. "The tree king Mirandi screamed the moment he fell down. This was a humanoid monster with gray skin, no pupils, nostrils, and ears. He opened his mouth full of fangs and mocked the tree king.

"You are all mine..."