Chapter 176 A Feeling of Uneasiness.

"Maya Rausi", Camus looked at the slightly excited man and muttered the name softly.

"It's her. The people in power in the kingdom are out of their minds. They just asked us to investigate now. I estimate that those warships and shells have hit ten carriages." The blond man next to the middle-aged man quickly took over the words and said He spoke in an angry and complaining tone. The middle-aged man next to him did not interrupt his complaining words. After he finished speaking, he looked at Kamius helplessly.

"Mr. Kamuo, I no longer have any hope of recovering those warships. It is impossible for me to snatch those warships back from the maritime gangs, but..." Having said this, the middle-aged man's tone became firm, and his Fingers squeezed tightly around the cane.

"The majesty of the kingdom cannot be desecrated. I can't recover those warships, but the criminal will pay with her life, a humble and evil life."

Hearing these words, Camus tapped her fingers on the table lightly, complaining secretly in her heart, it has been almost a month, it would be strange to be able to get it back. I have seen the efficiency of the kingdom, of course I think about it, it is impossible for Camus speak out.

"I'll try my best to basically meet the conditions for prediction. You want to know where she is, right?" Camus put aside her thoughts and said with a smile.

"Please." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man took out a black bag from his arms and threw it on the table. Judging from the weight and size, the bag of gold coins would not be less than twenty. Seeing this, Kamiao showed his sincerity. smile.

"Wait a moment." Kamius stood up and walked to the study upstairs.

"Can he?" Seeing Camus closing the door, the blond young man muttered softly.

"Remember, there are only thirteen people in the entire kingdom who have this ability. If he can't be found, then we have to find those psychopaths with split personality. Their vague answers will drive us crazy." Middle-aged The man shook his head slightly. He looked at the blond young man and spread his knowledge.

In the room, Camiao closed her curtains, a small mirror popped out of her arms, and she took out her spiritual object. As a low and weird murmur sounded, a strong smell emanated from the dark space. The magic power fluctuates. This magic power fluctuation exudes twisted, strange, cold, and heart-stopping magic power that makes the middle-aged people downstairs feel it. They look at each other and look upstairs quietly.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Camus opened her lips slightly and said, "Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror, and please tell me the location of the butterfly girl Maya Lausie."

"Boom..." The somewhat distorted mirror jumped slightly, and a black and white picture appeared in the mirror. This was a place with various plants, and in the distance was a huge beach. In the black and white picture, the butterfly girl Maya... Lausie was lying on a wooden rocking chair wearing a gauze dress. Because the sunlight was a bit glaring, she couldn't see her exact appearance, but Camus knew that it was Maya Lausie because she saw the shadow of the wings.

Are you on vacation? Seeing this scene, Ka Miao secretly complained in her heart, brother, someone is chasing you, are you still in the mood for a vacation? But how to explain this? There are so many beaches and plants, you can’t say that Maya Lausie is vacationing on an unknown beach, right?

After thinking about it, Camus directed the screen to move, and suddenly he saw the thing he was connected to. It was a glass bottle, a glass bottle half inserted into the ground, and it was through the glass bottle that he saw Maya Roxey.

"This..." Kamiao suddenly saw a snow-white peak behind the forest, and a word couldn't help but echo in his heart, Snow Peak? Impossible, she was on vacation. How could a normal person vacation under the snowy peaks? The clothes she is wearing should be very warm, right?

"Who..." Just as Camus was struggling, Maya Rausi stood up on the wooden chair and looked over. Camus hurriedly cut off the contact and picked up paper and pen to record.

"Pa..." The closed door of the room opened, and Camus walked out slightly tiredly. He held a piece of white paper in his hand, and vaguely written Drav characters could be seen on it.

"How is it? Mr. Camus?" The middle-aged man stood up suddenly. He looked at the paper in Camus' hand, his tone was a little messy, because he knew that the other party must have seen some kind of information.

"Of course, this is where she is." Kamiao gently handed the paper over, his tone a little tired.

The middle-aged man quickly took the paper. He looked at the answer on it and lowered his head in thought. After a long time, he spoke in surprise.

"Gold Coast, Green Snow Island." Hearing his surprised voice, Camus breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to know, but she still thought that the answer she saw was unclear.

"Thank you, Mr. Camus, he will pay a heavy price." The middle-aged man solemnly put the paper into his arms and stretched out his hand in a relaxed tone.

Kamiao heard this and stretched out his hand with a smile, "I hope you will succeed."

"Yes, we have to go. We can get there in two days." The middle-aged man immediately prepared to go. He retracted his arm, picked up his cane, put on his top hat, and walked out.

"Wait a minute, I also saw locusts." Seeing their backs, Camus spoke quickly. He just remembered the locust disaster in the underground black market. This woman must have a powerful curse. As for whether they listen or not, it is none of her business. There are some things that don’t need to be explained clearly. They must be extraordinary people, although I don’t know what sequence of extraordinary people they are.

"Thank you..." The middle-aged man stopped when he heard the voice, turned his face slightly and said softly, then walked away quickly.

Seeing their backs disappear in the distance, Camus suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, a premonition that they would die. He was stunned. This had never happened before. Could it be that his ability had been improved?

Camus stayed quietly in place, and his fingers unconsciously took out the spiritual knowledge object, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Unknown existence in the void, please tell me if adding toast will go smoothly?" Seeing the spiritual knowledge object floating quietly in the sky, without any spiritual knowledge line connected to the spiritual knowledge object, Camus smiled self-deprecatingly, "Still want to predict the future? Am I thinking too much? I can't even see the present clearly."

"Pah..." Just as Camus was laughing at himself, the spiritual knowledge object floating in the sky flipped wildly, and Camus suddenly became energetic.

"Hua La La..." A big word of death appeared in the dictionary, and Camus opened his mouth immediately, because he saw that there was no spiritual knowledge line built on his spiritual knowledge object. According to what he knew, gods needed spiritual knowledge lines to communicate with him, including the one in heaven.

"Impossible, impossible, there is no reason, there is no spiritual line, who gave me the answer?"

"This... Could it be..." Camus' mind suddenly exploded, and a new term appeared in his mind. Since the communication between spiritual beings requires the construction of spiritual lines, then what about himself? Is it possible?

"Hiss..." Thinking of this possibility, Camus took a breath of cold air at the quietly floating spiritual being, and slowly exhaled that existence, "An existence representing Sequence 2, an existence that sees the past, knows the future, and faces the present. He is the master of all mirrors, the source of the great nothingness."