Chapter 267 The Problem with the Tutor

The gas lamp upstairs slowly lit up, and a purple halo enveloped the room. Camus looked at the purple crystal ball on the table and fell into deep thought. When he input magic power, the horse died instantly and the soul disappeared, but the person was fine. Could it be that the crystal ball only targets non-human creatures?

After thinking about it, Camus took out his spiritual object and spoke in a low voice.

"Real spirit in the crystal ball, please respond to my call and tell you who it is?" As Camus spread, the halo of the purple crystal ball flashed, and a purple spiritual line slowly connected to the spiritual object, and a vague thought came over.

"Who are you? How many years have passed now?"

Seeing the real spirit reply, Camus smiled and sent a thought.

"Ten years, ten years have passed."

Hearing Camus's answer, the crystal ball on the table lit up, and a vague human face appeared on the crystal ball. This was a delicate woman's face. She yawned and scanned the surroundings. When she saw Camus, she opened her mouth wide and the crystal ball spoke.

"Are you a makeup artist?"

"You can talk? That's good." Seeing that the crystal ball could talk, Camus immediately took back the spiritual knowledge and looked at her curiously.

"I didn't expect that I have been sleeping for ten years. Where am I now?" Looking at Camus's red and blue eyes, the face of the crystal ball became more awake and asked a question casually.

"You are in Caldecott City, who are you?" Camus sat upright on the stool and looked at the crystal ball calmly.

"Oh, Caldecott City, I thought the people outside had mutated like them. You asked me who I was. My former master called me, Shitar." Hearing that it was still in Caldecott City, a hint of surprise appeared on the face in the crystal ball, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Shitar Starry Sky Cat?" Camus blurted out his name when he heard it, and Shitar nodded when he heard his words.

"My master is a makeup artist, but he is much more powerful than you, but he died in a laboratory studying the curse of time and space." Shitar spoke as if nothing had happened, and Camus' eyes lit up when he heard it.

"Powerful makeup artist? Do you know the subsequent formula of the makeup artist?"

"I don't know, what do you want to talk to me about?" Shitar's true spirit shook her head, yawned and continued to speak.

"I used magic to stimulate you on the way, causing a horse to die and its soul to disappear. What happened?"

"Oh... I used to be a monster keeper. My ability can curse and imprison the souls of monsters. That horse is really unfortunate." The true spirit spoke lightly, and yawned again after saying this.

"Forget it, it's more comfortable to sleep. If you encounter a monster that you can't beat, you can find me. Of course, it's not free. Sequence Thirteen is also in this range. Good night, I hope to see you in ten years." Shitar, who felt a little sleepy, was ready to continue sleeping. After she dealt with it, she disappeared.

"This..." Looking at the crystal ball that had become completely plain and unpretentious, Camus's mouth twitched for a long time without saying a word. What the hell is this thing, it's quite arrogant. The problem is that I don't know how to deal with her, but it seems that the other party likes to sleep very much.

"Sleep, enough, it's all in vain." After thinking about it, Camus turned off the gas lamp, lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon.

In the middle of the night, a figure appeared on the plain crystal ball. She sat leisurely on the crystal ball, looking at Camus and shaking her feet.

"Interesting, another makeup artist. There are only thirteen makeup artists in the Republic of Draf. Who died? It would be best if those old monsters died. There is also a chill in the cabinet that scares me. This feeling is not good." After saying this, Shitar disappeared again.

"Tsk tsk..." Camus, who was originally sleeping, opened his eyes. He grinned at the crystal ball that had returned to calm. How could he sleep with an intelligent creature next to him? The higher the wisdom of the true spirit, the more powerful the item is. His own spiritual knowledge is an example. Until now, it has only been a muddled consciousness.

"Thirteen makeup artists, old monster? That means there are high-level makeup artists in the Republic of Draf, and there are even more than one." As his understanding of makeup artists deepened, he felt that the sequence of makeup artists was a bit scary, and even some supernatural people in the sequence would change color when they heard about makeup artists.

"Since his master can be involved in the curse, it means that he is at least a supernatural person above stage four. Makeup artist curse?" Camus murmured, and he remembered what Judgment Tiancheng said to him. When he reached a certain level, he would give him the curse method.

There is another thing. The dark turmoil ten years ago was caused by the evil gods. The purpose was to prevent the high-level supernatural people on the church side from being promoted to high-ranking positions. This was a game between the two sides.

After thinking about it, Camus went to sleep. He had to go to the special team to find Sophia to learn Sumera tomorrow.

The next morning, because the coachman lost his horse and didn't come, Camus had to stop a carriage and rushed to Maria Street.

"What's going on?" Camus, who had just gotten off the car, was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw the civilian staff of the special team moving things outside. Camus walked over quickly and saw Sophia walking towards him with a pile of documents. Camus whispered.

"Good morning, Ms. Sophia, what are you doing?"

"Ah... Mr. Camus, you are here? Didn't Ms. Sophia tell you?" Seeing that it was Camus, Sophia was surprised. She put down the items in her hands and pulled Camus aside.

"Ms. Fiona said that the special team was disbanded. She gave us a gold coin and asked us to go out for a trip."

"What's the reason? The Seven Deadly Sins Ritual is no longer in use?" Camus was stunned when he heard that the special team was disbanded. It has only been two weeks since the establishment of this organization. What is the reason for the disbandment of the special team? After all, the Seven Deadly Sins Ritual is weighing on the head of Caldecott City. If the special team doesn't care, will it just leave it alone?

"I don't know. Ms. Fiona just said a few words and left. She didn't show up today." Sophia still shook her head. Camus sighed as soon as he saw her. He suddenly remembered what to do with his Sumera language once the special team was disbanded.

"Ms. Sophia, do you have any plans for the future?"

"No, I'm going to leave here and take a boat to travel to the Gold Coast. I think Ms. Fiona's reminder has a certain meaning." Sophia shook her head. Camus stopped talking when she heard it. If Sophia wanted to leave, she could only go to Ms. Su Lan. After all, among the people she knew, only Ms. Su Lan knew this language.

Thinking of a replacement, Camus extended his hand to Sophia.

"I think it is the right choice for you to leave here. I wish you good luck."

Sophia looked at Camus solemnly, stretched out her white and tender palm and spoke softly.

"I hope we will meet again in the future. I wish you good luck."

Seeing that all the civilian staff had left, Camus had no choice but to go upstairs to pack up. After taking a few personal belongings, Camus took a deep look at the office, then stopped a car and walked to the Triumph District. He seemed to know why Fiona wanted to disband the special team at this serious moment here.

"Fiona, are you there?" Looking at the tall villa with the door wide open, Camus called out a few times, and when he found no one, he walked into the luxurious courtyard.

"Fiona?" He shouted again, and Camus had to enter the villa.

"Everything is still there, but Fiona is not here." Seeing that there were still fruits in the kitchen and coffee cups on the table, Camus had to retreat again. Fiona was not there, and it was impolite to break into her privately. She didn't want to be treated as a thief.

"Forget it, go home. Come early tomorrow. Fiona should be home by then." Camus stopped a carriage and rushed home with his belongings.

"You're back." Camus, who had just got off the car, heard a gentle female voice coming from a corner of the street. Camus turned his head and saw that there was nothing there. He immediately laughed at himself.

"I've been under too much pressure recently and I've been hallucinating."

"You're not hallucinating, Mr. Raymond Camus." Camus immediately turned around and saw a figure slowly appearing. It was Taylor in a black dress. Camus was relieved to see her. He looked at the black dress with deep eyes and remained silent. It looked like this dress was not simple.

"Am I so beautiful? Keep staring at me?" Seeing Camus staring at her chest without saying anything, Taylor spoke elegantly. Her white arm stretched out from the back. Camus was stunned at first, and immediately understood that the other party wanted him to kiss his hand. This is a way of communication between nobles, and it is also a more intimate way of communication.

After thinking for a while, Camus reached out and lifted Taylor's hand, kissed it gently, and then looked at him calmly.

"I have asked Kaxiu to prepare the things, come in and sit down." Camus stretched out his hand to invite Taylor. Since he was already here, it would be impolite not to ask him to come in and sit down.

"I am very happy." Taylor covered her red lips and spoke softly. He walked in front in a black court dress, like a proud black swan. Camus raised his eyebrows and followed him.

"How did you deal with the remaining children?" Camus, who was walking beside her, said softly.

"The day before yesterday, I sent the extra orphans to another orphanage, of course, with my savings." Taylor said softly, Camus looked at his white neck and said softly.

"That's good." Camus didn't ask any more questions. Some things don't necessarily need results.

"Brother, you are back? Who is this?" Lux, who was sitting on the sofa listening to music, saw Camus come back and there was a beautiful lady beside him. He immediately swallowed the grapes in his mouth and stood up with a happy face.

"This is..." After seeing Lux's face, the somewhat proud Taylorli's eyes suddenly shrank. It was also the first time she saw a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her, because the other party was a moon elf, and might even surpass her in some aspects.

"My sister, Lux, Kaxiu has a guest, take the things down."

Camus introduced, and then shouted upstairs. Hearing Camus's voice, Kaxiu, who was a little haggard, pushed open the door and walked down.

"Ah... here you go." Kaxiu yawned and handed the original parchment roll directly to Taylorli.

"Do you remember it?"

Seeing Kaxiu handing over the original price, Camus whispered.

"Well... there are not many things. I read it all night last night and copied down the knowledge of promotion. I am not as perverted as Susie. I will read it slowly in the future." Kaxiu sat on the sofa, picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth, and spoke lazily.

"Please sit down, what to drink?" Seeing that Kaxiu was so careless about his image, Camus could only smile awkwardly and asked Taylorli.

"Black tea."

Taylor Lee sat down, and after she said something casually, she began to look through the formula and knowledge of advancement.

"It seems that you have the formula for stage 2?" Kaxiu sat up straight and said lightly.

"Well, it's just because I don't have money, so I haven't collected materials much."

"Where is the money of the Hawking family?"

"Buried underground with my people, I don't think you want to go there." Taylor Li put down the information and said with a faint smile.

"Hehe, eat fruit, my family rarely has guests." Kaxiu heard it and pointed to the grapes on the table.

After hearing Taylor Li's answer, Camus, who was making black tea in the kitchen, suddenly thought of something.

If the money was buried in an ordinary place, Taylor Li would definitely dig it out and use it. Even she didn't want to go to a place, it must be very dangerous, so the answer is obvious. The wealth of Taylor Li's family is very likely in the Gate of Kadom, which is why she is eager to find the picture frame, because there is the wealth of the Hawking family.

Because of the shortage of information, Camus could only think of so much. He walked over with the black tea and sat down himself.

"Please taste it."