Chapter 317: Thunder of the Secret Exchange

After paying 300 gold coins, Camus came to the one-eyed old man, who was repairing a mechanical pocket watch. Camus did not disturb him, but watched his movements curiously. The skinny fingers of the one-eyed old man were as flexible as butterflies, and the sound of the gears sliding driven by his fingertips was as moving as music.

"Pah..." As the pocket watch was covered, the accurate sliding sound of the pocket watch continued to sound. The one-eyed old man put down the pocket watch in his hand, and looked at Camus standing by the window with some turbid eyes.

"Need to publish? Or do you need to exchange?"

"Publish..." Camus said politely. The one-eyed old man handed Camus a piece of paper and pen and whispered.

"What do you want to exchange, and what are your exchange conditions."

"Camus pulled up the paper and pen, thought for a while, and bit the end of the pen with his teeth. After a while, he wrote what he needed on it."

"The transaction is successful, you must pay an equivalent 20% commission." The one-eyed old man did not look at what Camus needed. He threw the letter down from a secret compartment and then told the trading rules.

"I know. Sorry for the trouble." Camus saw that his exchange information had been submitted, and he turned around and sat on the chair. Like everyone else, he looked at the information on the sliding screen, hoping to see the items he needed on it. At this moment, Camus saw a set of information.

"Exchange the formula of the fourth fate of the sequence eight stage for the real "Secret Philosophy". If the exchange conditions are insufficient, I will make up for it." Seeing this message, the calm atmosphere of the exchange became lively. This is a rare stage four formula, and some people have never seen a stage four formula in their lives.

"The "Secret Philosophy" belongs to the Freemasons. How could it be lost outside? Look carefully. This is the real secret philosophy. No one can have it."

"So the name of the fourth stage of the sequence eight is the fate. Is he special?"

Gradually, the conversation became quieter. Although the fate formula is rare, the "Secret Philosophy" is even rarer, and they don't have the Freemasons' "Secret Philosophy".

When Camus saw this, he suddenly remembered that Laura had shown him the so-called "Secret Philosophy". There was no so-called extraordinary formula and extraordinary path in it. It seems that the book is not the real "Secret Philosophy".

As the hall quieted down, everyone started to watch the screen again, and a message appeared on the screen.

Need information about the Red Emperor's deeds and legends, pay in person.

Seeing this set of information, some people moved, and some people even stood up and walked towards the window. Camus was relieved when he saw it. It seems that the Red Emperor is not so secretive, and it's good if someone knows it.

After a while, Ka received a call from the servant, and he returned to the separate soundproof room, picked up the so-called microphone and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know about the Red Emperor?"

"I know a little, but I only know some legends and her deeds. If you need to ask about more secret things, I can't help it." A crisp female voice came from the other side, Camus touched it and spoke in a low voice.

"Tell me what you know, I will pay you 30 gold coins."

"Deal." The other side agreed decisively, which made Camus a little depressed. Did he say too much? But since he had said it, it was fine.

"The Red Emperor was a great figure at the end of the last era and the beginning of this era. She was the emperor of the Principality of Asgard and the only female emperor. Because the slave trade was rampant in the Age of Navigation, the status of women was very low. After she founded the Principality of Asgard, she changed the laws of her country to promote the status of women. With her powerful strength, she was respected by people as the Great Crimson King, the Great Sage who knows everything, the Eternal Prophet who sees through the fog, and the King who changed the first woman." Hearing these titles, Camus suddenly remembered the prayers in his dream. Those voices prayed for him in this way, but they were no longer related to the Red Emperor.

"What else? Why do we rarely hear his name now?" After a long while, Camus spoke again in a low voice. The other party pondered for a moment after hearing it, and then spoke in a low voice.

"The following is a legend. I don't know whether it is true or not. It is said that the Red Emperor was a great makeup artist. In order to become a truly great existence, she died due to backlash while studying the lost makeup artist curse method. Her name was not spread because all major organizations were deliberately covering up her existence. Except for the Principality of Asgard, her deeds in other places have been buried with the passage of time."

"Dead?" Hearing that the Red Emperor was dead, Camus frowned. Does her death have anything to do with him? Why would those people pray to him?

"That's probably all I know. If it's convenient for you, just push the reward through the small door." Hearing that Camus was silent for a long time, the other side spoke anxiously. Camus pushed open the small door in front of him, counted thirty gold coins and pushed them over. This small transaction was necessary and formal.

As the gold coins entered, Camus saw a pair of white and tender hands put the gold coins into the bag. He suddenly thought of something and spoke anxiously.

"Wait..."

"This is what we agreed on. The deal is done." After hearing Camus call for a stop, the other party spoke with some hesitation. This news was not a secret, and it was already very good to be able to sell it for 30 gold coins.

"No, this is what you deserve. I want to ask one last question. What is the Red Emperor's name?"

"Oh... Sorry I forgot to tell you, her name is..." At this point, the woman opposite spoke in a respectful tone.

"Yode Mary"

"Boom..." Thunder rang in Camus' heart, shocking him to stay where he was. He immediately recalled everything about the Red Lady, Yode Mary. He got the extraordinary formula from the Red Church. Afterwards, he asked the captain to investigate the origin of the Red Lady. She was from the Principality of Asgar and finally came to Caldic City. Because of her singing, she became an opera artist famous in the Republic of Draf. I inherited her extraordinary characteristics.

Impossible, isn't it said that there are thirteen makeup artists in the Republic of Draf? If I inherited her extraordinary characteristics, why did Susie and the others say that I was the thirteenth makeup artist, then was she redundant? I clearly saw her soul liberated.

"Woo..." Camus was wrapped in the coldness of the abyss. He felt that the darkness around him was getting deeper and deeper. He stayed quietly in place, looking deeply at the wall in front of him.

If I inherited her makeup artist position, why did he want me to inherit her makeup artist position? Or... he didn't die at all.

"Heh... huh..." Camus's breathing became more and more rapid. A person who is alive and well will definitely not die. The Red Lady may have lied to herself when she liberated her soul. Maybe she was spying on herself in the shadows. What does he want from me?

Could it be... Golden Tiansheng?

Because the only thing that such a being can take a fancy to in me is Golden Tiansheng, but Golden Tiansheng has left. What is she after?

At this moment, Camus's expression froze, and he suddenly changed his mind. If the Red Lady is still alive, her extraordinary characteristics must be in her. If he inherited the position of another makeup artist, he couldn't explain why he inherited her extraordinary characteristics now.

"She died, I inherited her position, she is alive, I inherited the position of others, and she is still alive." Camus, who was trapped in a strange circle of thinking, twisted his body uneasily. No matter how he explained this matter, it didn't make sense. Why did he inherit the extraordinary characteristics of the Red Emperor after his second resurrection, and there was no shadow of this in the first resurrection?

In the Republic of Draf, as Camus discovered this problem, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes in a tall castle showed a meaningful smile.

Because he couldn't think of a clue, Camus hugged his head and hammered the wall out of control. This state of ignorance was too bad. He couldn't predict the whereabouts of the Red Emperor. He was sure that the Red Lady was very likely to be alive. He was like a mouse in a cage at the mercy of others.

"Are you okay, sir?" The attendant who came to call Camus at this time saw Camus squatting in the corner with messy hair, blood still oozing from his lips, and no spirit in his eyes. He asked with some concern. After all, extraordinary loss of control means alienation, and he didn't want to encounter such a monster.

"It's okay..." The attendant's call brought Camus back to reality. Camus stood up from the ground lightly. He tidied his hair, put on a top hat and walked out. The attendant looked at Camus' back in surprise. It was clearly a performance of loss of control just now, how could it be fine all of a sudden?

Camus, who walked out of the door, did not intend to stay here. He glanced around and was about to leave. At this moment, he suddenly saw a message on the screen of the exchange.

"Exchange for extraordinary formulas about the Thunder Path. You can use it to exchange for all formulas before the fourth stage of the path, including the makeup artist formula." When he saw the last line of words, Camus' eyes shrank.

"Oh my God, what formulas are there?" The people in the hall also saw this exchange information, and they were immediately shocked and began to discuss it.

"What is the Thunder Path? Is there such a sequence?"

"I haven't heard of it either. Are you kidding?"

"Could it be Sequence 10? That's not right. Sequence 10 is the Ocean Path, and there is no Thunder Path."

Camus listened to the conversation in his ear and suddenly remembered something. Isn't Thunder the symbol of the candidate of the era? He once had this power, but after he was resurrected, this power disappeared strangely. He had no way to deal with it. He asked the scale, but the scale did not respond at all.

Thinking of this, Camus glanced at the screen, squeezed more and more people, and walked out. After all, the formula of all the paths in stage 4 was too attractive.

"I wish you good luck, arrogant guy." Camus spit out a mouthful of white in the wind and snow, silently blessing the extraordinary person who publicly announced that he needed the Thunder Path. After all, he could see that this was the sign of the candidate of the era. Would the Aurora Society, the Church of the Sun, the Adventurer's Guild, and the people of the Sanctuary not see it? It's better to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible to avoid trouble at that time.

At the Jialan Exchange, a slim black-robed person in a black robe looked at the crowd of people talking and walked into a compartment. She took out a mirror as high as a person from somewhere and walked in slowly.

"Pah..." As she walked into the mirror, the mirror shattered with a bang, and the shining mirror fragments flew everywhere.

"Block."

Sure enough, just a few minutes after Camus left, the clergy of the Church of the Sun rushed over. They quickly blocked this place, but Mr. Roll threw a handful of mirror fragments to them.

"He's gone. I don't think you can catch a makeup artist who is at least at the fifth stage."

Feeling the strange fluctuations on the mirror fragments, the leading bishop of the Sun Church turned around and left with a gloomy face.

"Let's go, the other party is a makeup artist."

"My Lord Bishop, are you not going to search?" Some unwilling clergymen whispered.

"With Mr. Luo's guarantee, you don't need to search. The other party is indeed a makeup artist. A makeup artist who can disappear under Mr. Luo's nose can't be found even if you search."

"But, what if he is in this crowd?" A slightly younger clergyman said unwillingly.

"Go back." The Bishop shouted angrily. This group of people came and went quickly. Luo looked at their backs and fell into deep thought. A makeup artist who is at least stage five is not a trivial matter. Even if he encounters such an existence, he will run as far as possible. The bishop of the Sun Church left just now because of this problem. The makeup artist is really too powerful.

"There are very few makeup artists in stage five in the records. Who could this be? It was indeed him who issued the task. I will definitely not smell this breath wrong." Luo looked at the mirror fragments on the ground and murmured in a low voice.