Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 34 “Records”

　　”There are currently no ‘Worms of the Stars’ …… asked me to keep an eye out for what else the people seeking ‘Worms of the Stars’ need… … “Voorhees skimmed through his teacher’s letter with a silent sigh of relief.

　　But when she thought of the next operation to hunt the “Sage of Secrets” Butis, she was nervous again. After all, this was a half-god, half-human being, who had been a Sequence 4 Sage a year or two ago, and might even be a Sequence 3 by now.

　　”Although the lead of the operation is Ms. ‘Hidden One’, as a decoy, one still needs to worry about one’s own safety …… Moreover, behind the Aurora Society there is the ‘Redemption Rose’ ‘, and the Angel, the King of Angels …… “Forsyth didn’t regret that she had agreed to Germaine Sparrow’s request, which in itself was something she wanted to do, it was just that the risk was too high, and it was inevitable that she was a bit flustered and uneasy.

　　It made her unable to resist just envisioning another possibility:

　　”If Mr. ‘World’ could be involved and take the lead, then I certainly wouldn’t be so nervous and worried.”

　　It wasn’t that Voorhees didn’t believe in the strength and experience of Ms. “The Hidden One”, but the fact that Mr. “World” Germain Sparrow’s track record was there, and that he had hunted and killed more than one or two demigods, made people feel relieved at the thought of him carrying out a similar mission.

　　Hugh, who was sitting by the fireplace, glanced at his friend and opened his mouth to ask:

　　”Is it time to start hunting?”

　　”Uh-huh.” Voorhees nodded solemnly and said in a whirlwind, “Not so soon, everyone needs some preparation time.”

　　Hunting a demigod is not like going to the countryside in the fall to hunt foxes, bring your equipment, gather your friends, and then you can set off, this requires absolutely rigorous and meticulous planning, Foerth believes that the “Hidden One” lady will have to come to Bekrand personally, or live in the other battlefields that are scheduled for a period of time, and find out the specific situation, in order to formulate a plan that is effective enough. And Justice.

　　Ms. Justice was still digesting the Dreamwalker potion at an accelerated rate, which could take another month or two, or even longer.

　　For Forsyth, she can afford to wait, because she also wants to finish digesting the Recorder’s Potion, set up the ceremony and become a Traveler before the official action.

　　The only thing she’s not sure about is whether Germaine “The World” Sparrow will push.

　　I’ll try to convince him, no, let Ms. Justice convince him, this is the strong point of the “audience” …… Forsyth just mumbled a couple of words, saw Hugh turn his body, slightly hesitant, said “The MI9 man:

　　”The MI9 liaison officer suggested today that I formally join them, saying that with a new king on the throne, there’s no need to worry about much of anything, and that there’s a chance for people like him and me to be used again.”

　　Folth listened intently and deliberated:

　　”Wasn’t there an investigation launched against us?

　　”That should reveal the existence of some power behind you.”

　　Hugh nodded:

　　”They think I was abandoned after that last incident, and also, they suspect that that power belongs to the church, the Church of Darkness.”

　　Hugh himself believed in the “Goddess of the Night”, and when he mentioned the Church, he was undoubtedly referring to the Church of the Night, but considering that his friend was a follower of the “God of Steam and Machinery”, he added another sentence to avoid any ambiguity.

　　”Oh, that’s what Mr. ‘World’ asked us to disguise.” Voorhees smoothed her hair in a relaxed manner and smiled.

　　She then allowed herself to become serious and mature:

　　”Hugh, this is an opportunity for you; the role of ‘Judge’ obviously requires official support, and being a Judge in the Underworld of Berkland purely on your own, you’re not strong enough or at a high enough level, and you lack sufficient help.

　　”If you can really get into the magistrate court, circuit court, and criminal court for a few months, your magic potion should be able to be completely digested, ah yes, I heard that there is a ‘Court of Unusual Matters’ within MI9 that specializes in dealing with cases of extraordinary people, and if you become a judge within it, maybe next year in February or March You’ll be able to strike the ‘Knight of Discipline’ rank.”

　　Seeing Hugh’s obvious interest, Voorhees hurriedly added another sentence:

　　”When you’ve made enough merits, you might be able to restore your father’s reputation to a certain extent, and anyway, George III is already dead, so as long as you don’t draw things into his reputation, Covington II might not stop it.”

　　Brotherington was the eldest son of George III, and had now succeeded to the throne of Ruin, wearing the crown of Byron.

　　Hugh was silent for a while, and finally nodded slowly:

　　”I’ll give it a try.”

　　”Well, when it stabilizes, you can bring your mother and brother to Bakerland, although the situation is tense right now and the price of food is skyrocketing, you surely have a quota within MI9 to feed them!” The more Voorhees said, the more he felt that joining MI9 would be a good thing.

　　After convincing Hugh, Forsyth went into his bedroom and prayed to Mr. Fool, asking him to pass on his words to Mr. World.

　　Afterward, Forsyth distilled the main points of the teacher’s reply and explained her thoughts, hoping that Germaine Sparrow would be patient.

　　She had just finished her prayer and was about to leave the room when she saw a sudden flash of crimson water coming out of the void and flooding her in an instant.

　　Voorhees then found herself inside the ancient palace, seated in her usual high-backed chair, but the great figure shrouded in gray mist was no longer at the top of the long bronze table.

　　At the moment, there was only her and Germaine “The World” Sparrow around the mottled table.

　　”…… “Forsyth’s spirit suddenly tightened, his mind became active and spun rapidly, “Mr. ‘World’, what I meant just now was that you have patience. What I meant just now is that it’s best if you have patience, it makes things easier, and it’s okay if you don’t, we’ll start the hunt as soon as we can.”

　　Klein said with a low husky laugh:

　　”No need to be nervous, I’m not in a hurry.”

　　After the ultimate goal became angelic level magic potion formulas and “0” level seals, he had enough patience in this matter.

　　Hoo…… “Magician” Voorhees secretly sighed in relief and asked suspiciously:

　　”Then what is it that you are looking for me for?”

　　Klein replied with little ripple in his tone:

　　”Don’t you wish to digest the ‘Records Officer’ magic potion as soon as possible?

　　”In addition to ‘recording’ the folklore of different places, I think you should also need to ‘record’ a wide variety of extraordinary abilities, and the higher the corresponding level, the better the digestion might be. ”

　　Folth’s eyes lit up as he listened:

　　”Yes!”

　　After blurting it out, she felt a bit of a problem with her attitude, and busied herself with adding another sentence that implied a bit of timidity:

　　”Is this what you said before, an advance payment?”

　　Klein nodded gently:

　　”Let’s begin, get ready, I borrowed a ‘1’ level seal from Mr. ‘Fool’, this corresponds to the Saint level.”

　　For a Sequence 6 “Records Officer”, the probability of success in “recording” extraordinary abilities at the angelic level was extremely low, close to non-existent, so Klein didn’t try to summon Ms. Messenger and Mr. Azk from the hole of history to show his “skills”. “skills.”

　　Voorhees sat up straight for a moment and nodded heavily:

　　”Uh-huh.”

　　In the next second, she saw Germaine “The World” Sparrow raise a white bone scepter topped with a greenish-blue jewel.

　　In a flash of light, a bolt of lightning “leapt” out of the void, tangled together, and became a forest of thunder that emitted an aura of destruction.

　　Forsyth’s eyes were reflected in silver, and both his body and mind were shocked.

　　Waiting for the “lightning storm” to subside, she was stunned for two seconds before speaking with a slight wince:

　　”Failed ……”

　　”Again.” Klein responded in a flat tone.

　　”Lightning Storm” descended again and again inside the ancient palace above the gray mist, and after an unknown amount of time, Voorhees exhaled, leaned backward, and said with undisguised joy:

　　”It worked, it worked!”

　　She finally “recorded” a “lightning storm”.

　　It was finally over. …… Voorhees relaxed, and then she heard the “world” Germaine Sparrow speak without emotion:

　　”Okay, next extraordinary ability.”

　　…… Next? Voorhees only saw the crazed adventurer at the bottom of the long, mottled table probe his right hand, scratch into the grayish mist, and pull out of thin air a thorn-laden, copper-green-covered cross.

　　”‘Record’, the ability of this cross?” Voorhees tried to make his expression look normal.

　　–After the “Recorder” magic potion had been digested to a greater extent, the divine abilities she could “record” had been raised from one to two.

　　”No.” Klein said as he glanced at Ms. “Magician”, “‘Record’ my ability to summon the ‘Darknessless Cross’. ”

　　”…… failed.” Voorhees whispered.

　　The reason for this failure was that she hadn’t had time to ‘record’ it.

　　Klein lifted the maintenance on the “No Dark Cross” and once again reached into the mists of history and pulled out an iron-black revolver.

　　”It didn’t work ……,” Voorhees responded with a complicated expression.

　　She now just wanted to return to the real world, to digest the gains just now, but delayed to hear the “class” bell.

　　Nearly thirty times later, when Forsyth’s head was throbbing and her spirit was beginning to run out, she finally “recorded” a “Historical Hole Image Call”.

　　At this moment, she felt that she was full of tears, but still forced to fight back the fatigue, trying to show the attitude of a good “student”:

　　”This can be summoned from the historical gap of people and objects that have a certain degree of relevance to themselves?

　　”Who or what should I summon?”

　　Klein looked at Ms. Magician and replied with a slight indifference:

　　”Me.”

　　”……” Voorhees squeezed out a smile, “Which period of your life?”

　　”The last time we met.” Klein had already thought of the answer.

　　That was the time when he had become an “Ancient Scholar”, the one who had deliberately brought Miss Magician back to Birkeland from the Ice World before destroying George III’s ceremony.

　　Voorhees nodded solemnly and subconsciously asked:

　　”What if I fail? Summoning someone beyond my own level, the probability of failure should be high ……”

　　”You will ‘record’ this ability once more tomorrow, using ‘Lemanor’s Traveling Notes’.” Klein said in a calm voice.

　　Two times and it works? “Magician” Voorhees instinctively raised such a question, but seeing that “World” Germaine Sparrow was so certain, she didn’t dare to open her mouth again.

　　She raised her hand and gestured:

　　”So, can I, uh, go back?”

　　Klein gave a “hmmm”, and let the “magician” lady leave the “Source Castle” with a happy face.

　　……

　　Sunia Island, inside the virgin forest.

　　Alger Wilson brought a few of his men and entered an elf relic that was usually rarely visited.