Every grain of sand is the embodiment of knowledge.

The black cat stretched out its claws and scratched the ground, and said in a calm tone: "Your mission in the next period of time is to find the hidden sage here."

Clam?

Bonova was the first to lose his composure and said hurriedly: "Boss, is this going to be a bit of a drama? What level are we at, and we are about to face off against Sequence 0?"

Although Bernadette and Cattleya did not speak, it was obvious that they were not very confident.

It is important for people to know themselves.

No matter how unbearable the ‘Hidden Sage’ is, it is not something that angels or saints can handle.

However, the black cat remained calm and comforted: "Don't worry, the uniqueness is activated, and its own authority is just that. The reason why it is difficult to deal with is the high status of the 'Wildness of Knowledge' itself.

Now that you have come in, the Hidden Sage's greatest reliance has disappeared, and there is nothing to fear."

The conversation changed, "What's more, you still have 'foreign aid'."

At the same time, the real world.

"Finally can't help but take action..." Jon muttered to himself as he looked at the sky outside the window.

Beside him, Azik was holding a teapot like an old butler and asked tentatively, "Steam?"

Jon smiled, "That's not true."

He took the teapot from Azik's hand very naturally and poured himself a cup of tea, "If there is no one competing for it, you will never be in a hurry. Once you get into competition, you will be anxious and afraid, just like a child."

"

Azik cannot comment.

Because he is not qualified to judge a Sequence 0.

Jon was sipping the black tea and leaning back in his chair. The old god said: "In this way, the matter of hiding the sage can come to an end. At least I don't have to worry about it for a while. There is nothing worse than having nothing to do.

It’s relaxing, isn’t it?”

Azik smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, Jon seemed to feel something and said casually: "Wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

Then, he spoke to the air: "What's wrong, Miss Audrey?"

After hearing something, the smile on Jon's lips became a little subtle.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Okay, I know."

"Don't ask me, I have no objection, just do what you want."

"As for your brother's problem...leave it to me, and I will ensure that I return you a healthy brother intact."

After saying a few more words, the communication was interrupted.

Jon tapped his temples, thoughtfully.

Azik asked curiously: "What happened?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just a trivial matter. Because the Psychological Alchemy Society couldn't penetrate our Miss Audrey, it targeted her family."

Jon smiled and said, "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen this 'Backlund's most dazzling gem' so angry."

"Family...it's not that I can't understand." Azik seemed to have thought of something.

During those long years, he also established a family and had children. However, as time passed, everything turned into the dust of history.

In the end, only myself is left.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Thinking of a certain little guy, Azik inadvertently showed a heartfelt smile, and thought to himself: "I don't know how Klein is doing now. Has he set off for Honakis Peak?"

…

Audrey is very efficient.

After talking to the respected Mr. Jon on the phone, his second brother was sent to the Joestar Manor in less than an hour.

Of course, I definitely couldn’t say that I was ‘treating you’, but I just found an excuse to imply that ‘some important person is very interested in you’.

Upon hearing this, Alfred Hall was indeed fooled. He immediately put on his best military uniform and leather boots, dressed up and got into the carriage specially arranged for him by Audrey.

Arrive at destination.

He felt something was wrong.

Although he has been in the army for a long time and only goes home during holidays and vacations, Alfred Hall is completely familiar with some rumors in Backlund.

Looking at the surname 'Joestar' engraved on the door, a look of solemnity flashed across the handsome young officer's face.

Speaking of "Joestar", only the writer who prospered through nepotism in aristocratic circles had the surname "Joestar".

Why did the eldest daughter of the Hall family get mixed up with a love gangster?

This is simply unreasonable!

Before they even met, Alfred Hall felt a little more angry in his heart, and Alfred Hall pressed the doorbell with a slight lack of grace.

The next second, his whole body was transported to the bright and warm study in a completely incomprehensible way.

Alfred Hall was startled and quickly took a stance against the enemy.

But neither Jon nor Azik felt impatient with the rudeness of this 'Punishing Knight', but instead started chatting with great interest.

"Is this Miss Audrey's brother? He really looks like a talented person."

"If you don't admire family genes, you really can't do it. So when it comes to finding a partner, you still have to choose someone who looks good. Even if it's for the sake of the next generation, you can't settle for anything."

"Object?"

"It just means lovers, it's not important, it's not important."

After withdrawing the topic without leaving any trace, Jon looked at Alfred Hall, who was full of vigilance, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Hall, please take care of me when we first meet."

"You...Jon Joestar?" Alfred Hall pondered for a moment and then spoke solemnly.

Jon snapped his fingers and said, "Yes, it's me."

The conversation changed, "My sister entrusts you to me and hopes that I can treat your psychological problems."

"What a joke! I don't have any psychological problems." Suddenly, Alfred Hall seemed to have been touched by a switch and suddenly became excited.

Azik shook his head and said, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

Hearing this, Jon waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just leave it to me. You can do whatever you want."

"Okay~" Azik didn't insist.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Drinking some tea in the tea room, eating some melon seeds, and studying the specific techniques of fishing for seals are no more difficult than facing a young man who is being plotted to death and still doesn't know anything about it.

joy?

The Angel of Death also needs to relax.

Leaving the space in the study room to Jon and Alfred Hall, Aziz Shiran walked out.

Alfred Hall stared hard at the man sitting behind the desk and said in a deep voice: "Jostar, I didn't expect that you are also an Extraordinary, and your rank is not low. But I warn you, don't have any thoughts about me.

, otherwise neither the Hall family nor my sister will let you go!"

This wave, this wave is a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Unfortunately, what he threatened was a 'monster' more ferocious than a tiger.

Jon was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a flick, a transparent silk thread shot out from his fingertips and pierced Alfred Hall's forehead directly.

"I haven't used this ability for a long time, I hope it's not too unfamiliar."

After some operations, he easily found the hint in Alfred Hall's subconscious.

After crushing it, a trace of clarity flashed in Alfred Hall's eyes.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Jon said nothing, stood up, and patted the young officer on the shoulder.

Alfred Hall covered his forehead with his hands, as if he was still in the aftereffects of mind control.

Jon said: "Relax, this is not your fault. Although you are a dignified Sequence 5 and are only one step away from a demigod, the person who controls you is considered a veteran 'spectator', so even if you are tricked, you can't

It’s your fault.”

After receiving the prompt, Alfred Hall suddenly remembered an old man with a rather unique temperament whom he had met in the club before.

He remembered that he only had a few casual conversations with the other party, and then his whole brain became unclear, as if he had fallen into a dream from which he could never wake up.

Actions, even work and rest are not under your control.

terrible……

That feeling is so terrible!
To be continued...