The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 174 Old Gods, New Men

Throwing a thick envelope to the Garys and asking them to deliver the statue to a certain warehouse, the blond assistant quickly caught up with his boss and master, leaving the two people looking at each other in surprise and joy.

"Those two stupid humans wasted your trip in vain, why don't you just kill them?" The blonde girl's charming red lips opened and closed, but what she spat out were vicious words like poisonous snakes.

The old man looked gloomy, "There are spells placed by those Eastern warlocks on the ship. This family may be related to them. The master has ordered that during special times, try to avoid attracting attention."

His cloudy eyes rolled up and he glanced at the sky vaguely, as if he was observing something invisible.

"Furthermore, federal officials have recently used several powerful resources to monitor the area around Los Angeles around the clock. Don't do anything casually, lest you lose the big for the small."

"But what are we going to do when we go back? That person's temper is as fickle as the power she holds over the ocean, and it can turn into stormy waves at any time." The blonde asked with a worried look on her face.

"Losing one-ninth of one's essence is an extremely heavy loss even for an ancient Highness. Especially since she just woke up from a deep sleep, I'm afraid she won't let it go."

"Don't worry..." The old gentleman's cane clicked on the wooden board of the trestle, making a soft thumping sound.

"We are the master's direct subordinates, not her dependents. In fact, the other distinguished people in the organization have long wanted to teach her a lesson..."

He responded coldly:
  "So what if the qualification is the oldest? Human civilization has entered the 21st century, and the deterrent of wild natural forces has been greatly reduced. How much power can she draw from it?

Even now, he still clings to the arrogant and decadent style of the city-state era. He deserves to be tricked by a group of mortal pirates back then! "

"Mr. Duck, if you speak ill of someone behind their back, the consequences will be very serious if she hears it, especially if the other person is a petty... woman."

A strange voice that was neither male nor female quietly sounded in their minds, causing them to stop in shock and stand with their hands tied respectfully.

The old man carefully explained, "Your Highness, we are about to report to you that Sir Sombaji's ring in the wooden carving on the bow of the ship has been taken away by someone first. Because the Federation has recently arranged a large-scale divination and anti-divination ceremony here. , so it is difficult for us to trace its whereabouts, could you please use the field of [True Knowledge]..."

"It doesn't matter." The strange voice said relaxedly.

"It's no big deal if it's lost. It's okay to ask our Lady of the Sea to wake up and let her know... that we are her allies, not slaves!
  The temple on the top of the sacred mountain of Olympus has been away for thousands of years and has gone to the distant shore of time and space.

As an outcast, if you want to regain your old glory, you must first learn to adapt to the rules of the new era. "

He laughed softly and said: "Don't worry about this for now. I have insight into the whereabouts of another essence. You go to a trench in the Western Pacific and find a sleeping megalodon shark. Mrs. Qing's glasses are hidden in it. in stomach."

"Also, I have to correct one thing. She was not fooled by the pirates back then... but she was fooled by the pirates!"

The strange sound became ethereal, as if it was gradually fading away.

“Putting your own essence on the sealed object is to avoid the lowest point of the elemental tide, and distributing it to the pirate kings is even more magical!

——Human beings’ fear of the ocean can provide her with food, so can the fear of pirates also be included in it?

Ha ha……"

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"Cang! Cang!"

The bell of twelve o'clock at noon sounded on time from the St. Louis Cathedral, passing through the tall blue-gray spire and the pure white marble exterior wall, drifting towards the distant blocks.

The rich and melodious sound echoed among the buildings of different styles. Traditional federal-style townhouses have wide windows and colorful flowers and plants hanging from the balconies, which are gorgeous and fragrant all year round.

The doors of the Creole-style villa, which is used for both commercial and residential purposes, are wide open and the first floor facing the street is rented to merchants, welcoming visitors from all directions.
  The streets of France are bustling with crowds and tourists. Various languages ​​are spoken one after another, and all kinds of skin colors are mixed. People of color account for more than half, showing a chaotic and interesting different kind of vitality.

This is New Orleans, the multicultural capital of the New World.

Like most federal cities, the central city is only the residence of ordinary residents and the middle class. The garden mansions adjacent to the suburbs are where the upper class gathers.

A manor that occupies a large area is located here. Dense twining roses climb on the wrought iron fence. The fist-sized red flowers are in full bloom, filling the gaps in the railings, blocking every prying eye from the outside world.

Several North American golden bees vibrated their thin wings, chasing the sweet scent from a distance, and landed in the flower stamens.

After a while, they were covered in pollen but had no intention of returning to their nest. Instead, they got into a strange orange beehive in the courtyard.

It's as if the nectar here has some magic power that makes them linger.

"Crack."

A small white hand pulled out the beehive partition, took a look at the sparse golden honey stains on it, took a drop of it and put it in his mouth, curling his lips in disgust.

"Tch! That's it!"

Seeing her greedy look, the companion next to her sighed helplessly and closed the thick, old-fashioned wooden book.

"Maddie...the mentors have taught you many times that honey made from charming roses is an ingredient used to prepare love potions, not a snack for you to add to black tea or princess cakes."

Madison shook her golden twin ponytails and said nonchalantly:
  "Just eat a little, it doesn't matter. The sponsorship fee my father donates to the witch school every year is enough to buy a lot of charm honey."

Well, that’s a strong reason.

Facing such persuasive words from her best friend, Zoe was speechless and had to change the topic.

"Have you memorized all the information given by President Fiona?"

She rolled her waterfall-like hair with her fingers and asked doubtfully:

"Why are we suddenly asked to recite legends about the Aztec gods? The extraordinary sacrifices they left behind seem to have been cut off for a long time."

"Who knows?" Madison sat back on the comfortable recliner, opened a notebook with a black leather cover, and pouted her red lips.

"Nancy told me once that when she was practicing her gift of mind reading, she vaguely felt that Principal Cordelia was thinking about the words Aztec, Ancient God, and Relic..."

"You actually used telepathy on your tutor. It seems that I have to have a discussion with some witch directors on how to formulate a stricter school rule to control you lawless little guys!"

Looking at the blond woman who suddenly appeared with the fluctuation of space, the two girls hurriedly threw away their books and stood still with their eyebrows lowered.

"You want to know why you need to recite those materials?" Fiona Goode, the supreme leader of the Witch Sisters and the contemporary Supreme Witch, glanced at them indifferently.

"Come to the principal's office, it's time to tell you two little girls!"

(End of this chapter)