Meeting

Yes, the White Eye could even analyze the source of a Beyonder characteristic. In just a few seconds, it had analyzed the main ingredient formula of a Sequence 9 Reader through the blue gem that represented Sequence 8!

I feel that if I activate the Eye of Pure White two or three more times like before, I should be able to completely analyze the Reader formula… However, I can't rush it. I'll wait until tonight. I don't want to be forced to be unconscious for another morning.

While cursing inwardly, Liu Bo used a candle to light up the two pieces of paper with the analysis results and summary of the Eye of Pure White's current functions, reducing them to ashes. Although it was written in simplified Chinese, there was a senior like Roselle in this world. Even if he didn't understand the meaning, it would be very troublesome if others saw it.

After burning the note, Liu Bo stood up and stretched. Then, he put on his shoes and prepared to go out to eat something. He also wanted to figure out the exact date. Before the original Klein died, due to the erosion of the Beyonder characteristic and the changes in his family, he had been living in a daze. His days were numbered. And he had many plans that could only be launched after confirming the time he arrived.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and there were already many pedestrians on the street. There was an endless stream of shouts and greetings. Liu Bo looked at the realistic and lively scene before him and sighed in his heart. "Looks like I can't go back… From now on, I'm Ebner Bryan!"

It wasn't difficult to confirm the date. Ebner easily resolved the problem after buying a copy of the Backlund Post that day.

Looking at the words "May 29th, 1349, Tuesday" on the first page of the newspaper, Ebner heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he teased in his heart, "I came a month earlier than Mr. Fool. That's not too bad. It would be terrible if I passed through after he fell asleep." After all, by then, not only would I lose the advantage of knowing the plot, but I would also be closer to the apocalypse!

While thinking, Ebner strolled into a small restaurant by the side of the road. There were not many people in the restaurant, or rather, there was basically no one. This was because most of the residents in the East Borough were poor. They might not even be able to eat a full meal every day, let alone go to the restaurant. Secondly, it was already time for work. Most of the fixed customers of this restaurant had already gone to the factory to work.

Therefore, the slightly relaxed Ebner was more eye-catching, causing the waitress in front of the counter to take a few more glances.

Ebner could not help but sigh. Both he and the Host were incompatible with this place!

He needn't have mentioned it himself. The proprietor had done so because Ebner had been the only son of a wealthy merchant half a month ago. His father ran the grain business, and his mother was keen on having parties with her neighbors and friends. Not only did his family own a terrace house in Cherwood Borough, but they also owned a mansion with a garden near the Church of St. Hierland in St. George Borough.

Ebner himself was sent to public school by his father to prepare for his future college entrance.

However, the Kingdom's Grain Act was abolished more than half a month ago, and the price of grain fell to a low point. As a great grain merchant, his father, who had stockpiled quite a bit of grain, went bankrupt because of this. All of his family's assets were auctioned off before he was barely able to pay off his debts. His mother had a mental problem because of the fall in quality of life. She had been confused by a merchant from Midseashire, and in the end she had no idea where she had been mugged. His father had also committed suicide because he couldn't stand the double blow.

Ebner, who was in boarding school at the time and was preparing for his graduation exam, was thunderstruck when he heard the news. As a result, he spent the rest of his days in a daze.

Thankfully, he still had some good friends and classmates in the public school. They sympathized with Ebner and gathered some pocket money to help him bury his father and rent a one-bedroom house in East Borough as a place to stay.

As he recalled the past, Ebner touched the hidden pocket sewn into his pocket. There were about three pounds in total. Although it wasn't a lot of money, and his classmate's pocket money wasn't too ridiculous, it was still considered a huge sum in East Borough!

After taking out 10 pence and buying a breakfast, Ebner ate while thinking about what he had not summarized at home, or what he did not dare to write on the paper.

Blocking the knowledge of Outer Deities and preventing me from remembering potion formulas above that of a demigod is clearly my cheat code! The former allows me to avoid being corrupted due to my "understanding," while the latter prevents me from being discovered by top Sequence Beyonders too early. After all, it's still alright if I'm a Low- or Mid-Sequence Beyonder, but High-Sequence formulas are in the hands of a few people or factions. If I were to know the formula for no reason, it would inevitably arouse their interest. This isn't something that can be done without revealing it. After all, some deities are known as omniscient! Heh, perhaps my cheat code's abilities aren't limited to that. Most of its powers are probably helping me hide the deities and the Great Old Ones? Perhaps I should join the Tarot Club and use Sefirah Castle to conceal it. That way, I can liberate more of my cheat code?

Just as Ebner was daydreaming, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a blue uniform walked in. His face was full of worry. He first looked around for a while, then found a conspicuous seat, sat down, and ordered a cup of coffee.

Ebner only took a glance at him and could tell from the details of his actions and appearance that this man should be a skilled worker with a decent income. This was one of the benefits of improved insight.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened again, and a short girl, who was at most 1.5 meters tall, walked in with steady steps. Her cheeks were a little chubby, and her facial features were delicate and gentle. Although she had messy, shoulder-length yellow hair and was wearing a traditional knight training suit, she had indescribable dignity and charm.

Ebner's gaze was instantly attracted by this girl. It was not that he was attracted by her beauty, but the extraordinary aura she gave off almost caused his pure white eyes to automatically open, and he fell unconscious on the spot.

He rubbed his temples and forced himself to look away, but he couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly. As expected of Backlund. I can even encounter Beyonders in such poor restaurants! However, I have to learn from the novels where Klein activates his Spirit Vision and sets a hint of the pure white eye to prevent myself from nearly losing my composure.

The girl who just entered looked at Ebner strangely. She felt that the look in this person's eyes was indescribable, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she walked straight to the man in work clothes and asked solemnly, "Mr. Rian Hardy?"

The man hurriedly stood up as though he had been frightened and replied respectfully, "It's me! Are you the famous Arbiter, Miss Xio?"

The girl named Xio nodded and said, "That's right. Don't be reserved. Sit down. Why did you get someone to find me? Please explain everything clearly!" With that said, she took the lead to sit opposite the man.

The middle-aged man, Rian, hurriedly nodded and returned to his seat. He called the waiter over and ordered a cup of coffee for Xio.

Ebner had already finished his breakfast and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the words' Xio 'and' Arbiter '. He narrowed his eyes and was in no hurry to get up.

This girl can't be the future Miss Judgment of the Tarot Club, right? Yes, her name matches. Her looks and clothes match the description in the novel, especially her height… In addition, the dignified aura she exudes… Is this a manifestation of the potion's power that hasn't been fully restrained after taking the potion? Ebner subconsciously made a deduction, and he increasingly felt that his judgment wasn't wrong because Mr. Rian had already mentioned his predicament.

It turned out that Mr. Rian was originally a steam mechanic with a good income, but his son had a strange illness a while ago. In order to treat his son, he had no choice but to borrow from a gang leader in the East Borough. However, due to the trap in the loan contract, he discovered that the interest was several times higher than he had expected. Even if he went bankrupt, he wouldn't be able to repay it! With no results from his negotiations with the leader, he had no choice but to accidentally hear the name Arbiter Xio Derecha. This was why he got someone to ask Xio for help, hoping that she could convince her to waive the unreasonable portion.

"This is the case where Xio first tried to convince Xio physically, but ended up in prison, right?" Ebner stroked his chin. After recognizing Xio, he had wanted to strike up a conversation with her to form a good relationship, but he realized that he lacked a suitable entry point, and he temporarily didn't have the ability to help her.

I can get to know her in the name of selling the Arbiter's Sequence 8 formula. Unfortunately, without a reliable Arbiter or host, she won't be able to determine the authenticity of the formula, so she definitely won't buy it… From the looks of it, I have another reason to join the Tarot Club. There might not be a more convenient and safer trading platform than Sefirah Castle in this world. Even in the few reliable Beyonder gatherings in Backlund, once I sell too many formulas, it will definitely attract greed and danger.

While Ebner was secretly sighing, Xio had already ended her conversation with Rian. She told him that she would conduct an investigation and told him to wait in peace. There would be an outcome in two or three days. With that said, Xio stood up and walked out without any hesitation. She only gave Ebner another serious look before leaving, as though she was memorizing his appearance.

Miss Judgment's intuition is very sharp. My Eye of Pure White nearly activated previously, but it still alerted her! Ebner knew Xio's attitude well and wasn't nervous. After all, this lady was a kind and upright person, so she wouldn't harm him.

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Elsewhere, Xio returned to her rented apartment and saw the famous author who was lying on the sofa like a salted fish. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but say, "Fors, I just received a mission and need your help."