Transcendent Dawn

"Mary, clean up the bathroom."

Sulu walked down the stairs slowly and said to the maid.

"Yes, sir!"

Mary went upstairs with the bucket and rag, and immediately there was an exclamation: "Goddess..."

There seemed to be some words behind her, but she lowered her voice.

"Harlock, look after your home!"

Sulu smiled and said to Harlock.

Erha raised his head and stared at him with a puzzled expression, sniffed his nose, then lowered his dog's head lazily.

"As for you...Margaret!"

Sulu called his female tenant: "You are free..."

He handed several manuscripts to Margaret: "This is the occult knowledge left by your grandfather...it's just a manuscript, and the original is in the police station."

"Thank... thank you."

Margaret was a little puzzled, but accepted it with great joy: "Thank you for your Lory Day gift!"

oops! Suffered! I forgot to buy a present for my husband.

The girl glanced at Sulu with a worried expression.

"You're welcome...you can leave now, if you meet those big snake believers you mentioned, please bring my greetings!"

Sulu felt that he had to take the initiative.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedroom, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a weird smile.

Immediately, his body gradually became illusory and invisible.

"Nice job!"

The real Sulu walked out of the wardrobe and watched the shadow clone disappear.

Today's shadow clone, within the scope of control, can perfectly complete all his ideas, and it feels like he has two perspectives. And because it is originally a 'shadow' and 'illusion', you can pinch your face as much as you want, such as pretending to be him today.

In the experiment just now, even Harlock couldn't find any abnormalities.

"In this way... I can go to Owen's dinner party."

Sulu glanced at the attribute bar:

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Name: [Sulu Botley]

Occupation: [Thaumaturgy] (Tier 3), [Shadow Warrior] (Tier 3)

Class: [3]

Title: [Black Knight]

Strength: [2.4], Dexterity: [6.0], Constitution: [4.0], Spirit: [10.0]

Inspiration: [8.0] (10.0)

Skills: [Corpse Princess Creation LV1], [Marga Fighting LV7], [Soul Out of Body LV6], [Spirit Pressure LV4], [Spiritual Chain LV1], [Magical Item Production LV4], [Potion Refining LV1] , [Psychic Art LV1], [Shadow Clone LV1]

Passive: [Common Hebrew LV3], [Basic Physics LV5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge LV4], [Ancient Hebrew LV3], [Ancient Hebrew LV4], [Mysterious Knowledge LV5], [Strong LV4], [Smart Steps LV1], [Words of Arrogance LV1]

XP: [20]

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"The experience value is still not enough,

In fact, I also want to improve the subsidiary skills of [Thaumaturgist], as well as [Natural Steps], [Spiritual Chains], etc. Unfortunately, the clone skills of [Shadow Warrior] are more suitable for nighttime adventures. "

"As for future career planning... [Thaumaturgist]'s follow-up [Dream Maker] has not been found yet, but [Dimension Walker]'s requirements seem to be easier to meet... In the future, I must hurry up and exercise... Although I will not be able to do it in the near future. Ready to move up the ranks."

Now that he has both careers at Tier 3, he is fully confident of single-handedly fighting any Tier 4 professional.

However, the improved soul essence has led to the continuous reduction of the harvested "true spirit experience", which must be settled for a period of time to accumulate more experience points.

...

night.

In front of Owen's villa, the water in the fountain reflects various lights.

Luxurious and distinguished carriages parked in front of the villa, and a few well-dressed gentlemen and ladies came down.

They were all figures in the high-class circles of Rory City. They gathered together at this time and were invited to come here to celebrate the birthday of Owen Dogwell, the heir of the Dogwell family.

In the hall, a specially invited music group is playing hard.

The violin and cello converged into a melodious symphony, and there were already pairs of men and women dancing on the dance floor.

Sulu was wearing a neat tuxedo and a black tie, holding a glass of champagne, quietly watching the scene.

‘Owen still couldn’t disobey his father’s will, so he had to preside over the celebration here...is this the horror of the curse of fate? '

He is very interested in this curse, its subsequent development, and even the suspected 'Speaker'.

But without a doubt, on this night, this villa is the most dangerous place in Raleigh City, bar none!

Therefore, Sulu chose to use the shadow clone to come, and the main body was in ambush outside, ready to escape or respond at any time.

'The current avatar...can only imprint the ability of [Kage Warrior], which is a pity, otherwise, I would like to take a closer look at that ancient well...'

But if the main body wants to watch it, Sulu will definitely not do it.

He didn't want to lose his life just to satisfy his curiosity.

In the world of occultism, curiosity and danger can almost be equated.

If he hadn't acquired the clone ability this time, he wouldn't have the guts to come to the dinner party.

"A very ordinary banquet..."

He had no inspiration, but Sulu still had keen observation skills. He walked around without a trace, and found nothing wrong except for the garden.

"Um?"

When he came to the corridor, he suddenly froze, looking at the row of oil paintings above.

Those were the ancestors of the Dougwell family, whom Irving had introduced before.

But now, the decaying canvases have been visibly restored to a new shine, and every figure is brought to life.

Johnny, Ernest, and Owen Jr. and Owen Big!

"People in the Dougwell family are all very similar in appearance, with blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and obvious features..."

Sulu glanced at Big Owen and felt that he looked familiar.

He looked at the introduction below: "Owen Dougwell,???—154, the first official head of the Dougwell family in the historical records, participated in the construction and naming of Rory City..."

"This ancestor of the Dougwell family, whose birth is unknown, died in 154 of the federal calendar? It's similar to my previous speculation... He is not bad, he laid the foundation of the Dougwell family, and may be a professional By."

Compared with the Botley family, although the Dougwell family is low-key, they are very connotative.

The head of the family is almost the 'chairman' of every generation of the shadow council, and now he almost secretly controls the entire city! Just for this, Sulu felt that the ancestors of the Botley family would blush.

"If I were Owen...the start must be faster, and there must be more choices..."

At this moment, he heard the music suddenly excited.

Amidst the applause, Owen, who was dressed in retro costumes and pale, was being ushered into the banquet center by a middle-aged man.

His expression was blank and terrified, like a helpless elk.

"Is that the dream costume that Owen has been complaining about?"

Sulu looked over and saw that Owen was wearing a red dress, which had the taste of a standard military uniform, and there was room on the shoulders and chest for hanging medals.

"It's just...it feels a bit too retro, at least it was a popular style a hundred years ago."

He complained, suddenly froze, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

"Almost... exactly the same!"

Sulu raised his head, looked at Dougwell's oil painting of the first Patriarch, and at Owen on the dance floor, his lips moved, but there was no sound.

On the oil painting, the clean-up big Owen has a playful expression, and his wise eyes are looking straight over.