With the extraordinary materials he could get his hands on, Donnie couldn't ask for anything more now.

Of course, it's still unknown whether we can get our hands on those things.

Just as Downey was indulging in meditation and couldn't help himself, Brudenburg and elsewhere received news that the city of York was sinking under the sea.

This is obviously big news, no less than the disappearance of Mizuri and the destruction of Pokins by the earthquake.

Due to the size of the city of York, the destruction of the city even dealt a heavy blow to the Commonwealth.

This incident also caused the transcendent world to fall into an eerie calm, no matter who it was, there was no idea of jumping out to make trouble for himself now, even the weirdness that often couldn't get along with Fort 13 was now hiding.

It was already obvious what Fortress Thirteen would do next, and there was definitely a group of transcendents who would be used as targets to assert their authority over the entire transcendent world.

At this time, no one would touch the brow of Fort Thirteen, and for a while, the entire Federation calmed down.

If nothing else, this will continue for a long time until the rumors have subsided.

Downey also felt a rare sense of relaxation, and in this case, the vampires would probably not make any more trouble.

"You only need to dissolve these spiritual silk threads and release the paper goblins, and this period of time will pass peacefully."

Donnie thought to himself, secretly thinking about what he would do next.

"If Fort Thirteen can really restore peace to this land, I'll stay here for granted. If I can't, I should look elsewhere. ”

There are many unknown places in the secret realm, or simply remnants of other civilizations, and these places are likely to have some benefits, but also great risks.

Since he had been here three hundred years earlier, some of the ruins in Downey's memory had not appeared at all, and even if he knew where they were, they would not have been able to reach them, or the benefits he had obtained were not proportional to the risks he had.

But it wasn't hard to find some places to explore, and Downey didn't do anything before because he had too much to do and was short on time.

"I have to spare some time this year, at least in the ruins of the wasteland in the northwest side of the Federation, I must not give up!"

Of course, Donnie had a plan in mind, most of the ruins he knew were not discovered until three hundred years later, and as long as he didn't make too many changes in this era and didn't have a very big impact on the timeline, at least most of the 'treasure places' in the secret realm could still be preserved.

When Donnie separated from the agents of Fort Thirteen and arrived at this Brudenburg, it was just noon, and after a period of rest and reflection, it was now six o'clock in the evening.

Downey put his gray, inconspicuous suit on his body and opened the door to the outside.

As he walked down the street, he heard mostly talk about the destruction of the city of York.

"The city of York is by the sea, we are also by the sea, and it is not particularly far away, why don't we feel anything?"

Almost everyone has such questions, but they are destined to go unanswered, at least not in the near future.

Downey shook his head, ready to eat at a barbecue restaurant that he had been looking forward to, but at this moment, a strangely shaped carriage suddenly came galloping from the street.

The carriage looked very old, the body made of wood had already shown a shiny pulp, and Downey's eyes were the two horses pulling the cart. These are two skeleton horses, but they have mechanical wings on their backs.

The carriage shuttled through the people and cars on the street, and even the buildings, sometimes stretched, sometimes squeezed, and when it was impossible to hide, the two horses would spread their metal wings and pull the carriage to fly slowly.

"In the current transcendent world, apart from the thirteenth fortress and the church, they are the only ones who are so swaggering, right?" Donnie thought to himself, standing still and waiting for the carriage to arrive.

He seemed to have some kind of beacon on his body, and when the flying carriage squeezed out of the two light-lit apartments, it stopped in front of him.

"Mercury Express, Mr. Donne?" After the rattle rang at this moment, a crisp child's voice appeared next to the car.

In the secret realm, when non-players mail things to players, they often choose express companies with a name similar to a certain god, and the authority held by this god is related to speed, theft, etc.

But instead of founding the Church, His followers created corporations in such an otherworldly world. Downey doesn't know why.

In front of the dilapidated carriage sat a young boy with a large leaf on his head, and he had just asked.

"Yes, I am." Downey apparently used a pseudonym, but that didn't affect anything.

If nothing else, the childlike extraordinary person in front of him was older than Donnie's, and he had mastered divine arts, and few people could deceive them.

"Well, Mr. Moore has sent you something, sign for it."

As he spoke, a hand stretched out from the carriage, and in addition to a sealed space bag, there was also a slip.

Donnie opened the seal of the space bag, took a look at the contents and signed Donny's name.

"Happy working together!" Before Tong Yin could finish speaking, the carriage had already rushed into the sky and quickly disappeared.

Donnie looked around, and the people around him seemed to be completely unconcerned about them.

"Moore is fast enough, and I don't know what happened after I left, but it looks like the Burning River should be solved this way."

That's a good thing for Donnie, too, but he's now ignoring the threat of a brimstone city.

Donnie took out the contents of the disposable space bag and put them in the empty wing backpack, and the idea of eating dinner was dispelled by these otherworldly materials.

But Donnie randomly remembered that he didn't have the tools to make potions.

Downey had a set of potions tools before, but he had been involved in troubles many times, and these unimportant things had been destroyed or lost.

After all, the space in the air-wing backpack is limited, so there are always some trade-offs.

A common set of tools is naturally not a problem for raising you, but when he finds the shops opened by the transcendents, he finds that they are all closed.

"I really didn't expect these transcendents to be so cautious, could it be that I am too bold?" Donnie thought to himself, and walked back with nothing, and by this time, the bright moonlight had shone on the city.