A month before Cole Sr. died, he had the same dream several times, and the dream was full of Cole Sr.'s death.

Later, he went to the carriage and horse shop to find Daniel, and it was a vague dream a few days ago that inspired him to ask Daniel for a job.

Of course, these dreams are just a few pictures, and they end in a short time.

Chris looked up at the somewhat gray sky due to the haze and thought to himself:

"If you dream the same thing again in the past two days, you have to see the church in the South Side. ”

There are two main churches in Federenburg, and the others are small branch churches, presided over by a priest sent by the main church, which can only accommodate forty or fifty people, so that the congregation can go to church on weekends.

The Church of the Constant Sun is in the East End, and the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom is in the South End. Thinking of the huge and magnificent appearance of the church in the dream, the huge mechanical clock on the front door is undoubtedly the main church in the south district.

On this night, the crimson moon rises.

On one of the streets in the southern district of Federenburg, the streets are much cleaner than those in the western district, because most of the people living here are of the middle class and some wealthy merchants. Of course, the houses here are also very magnificent.

At this time, a young man wearing a black coat and black twill thick flannel trousers was running rapidly, and the clothes on his body obviously had several cuts that seemed to have been cut by a knife, and slowly oozing dark red blood outward.

"Tsk, little mouse, you can't run away, I advise you to hand over your things obediently. ”

Then, a young red-haired man in a red woolen vest and blue jeans chuckled softly.

It seems that every time he takes a breath, red flames appear on the soles of the red-haired man's feet, and then he disappears strangely in place, and the next second, he appears a few meters away, moving so quickly.

"Tsk, I didn't expect a Sequence 9 scholar to be able to run like this, but I guess you don't have much strength anymore. ”

The red-haired man's evil face smiled, like a cat chasing a mouse, "Surrender obediently, your gods have abandoned you." ”

The man in black ignored the words behind him, sweat mixed with blood, and just buried his head in running. Only, just run to the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom.

Feeling his body becoming more and more weak due to excessive bleeding, the man in black hesitated, turned decisively, and ran in another direction.

"Hey, where did this guy run?" the red-haired man chased, finding that there was no target in front of him.

And in a dirty sewer not far away, the man in black was urgently bandaging his wound, thinking to himself:

"No, this will only confuse the enemy for a short time. I had to run to the church to get my stuff to be delivered and have a chance to live. ”

In the West End, Chris, who was already asleep, dreamed of last night's scene again, but in contrast to it, there was more of a letter, a letter from a man in black. Then, there's the image of Chris picking up the shiny stone.

During the day the next day, Chris began to pull the carriage around the South End.

After searching for a while near the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom, I found the street in my dream, a clean and lively street with people hurrying around.

Chris began to ponder:

"Who is the man in the dream? I'm going to find him, what is that stone, and what does it mean to me?"

With that, Chris locked the carriage and crouched down on the side of the street where he could see both the church and the cart.

There was no way, the carriage was stolen, and Chris was cold, and he couldn't afford to pay for a carriage.

Before he knew it, Chris was waiting until the evening.

On this day, Billy has been walking around the sewers, not daring to go out directly during the day, for fear that the enemy is waiting for him nearby.

He no longer has the strong spirit of last night. Several wounds on his body continued to ooze blood, his pale face due to excessive blood loss revealed anxiety, and his mouth was chattering with fear, and there was a faint tendency to get out of control.

He said with difficulty: "I have to get out quickly!"

As a wild extraordinary, he has been careful all these years, and he does not dare to easily reveal his identity as an extraordinary. Even the Church of the Gods of Machines and Intelligence is much more lenient than other churches in dealing with the Wild Extraordinary.

He was a lecturer at the University of Federenburg and by chance became a "scholar".

Since then, his comprehension and learning skills have improved dramatically, and his memory has been able to memorize. He felt so comfortable, he thought he could swim in the ocean of knowledge like this all the time.

Until two days ago, he met a dying member of the "Punisher" in a remote place outside the city.

The blood stains on the ground were shocking, and the faint spirituality was sealed within the spiritual wall, which must have been the murderer's means to prevent the local "punishers" from discovering it in time.

The "Discipliner" is a powerful armed group of the Church of the God of Machines and Wisdom, in addition to the clergy at the grassroots level, responsible for dealing with extraordinary cases that the police cannot handle, and secretly protecting the safety of the church and the city.

He couldn't understand that the murderer must be a powerful extraordinary, a member who could forcibly kill the "punisher", why not take away the extraordinary characteristics that were about to be precipitated?

A dying member of the "Punisher" spotted him and recognized him as an extraordinary being, and the member pulled a letter from his bosom and begged him to hand it over to the church as soon as possible, saying that it was a matter of life and death for Federenburg.

Billy shuddered, hesitated, he didn't know whether to take the letter or not, whether to trust him or not. He had always been timid, and he had seen or heard of all kinds of deaths of too many wild extraordinary.

He was so timid that he even knew the potion recipe for "Arcanist" in the "Scholar" path sequence 8, but he didn't take the initiative to find the corresponding potion, he was afraid that he would fail in promotion, and he still had a lot of knowledge to learn.

And if you fail to be promoted by drinking the potion, there is only one result, which is to lose control and become a monster or die directly.

But he still took the bloody letter with a shudder, and then, while the spiritual wall was still not gone, he quickly put away the extraordinary properties of the "Arcanist" that had gradually precipitated after the man's death.

Then he was hunted down for two days.

He wasn't far from the church last night, but he knew to himself that he was just fighting his breath, that he had no stamina, and that he would definitely be caught before he arrived. So he was in a hurry and hid in the sewers. I thought about stopping the bleeding and then continuing to run for my life.

But he underestimated his injuries, and he was bleeding more and more, but he couldn't stop it.

"Damn, is this the opponent's extraordinary ability, or is the enemy's weapon a magical item?"

"It's already night, and if I don't go out, I'll die of excessive bleeding!"

Billy wandered through the sewers near the church, and finally, with a vague memory, walked to the sewers near the church of the God of Machines and Intelligence.

Pulling out his pocket watch, it was already eleven o'clock, and Billy crawled to the top of the sewer with his waist bent, quietly listening to the movement outside, ready to rush out in the dark......

As the red moon rose, crimson dreamy moonlight shone on Chris's face.

It's been 10 years since I came to this world, and I still don't get used to this kind of moonlight, and I always feel that it is indescribably weird.

Chris got up and hid in a nearby wooden box, which had a two-finger-width slit that gave him a rough view of the outside.

And just like that, Chris spent hours unknowingly in a small, dark space.

The bell of the "Ding Dong" church at 12 o'clock remembers.

"It's so late," Chris thought, "hey, let's come back tomorrow, I've wasted a day today, I haven't earned a penny, and I'm going to have to pay for it tomorrow." ”

And at the moment when the bell rang, Chris saw a black figure rushing out of the sewer on the side of the street.

Frightened, Chris's heart beat faster and he hurriedly held his breath.

It was too late, and almost at the same moment, another figure came out of a nearby alley.

"Tsk, dear scholar sir, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and this dagger of mine can't wait to drain your blood. The red-haired man smiled playfully, and stuck out his tongue to lick the dark red dagger in his hand.