Beckland, a temple-like basement.

Mr. A, dressed in a black robe with a hood, sat quietly in front of the upside-down statue of the giant god and did not move for a long time.

Suddenly, he tilted his ear, as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A jerked up his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm.

He shoved the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.

Grunt!

Mr. A's throat squirmed, and he swallowed his bitten finger into his abdomen.

His body trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible man.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood flowing from the wound.

Those words were not the language of giants, dragons, or Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most ordinary and ordinary Rune.

The bright red color quickly condensed, and the words were pieced together into several paragraphs:

"Found:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist;

"The King of Yellow and Black who rules good fortune.

"Dependents and believers, in Beckland. ”

As the "Apocalypse" ended, Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew from the wound.

He buried his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up a little in the shadows.

"Only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrates on the ground, as if he has found a meaning in existence.

............

The Silver City, the upper part of the Round Tower.

Lovia walked to the window and looked down at the candle flame in the darkness, her expression gradually softening.

After some time, she heard a knock on the door.

"Your Excellency?" said Lovia, smiling, turning lightly.

The door is windless and automatic, opening to the back.

Standing outside was none other than Colin Iliad the "Demon Hunter", dressed in a brown coat with a sash studded with a dark checkered belt around his waist.

"Lovia, the anomaly of the members of the exploration team has been confirmed. "As the captain, whether you have any problems or not, you must go to the dungeon for seven days and be baptized with the 'Crown of Glory', you should know very well that this is the rule. ”

Without the slightest anger, Lovia smiled calmly:

"I know I'm ready to stay in the dungeon for a long time, and when it's over, if you're not at ease, I'll be okay with any arrangement. ”

As she spoke, she walked to the door and crossed over Colin the Demon Hunter face to face.

Colin turned in silence and followed her diagonally, descending the spiraling staircase.

Halfway through, the two heard heart-rending cries and shouts.

"Is it starting again?" asked Lovia, with a slightly confused expression.

Colin nodded and replied hoarsely:

"Well, this is our fate that we can't escape......"

At this moment, in the middle floor of the round tower, inside a hall.

The members of the Exploration Team and the few of their additionally tainted Silver City residents were being crushed in place by the divine brilliance that seemed to be like substance, unable to move, as if they were carrying a giant mountain on their backs.

A dark-skinned couple in their forties, each holding a straight sword with an intricate pattern, walked up to a young man in his early twenties.

The young man's body had crumbled, like a puddle of flesh, but his head was intact, except for the thin, blood-colored whiskers.

When he saw the couple coming, he cried out in horror:

"Dad, Mommy, what are you going to do?

"Didn't you say that we would eat roasted iron scorpions together tonight?

"Dad, Mom, I've caught a lot of iron scorpions for you......"

The couple couldn't bear to look sideways, but the straight sword in their hand was raised high

After two pops, the young man stopped crying, convulsed first, and then lost all signs of life.

On the other side, a teenage girl also raised a straight sword with an intricate pattern and stabbed her sister with tears in her eyes.

The woman lying on the ground suddenly laughed, and said in a soft tone:

"After today, you have to live on your own, don't be naïve anymore......

The girl's vision was blurred with tears, and the straight sword in her hand stopped in mid-air.

However, a strong palm pressed against the back of her hand and jerked forward.

Burst!

The girl froze there, as if she could not hear anything, could not see anything.

This is the ancient curse that hangs over everyone in Silver City, and one must kill his own blood relatives with his own hands in order to prevent him from turning into a terrible and strange evil spirit after death.

Therefore, even if Duck has completely transformed into a monster and has been polluted by an unknown being, which is not worth interrogating, the "shadow" monitor did not dare to kill him on the spot, but tried to control it, bring it back to the Round Tower, and wait for his parents, otherwise things will be even more troublesome.

The members of the exploration team who were also contaminated were being treated unchanged for more than 2,000 years, and although no one knew if they would change after death in this state, no one dared to gamble.

Fortunately, the population of Silver City is not too large, and it is trapped in one place, under the arrangement of high-level generations, there are not a few who are related to each other by blood, even if it must be limited to three generations, it can be found better.

Because of this, when arranging the patrol team list, the extraordinary person in charge must first consider the blood factor to prevent accidents.

For the exploration team, the requirements are not so strict, because their mission is often deep into the darkness, and it is extremely far away from Silver City, even if they die, even if they mutate, it will not affect everyone's safety.

Once a resident no longer has blood relatives within three generations, he will be strictly monitored, and if he is seriously ill or visibly senile, he will be immediately sent into the depths of darkness, away from Silver City.

When Hudel, the leader of the former exploration team who was previously isolated in the dungeon, changed, there were actually three elders in the Round Tower, but in the end, it was only the "Chief" Colin Iliad who could only try to seal it.

Because that Hudel was his brother-in-law.

"Shepherd" Lovia and "Demon Hunter" Colin silently entered the bottom of the Round Tower, and in the company of several Knights of Dawn, they reached the depths of the dungeon.

Soon, the two stopped outside a cell, and the Knights of Dawn were scattered in the distance.

Unusually, Lovia walked into a room with only a bed, a table, and a candle.

Before the metal door closed, she turned around, looked at Colin the "Demon Hunter" with pale gray eyes, and said calmly:

"Your Excellency, 'Chief', you told me that when the inhabitants of Silver City stay away from here and die in the depths of darkness, they will not immediately mutate into evil spirits, and will have to wait for several days, so the rest of the exploration team has plenty of time to distance themselves. ”

Colin nodded, indicating that it was.

Lovia closed her eyes and smiled a little sadly:

"During an expedition two months ago, one of the team members died in front of me.

"I pretended to be separated from the rest of the team and waited there for five days, but he didn't turn into an evil spirit. ”

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked at her in silence and said nothing until the metal door clanged shut and the seal took shape.

............

Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Crane waited for a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the crimson star, which symbolized the little "sun", had not changed.

It should have been a success...... He rubbed his forehead, wrapped himself in spirituality, and fell back into the real world.

As soon as he felt the presence of his body, Klein tasted the cold.

He sneezed, quickly lifted the spiritual wall, and re-burrowed into the bed.

Sadly, his bedding was already cold.

Fortunately, after entering the gray fog, my body has been protected to a certain extent, otherwise I am afraid that I will catch a cold tomorrow...... Crane wrapped his body tightly around the quilt and sighed.

Now this state reminds him of a witty saying he heard in his previous life:

Heating is basically based on shaking......

Before the bed warmed up again, he could only wander his mind and consider all kinds of problems.

Hey, I don't seem to have anything too urgent lately, the "Magician's Code" has been summarized, even if I don't challenge the impossible anymore, just do the normal "performance", and I can digest the potion step by step around the New Year, my next main arrangement is to collect the extraordinary materials of the "Faceling" potion and accumulate the corresponding money, but this is not in a hurry...... The tight strings in Klein's mind gradually softened, and he suddenly had the idea of resting for two or three days.

As the bed warmed up, he fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up, he happened to hear the church bell striking eight times in a row.

Crane stretched out his arm, felt the cold outside, and silently shrank back.

It seems to have cooled down again today...... There's nothing to do in a hurry, it seems like you can sleep in...... He closed his eyes again in a relaxed state.

But after only a while, he heard the gurgling of his stomach and felt the swelling of his lower abdomen.

Life is really full of difficult choices...... Crane muttered.

After struggling with those two feelings for about ten minutes, he finally gave up, jerked the quilt up, and rushed to the bathroom next door.

After changing his clothes and washing up, he went down to the first floor, turned out the ingredients, and prepared to make Fenerport noodles.

This time, he didn't plan to use the meat sauce he bought, he wanted to try the meat sauce that he had only made two days ago, which was made by carefully selecting the ingredients and stir-frying according to the taste in his memory, although the taste was difficult to really restore because some of the ingredients in the two worlds were always a little different, but after Klein tasted it, he thought it was still good.

It didn't take long for him to eat Fenerport noodles with sauce and pork sauce and thought it was a good morning.

Adhering to the traditions of this world, he flipped through the newspaper while eating, and was the first to confirm that the old gentleman "Eyes of Wisdom" had not yet placed an advertisement.

Based on those thoughts last night, Klein decided to have fun today, so he thought about whether to go to a concert, or to an opera, or to a play.

Admission to many concert halls in the Westend, Hilston, and Joewood boroughs costs at least 6 suckers, and if you meet a well-known musician, you can even count pounds, and professional concert halls for civilians cost 6 to 9p, and open to those with spare money in the East End for only 1p...... Klein flipped through the corresponding materials to pick out today's entertainment.

It was then that he heard the sound of the doorbell.

Jingle bell.