As Crane stared, crimson flames burst out and engulfed him.

By the time the fire had scattered sporadically, his figure had disappeared into the church of St. Samuel.

In an empty room in an ordinary hotel, Crane stepped out of the surging flames and began to arrange a ritual to ask for a gift.

Soon, the mysterious door formed by the candle flame opened, and an ancient ornament flew out of the endless darkness and landed on the altar.

The ornament appears to be made of gold, resembling a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames, and its bronze eyes shimmer in layers of light, as if hiding one illusory door after another.

Crane sincerely thanked the "Goddess of the Night" and ended the ceremony by picking up the bird-shaped gold ornament.

"This seems to be the legendary image of Gregaret, the ancestor of the immortal birds......

"This ancient god of death seems to have some authority over the 'apprentice' path in addition to his own path, which can be preliminarily confirmed from the ruins of the city-state that believed in immortal birds in the Godforsaken Lands......

"It's no wonder that most of the Old Gods have a hard time controlling their emotions and are on the verge of madness, no, they are constantly hovering between madness and reason...... Before the first 'Blasphemous Slab' appeared, all otherworldly beings had no concept of a sequence pathway, only the instinct of aggregation and fertility and blind attempts......" Crane sighed inwardly as he scrutinized the bird-shaped gold ornament.

As the owner of the Source Castle, he could perceive the subtle connection between this ornament and the River of Eternal Darkness.

Well, the water of the River of Eternal Darkness is certainly not a river in the true sense of the word, but an abstract concept or symbol. Crane nodded thoughtfully, and casually threw the bird-shaped gold ornament into the "Source Fort" and sealed it in the debris pile, so as not to cause any unnecessary accidents.

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

On a mountain peak outside the city of Baiam.

The "Red Angel" evil spirit watched as the edge of the sea gradually lit up, and an orange sun slowly detached from the horizon.

At some point, a young man wearing a peaked cap and a classical black robe appeared beside him.

The man was playing with a monocle made of crystal and put it in his right eye, which was none other than Amun, who had become Mr. "Wrong".

Soren Einhorn Medich glanced sideways at Amon and said:

"The one you got out to make a sacrifice turned out to be the main body. ”

"If it's not the main body, how can you have time to steal the ritual and replace Bethel?" Amon replied with a smile, "As a qualified 'conspirator', you shouldn't be unaware of this. ”

The "Red Angel" evil spirit sneered:

"How do I know you're not lying to me? Maybe you prejudged mine?"

Amon smiled, and instead of answering in a positive way, he pulled out a strange crown covered in rust and blood.

"It's your pay. He threw it to Soren Einhorn Medich.

After the "Red Angel" evil spirit caught this strange crown, he was a little surprised:

"Yo, I didn't even try to pay the bills. ”

"Acting in a way that doesn't match what you think is also a form of fraud. Amon pinched the monocle he was wearing in his right eye and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to you becoming the 'Red Priest' and devouring that witch, and when the time comes, your image will definitely be very interesting." ”

When he said this, Amun's smile was undisguised with a bad taste.

Sauron Einhorn Medich was silent for a moment and said:

"I don't think it's fundamentally different from now. ”

A bloody mouth split open on each of his faces, and quickly closed again.

Amon straightened the monocle he was wearing in his right eye, looked sideways at the other side of the sea, and said:

"The situation in the Western Continent seems interesting. ”

After saying that, this "wrong" gentleman, the former "angel of time", turned into light and dissipated.

The "Red Angel" evil spirit followed and looked at the place where Amon was looking, and threw down the strange crown in his hand.

On either side of his face, bloody mouths reappeared, and each spoke:

"After absorbing this extraordinary property, you'd better stay away from Bansey. ”

"If you want to grow breasts and swell, you can stay there. ”

Medici pursed his lips and said:

"Shouldn't that be your wish?"

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

Facing the altar full of materials and artifacts, Crane raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean, and all the clutter was sorted back to where they had been.

It was a "miracle" that stemmed from certain wishes that Klein had accumulated.

"Compared with the 'miracle masters' and 'secret attendants' in the past, the 'miracles' I can create are completely varied and very practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage classification, environmental protection, ......" Klein looked at the treated altar and laughed at himself.

He then opened the door and walked out into the street.

He wants to strengthen his humanity and initially stabilize his mental state by returning to reality and returning to human society-his current problem is more troublesome, involving the will to recover from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", if he can't suppress it first, he will go directly to Miss "Justice" for treatment, it will only pollute the other party and make his psychiatrist suffer from mental illness, of course, if Miss "Justice" can have a sequence 2 level, the impact will not be too great.

Now that Beckland has been rebuilt and the number of pedestrians coming and going has returned to near peak levels, Klein has just pushed open the door of the hotel when he hears a variety of voices:

"Wait! Wait!"

"Fresh marine fish from Pletzer Harbor has more spiny meat and is better for pan-frying!"

"Special ginger beer with muffins and french fries!"

"Fresh and hot oyster soup!"

"The freshest veggies!"

......

Most of these sounds come from the street vendors, and a few from passengers chasing public carriages or pedestrians being hit by a rusher, and the early morning picture unfolds with such noise, noise and chaos.

Crane listened to these cries, both strange and familiar, and stared at the scene in front of him silently, not moving for several minutes.

It wasn't until a thief approached that he put his hands in the pockets of his black tweed coat and walked into the nearest café.

"A good cup of coffee, a lamb stew with tender peas, a loaf of oatmeal. Klein said to the owner of the cheap café.

"It's 11p in total. The boss replied after mental arithmetic.

Then, he added:

"Now everything has gone up. ”

Crane didn't say anything, took a 1 sule bill from the "Fort Source" clutter and handed it to the boss.

He then sat down in a less greasy place on the table by the window, and pulled out a few tissues to use as cushions.

Then, Crane spread the letter paper and pulled out a dark red round-bellied absorbent fountain pen.

After looking at the early morning street scene and pedestrians for a long time, he finally put pen to paper:

"Dear Mr. Azik,

"I haven't written to you for another month, because I've had to sleep for a while. It's not hurt, it's a ritual necessity.

"When I woke up, walked into human society again, and walked out into the street, I suddenly remembered my life in Tingen.

"At that time, the morning was always noisy and noisy, and a large number of citizens left their homes to rush to factories and companies, and itinerant vendors gathered on the streets, selling vegetables, cooked food, and fruits of difficult quality, which were always cheap.

"I'll protect my wallet, squeeze carefully through them, make my way to the site, and wait with the crowd for the public carriage.

"I work for Black Thorn Security at 36 Zotland Street and have a great group of colleagues:

"Dunn Smith is the captain, he's the supervisor here, he's an experienced, kind, and responsible guy. He has a gentle personality, does things competently, and loves all the team members the same, the only drawback is that he doesn't remember very well, not too important things, and he may forget them when he turns his head, and his most common words are 'wait, there is one more thing', of course, there is a reason for this, he has lost too many companions, and he wants them to stay in his dreams, so he often can't tell which things belong to reality and which belong to dreams.

"Old Neil was my first occult teacher, and the most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement. He was always devised bizarre ritual magic to get help from the goddess, and some of them succeeded, and some of them had ridiculous accidents, and I can still recall them to this day. He is a very kind person, even if it is for the sake of a dream wish, he does not want to hurt others.

"Leonard is a poet with his own secrets, I initially thought he was very mysterious, a hidden, strong man who must be taken seriously, but later I found out that he was essentially a rough, simple, impulsive, rebellious, casual, not very polite young man, and besides, he really had no literary talent, and could only rely on memorization to complete the role, well, he barely had some advantages, he was quite brave, had a keen intuition and terrible reasoning ability in certain things, however, this was limited to certain things.

"Frye is an extraordinary person who looks cold and unapproachable, but in reality, he is very responsible, enthusiastic, and always able to lend his hand when others need help.

"Cohenley is very short, a former civilian who volunteered to become a full-fledged member. He is quite shrewd, but when it comes to a case, he never shirks. Every time he plays cards, he talks about his fiancée the most.

"Rosanne is the front desk of Black Thorn Security, she has a lively personality, a bit lazy, and is loved by everyone, and to us, she is like a sister. She loved each of us equally, but hated all of the regular team members very much, because her father was also an official extraordinary, and later died heroically in the line of duty. Perhaps, in her mind, the official team members can be equated with the person who received the critical illness notice.

"Mrs. Orianna is an accountant, a victim of an extraordinary case, she is delicate and gentle, pursues a refined life, usually does not talk much, but takes good care of everyone, and never embarrasses us financially, for example, she rarely rejects old Neil's reimbursement application, even if the reason is ridiculous, it is only left to the captain to decide.

"Ms. Siga Teang has rare gray hair and is an unsuccessful writer. She has an outstanding temperament and a quiet personality, not at all like an extraordinary person who fights in the dark. She was also brave and determined, and did not flinch even in the face of death.

"Ms. Luo Yao is very similar to Frye, both people who don't talk much but care a lot about their colleagues, well, except at the poker table.

"Bright was the best report-writer among the clerical staff, a romantic gentleman, and even though he had been married for fifteen years, he still loved his wife. I think he will live well because he lives by the adage that the less you know, the longer you live.

"Cezel Francis is our coachman, and he is a civilian, but he is often exposed to dangerous situations, so the captain entrusted him with the purchase and application of supplies. His presence is not high, which may be the key to his survival.

"I occasionally think that if it weren't for what happened later, I would still be living in Tingen now, going to work on time, taking turns underground, handling few cases, playing cards with my colleagues, and going to theater or circus shows with Melissa and Benson from time to time. If I can go home early one day, I study food, which is one of my great passions. At the end of the week, I may come to visit you and talk to you about the history of various fields......

"Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward and faces one change after another. ”