Verdu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and developed an indescribable sense of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, obviously there was no real danger, just a drop of liquid of unknown origin fell from a high place, which sent chills down his spine and his pores tightened.

Maybe it's because the environment is too eerie and deadly, or maybe it's because the identity and origin of the liquid are unknown...... Verdu cautiously took two steps outward, patiently observing.

For the next few minutes, no more anomalies occurred, and no more liquid fell from the heights.

This gave Verdu a reasonable suspicion that there was just a bird passing by, with a sea fish or a freshwater fish from the island's stream in its mouth, and a slightly viscous liquid falling from the surface of the fish.

He calmed down and checked the ruins of the telegraph office.

Nearly ten minutes passed, and Verdu preliminarily confirmed that there were only traces of blood and simple frescoes related to the occult, which was worth studying.

Instead of recklessly picking up blood-colored dirt and rubbing bizarre murals, he took out a crystal ball of pure dreams from his coat pocket.

As an "astrologer", he certainly has to use what he does best to confirm whether to take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand and caressing it with his right hand, Verdu entered the state of "astrology".

In the next second, the crystal ball bloomed brightly.

Bang!

It exploded, throwing debris in all directions.

...... Verdur's gaze froze, and he froze in place, ignoring the pain of the splinters inserting into his body.

"It exploded...... It exploded......" he whispered to himself in unacceptable terms.

The crystal ball fragments inserted into his body didn't seem to break through the classical robe, and they all fell one after another, unstained with blood.

Of course, there were a small number of crystal ball fragments left on Verdu's jaw and face, creating one small wound after another.

"Who?" Veldur awoke and turned to look to the other side.

From the ruins on the opposite side, a figure walked out, it was the slightly scantily clad girl on the pirate ship.

She had been well hidden and had not been detected by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball had startled her, causing her to react aggressively and obviously, causing her to fail in her stealth attempt.

Verdu's injured face suddenly distorted a little:

"Why are you here?"

The girl curled the corners of her mouth and put on a gesture of disappointment:

"This is Bansi Harbor, not your home, why can't I be here?

"I'm bored, get off the boat and take a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry from the ruins, no problem, right?"

She asked two questions in a row, not at all far away from Verdu.

Instead of arguing with her, Verdu took out the ointment and medical alcohol he had prepared, treated the injuries to his face and jaw, and put all the pieces of the crystal ball he had pulled back into his pocket.

He didn't want the blood to stay in such a weird place.

Virdur then pulled on one of the decorations on his classical robes.

It is a "door" pattern made up of three rubies, three emeralds and three diamonds.

Almost instantly, the robe tightened violently, revealing pieces of flesh on Verdu's body.

Just as Verdu's bones were about to break, his figure faded and disappeared in place.

He then "teleported" to the seaside peaks outside the port of Bansey.

The mountain has also collapsed and is a rubble heap of rubble.

As far as Verdu knows, this was once a place where the inhabitants of Bansey worshipped the "God of Weather" and was a key target of the Church of the Storm.

- After the crystal ball uses a self-explosion to remind him of the unknown danger hidden in the Bansey Telegraph Office, Verdu does not dare to continue exploring the place, gathering occult materials, and can only forcibly move to the next scheduled location.

And it also freed him from the girl's stalking.

As soon as Verdur's figure stood out, he bent down and gasped for breath there, feeling like he had finally recovered from his suffocation.

At the same time, Verdu felt a tingling pain in his right rib, as if a bone had been broken.

After taking several deep breaths in succession, he endured the pain and took a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead to reach the altar marked on the map.

The altar was undoubtedly destroyed, leaving only a vitrified, slightly charred crater surrounded by littered stones of different shapes.

The rubble has more or less traces of fire and thunder.

Verdu Abraham looked around, then raised his right hand and raised his robe.

The whining sound of the wind appeared, and some of the small pieces of gravel were "pushed" away from the place, revealing the ground they had obscured.

This is the "wind trick" of the "master of tricks", and Verdu uses it to replace his own manual labor and ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

As the rubble "flew" away, Verdu saw the same charred ground, with a small number of very fragmented patterns, patterns and symbols left in some areas.

Woo!

The wind grew more and more intense, drumming in Verdu's ears, and he looked up into the sky in surprise.

His wind, which could only blow small gravel, turned into a hurricane at some point, and he "pushed" himself a little staggering.

Soon, Verdu saw a thick cloud gather in the sky, and it seemed that a storm was coming.

Although he had heard of Bansey as the "Weather Museum", he never imagined that the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered if his "wind technique" had caused the storm, or if the cleaning of the ruins of the altar had sparked some kind of change.

Such speculation made a cold sweat quickly break out on his forehead.

As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of rubble fly up diagonally in front of them, revealing a boulder they had buried below.

The surface of the boulder was interspersed with deep cracks one after another, giving the impression that it would crack if you touched it.

At this time, the wind had subsided quite a bit, and the heavy rain was still brewing.

Thinking that he had already arrived in Bansey Harbor and could not be scared away, Verdu mustered up his courage and approached the boulder, which was covered with charred cracks.

He then took out a magnifying glass with a handle inscribed with a strange pattern, and seriously checked the condition of the boulder.

Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass that belonged to the magical object and sighed with regret and frustration.

He had preliminarily confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the monolith, and that there was nothing occult involved.

Verdu was about to withdraw his gaze and prepare to leave, when he suddenly saw a bright red glow from the place where the bottom of the boulder met the earth.

The bright red grew like bubbling blood.

However, it did not infect much and was confined to a small area.

Verdur's mind flashed through the two blood-red figures in the ruins of the telegraph office, and his scalp tingled uncontrollably.

His lips were rapidly dry, and he instinctively thought it wasn't a good thing.

Swallowing another saliva, Verdu raised his right hand and created another gust of wind, causing a number of miniature rubble to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder and hiding the bright red that came out.

He didn't stop there, and forced himself to turn on the "teleport" again, to the last destination in the predetermined location.

This time, he broke another rib and the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

Coupled with the suffocation caused by the compression of space, Verdu had the feeling that he was hovering on the brink of death.

It took him a few dozen seconds to recover and turn his gaze ahead.

It was also in ruins, with collapsed houses covering the overgrown ground.

According to a pirate who once explored the ruins of Bansey, here's an item worth researching:

It was a very ordinary wooden door, but it was the only thing in the whole of Bansey that was still well preserved.

The pirate failed to find anything unusual in the wooden door, so he had his men lift it up and try to carry it back to the ship.

However, they had only taken two steps before they suddenly collapsed, dragging their heads down their spines, leaving their bodies and rolling to the side.

This frightened the pirate, and he did not dare to stay any longer, and fled in a hurry with the rest of the crew.

Verdu didn't fully believe the story he told, and although he didn't do much at sea, he knew that sailors were very braggarts, and always exaggerated things that were only two or three points to eleven or two.

However, even if it was bragging, Verdu thought that the wooden door was worth studying.

After some searching, he found the target:

The ordinary-looking wooden door leaned against a crumbling wall, with brass-colored keyholes and handles.

There were no corpses around it, and there was no bloodstain in it, as it did in most of the ruins.

Sure enough, he bragged, heh, the pirate might have heard about this wooden door from somewhere else, and he and his men didn't dare to try to carry it...... Verdu looked around, and suddenly spoke:

"Who?

"Why are you spying on me?"

He didn't actually notice that there were people around, but based on his previous experience and lessons, he used words and reactions to deceive possible monitors.

In the next second, a middle-aged man with a bulging belly came out of a shadow.

He didn't say a word and silently walked away from the place.

Verdu rejoiced, but secretly relieved, and hurried to the wooden door.

According to the information he had obtained, the wooden door would not bring any unusual changes no matter which way it was pushed, and there would be no danger in touching it without attempting to move it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand into his sleeve robe, used his classical robe as a "glove", and pulled down the wooden door.

The wooden door was erected, and there was silence all around.

Verdu immediately pushed the wooden door as if it were a normal one, but still did not see the slightest change.

He tried a few more methods, but none of them were able to make the wooden door appear abnormal, and it really seemed that it was just too lucky to survive the destruction of the Storm Church.

Taking a deep breath, Verdu struggled to regain his composure.

He thought for a moment and tried to open the door again.

However, unlike before, he grasped the handle and twisted it slightly.

Hearing the slight click of metal, Verdu pushed forward, allowing the wooden door to stretch back diagonally, leaning back against the crumbling and crumbling wall.

This time, a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of Verdu's eyes.

In the fog there was a looming street and rows of houses.

Outside one of the houses, there is a wooden plaque that appears to have several Rune words written on it:

"Bansey Port Telegraph Office. ”

At the same time as Verdu's pupils dilated, a gentle voice came from the telegraph office, which was shrouded in a faint mist:

"Are you, come to shoot, telegram?

"Please come in. ”

PS: There is the first plus change of the February monthly pass in the evening~