Blindfolded with a black-out cloth, Annecillin walked forward in the middle of the passage.

He didn't discern whether he was going in the right direction or not, but he was extremely relaxed and relied on his high spirituality to guide him.

If someone were standing by at this time, he would have seen that the blindfolded Enacillin was walking a strange way.

Initially, his route was parallel to the two walls of the passage, but the more he went, the closer he got to the wall on the right. Eventually, he stopped, as if that location was the intersection of his route and the wall.

Instead of removing the blindfold, Enacyrin reached for the wall and let his spirituality spread around him.

This is a technique that Momo taught him to "see" everything in a certain range around him, which is somewhat time-consuming and spiritual, but it is a very useful skill for someone with a high level of spirituality like him.

He took the emanating spirituality as his own eyes, and saw all the routes here.

He found that he had indeed been turning and turning from the very beginning, and that he was now standing far away from the straight passage, and that he would be able to walk a little further to the end of the curve, a room with a heavy lock on the door, and many chains of various sizes wrapped around the lock and door, separated by a dark brown plank.

Ernacillin didn't know what it was, and he didn't have the desire to explore. Judging from the large and intricate locks, chains, and the door that was carefully made of materials and deliberately separated by wooden boards, the contents were extremely dangerous.

He didn't want to stimulate the thing, he just wanted to get rid of this misdirection as soon as possible.

With the spiritual probe, the blindfolded Ernacillin clearly felt that something was rapidly disintegrating and scattering, and the wall he was touching in his hand no longer existed.

He removed the black-blacked strip of cloth and blinked a few times to get used to the situation.

"Looks like I did come out. He recognized that this place was the real straight passage and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course you came out. An inch-to-the-dark and playful voice sounded in his head, with an inattentive and playful voice.

"Sir!" said Enacillrin, who had reconnected with Minno, in surprise, "where have you been?" he asked tentatively.

"It's nothing, it's just a ......," he paused, pondered the wording, and then continued:

"The child of an old friend. ”

His tone was still nonchalant, but Enacyrin keenly heard the helplessness hidden in it.

Helpless?

Ernacillin raised an eyebrow, feeling a little embarrassed. When he was trapped, Mr. happened to meet the child of an old friend......

It seems that the "child of an old friend" in the mouth of the gentleman is very unusual.

Ernacillic didn't hold on to the topic, it was obviously not something he needed to know, anyway, he would naturally talk about it when he felt it was necessary. Although his curiosity is heavy, he also understands that curiosity is a major death factor for psionic beings, and he can't ask questions when he shouldn't ask, and he can't understand when he doesn't understand, which is the basic rule that a psychic who wants to live must abide by.

He didn't say anything more, just walked briskly forward. The situation at this time was not suitable for asking any more questions, and instead of asking cautiously and like a thief now, it was better to go back to his lodgings after seeing Lutsie and ask more carefully—he had accumulated a lot of questions this time.

......

Lutesi stood impatiently in the doorway of his office at the moment, he couldn't imagine how slow a man must walk to walk for fifteen minutes in an hour.

He held in his hand a burning cigarette, which had only been smoked twice by his irritable owner, and most of the time burned himself quietly, ready to be stuffed into a nearby dustbin like his kind.

During the time it burned silently, Lotter looked in the direction of the passage many times, and finally waited for the spellcaster who had painstakingly hired just as it was about to be extinguished.

Lutsey took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand, extinguished it, and threw it into the trash. He tidied up his collar a little, which he couldn't bear to tear, and greeted him with a decent smile on his face.

"Hello Mr. Cillin, I've been waiting for you for a long time. He smiled properly, but the smell of smoke was extremely strong.

"Hello. Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Enacillicillin said politely, and then he coughed violently after being stimulated by the heavy smell of smoke in the air, considering that Cillin's main problems were in his lungs and throat, he recalled the kind that had just appeared in that kind of illusion or somewhere, the dry pain in his throat and lungs that seemed to be stuffed with a large mass of hot and rough sand.

"Ahem, ahem...... Sorry, it looks like I don't get along with the smell of smoke here, ahem. ”

Ennacylin's voice sounded hoarse and weak after coughing violently, and it seemed a little muffled.

"Ah, it seems that Mr. Cillin's body is very weak. Lutesi looked worried, "It is recommended that you ask Ed to recuperate, after all, this has affected your daily walking speed." His words mean something, but it's hard to find fault with it.

"Not really. Judging from Xilin's personality, he would not pay attention to this kind of cynicism.

"Oh?"

"It's just a few detours. Ernacillin's tone was flat, as if the detour he had just taken was an ordinary detour, not a dangerous place with terrifying monsters.

"Spare some detours?" said Lutsey, looking at him in amazement, as if he couldn't imagine how he had come back from the detours.

"Didn't Ed tell you that you can't turn a corner here?" If that's the case, then it's Ed's dereliction of duty, and this level of dereliction of duty must be punished severely. If it is replaced by another person, he is afraid that he will not be able to wait for someone for the rest of his life.

Enacillin shook his head lightly and said:

"No, it's not Ed's problem. It's the passage, and from the first fork, there's something misleading me to keep turning. ”

"The passage?" Lutesi's brow furrowed, "hmm...... It stands to reason that there will be no problem with the passage, and no one will be able to mislead His followers in the light of the Lord's glory...... Ah, did you come across something around the corner?"

"Yes, a monster, has been solved. Enacylin's tone was still flat, as if he were talking about what he had for dinner.

"You...... Solve a monster?!" Lutesi looked at him with wide eyes, stunned for a moment, and suddenly said in an extremely fanatical tone:

"O my lord, my lord, is this your will? I see! I understand your will! Your faithful believers will offer the most suitable service to your dependents!" he was so fanatical that Ennacyrin took several steps back—he feared that the fanatical Mr. believer in front of him would be desperate to sacrifice him to their Lord in the next second.

But his worries proved unfounded. Lutsey said to him in a tone of great respect:

"Dear Mr. Cillin, the Lord has chosen you to be His dependent, and as a faithful believer of the Lord, I will provide you with whatever service you need!" he put his left hand on his right shoulder, bent at ninety degrees, and made the most formal salute that belonged to the demon's retinue.