The residents of the Holy Eagle Nest City, the Lovk District, are generally rich people, barristers, parliamentarians, etc., belonging to the upper class, most of their residences are exquisite and luxurious, and the environment is also excellent, not only clean and quiet, but also fresher air.

It was late at night, and in one of the large single-family houses, which were slightly smaller than the exaggerated and luxurious villas around, in a study, on the desk by the window, a lady who was extremely dignified just from the back was writing something on the desk.

She wore no jewelry, just a blue pleated skirt, blonde hair pulled up, and delicate women's glasses, her age was about thirty-four or five years old, and she gave people an air of strength and wisdom that can only be possessed after suffering and years of precipitation.

Although at this moment, she seemed to be in a state of some kind of panic because she had insight into something terrifying.

Rustling echoes in the room.

In the depths of the lady's heart, there is also a glimmer of hope:

"I have other methods, other channels for help, but Don always gives me a sense of trustworthiness and trustworthiness, even though I haven't met him yet, maybe it's a wrong decision, I should confirm something more and inform him again, but I don't have time, the knowledge seeker is failing......"

"Knock knock~"

"Snort"

In the quiet of the night, the sudden knock on the door made the palm of the lady, who was already in a special state, tremble, and she almost subconsciously, put down the quill pen and transmitted the information that had just opened to the unknown other end through the strange object.

The white glow, like an eraser, erased the handwriting she had written on the white paper.

She watched this scene with her own eyes, so she immediately discovered a "horror".

On the white paper, there was also a little ink drop.

It's so subtle that it's almost impossible to spot without looking closely.

"Seekers of knowledge, also isolated?"

The eyes under the woman's glasses showed despair and fear.

She didn't possess any otherworldly professions, and while she had the potential to challenge the "Great Erudito", until then, her body was no different from that of a normal woman.

However, as the owner of the "strange thing", she can see the state of the strange thing.

The blinding ink, the dimming of the glow, confirmed that this strange object had temporarily lost its utility, and that it could no longer convey any information.

Before she could rejoice in the signal for advice, the portal made of spiral red teak behind her was knocked again, and more quickly.

At the same time, there was a familiar sound that made her body tremble.

"Honey, it's bedtime. ”

The voice is gentle, and has a magnetism that makes people feel good, and even has a hint of the dramatic accent that the high-class ladies and girls of the Sacred Eagle Nest City are very fond of.

That usually means that the owner of the voice has a prominent family background, and has studied the most difficult classical drama since childhood, and the new generation has long lost this kind of education, only a few decades ago, popular for a while, mature courtesans can immediately judge that it should be a middle-aged gentleman of aristocratic origin and full of charm.

And it is, and it is.

Across the portal full of red spiral textures, is a middle-aged man in white pajamas, his lips are a little thin, his forehead, and the corners of his eyes are also wrinkled, but this does not affect the handsomeness of his face, his eyes are deep, giving people a sense of vicissitudes and wisdom.

He made no secret of the love on his face, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the portal and directly see his "wife" who was panicking.

Soon, his wife, Rose Rowling, scribbled up, but did not come to open the door for him, but took a deep breath, looked at the door, and said in a perfunctory tone that seemed to be busy:

"Ah, dear, go to bed first, I'll probably spend the night in the study tonight, you know, I've been working on a new subject lately. ”

Her tone was perfect, but Rose still couldn't help but have a look of apprehension on her face.

She knew that no matter how well she disguised it, it would be futile.

That "thing", she had known for a long time that she had already noticed something.

But it chose to continue to wear the familiar "skin" and continue to play the role of a loving couple after a long absence.

She was like a flying insect in a spider's web, unable to escape from this cage no matter how much she struggled, and that thing didn't even bother to hide in the shadows, but just condescended every day, as if playing a game, and cooperated with her performance.

But she didn't dare to stop, and she didn't dare to take the initiative to uncover it, although she was not a transcendent person, the profound knowledge in her mind told her.

"It's a terrifying thing, no, he's more like a weird race from another dimension, he's wearing Howard's skin, it's definitely not for me, he's got a terrible plan, I need to hold him back for a while. ”

As she moved, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence through a portal.

The tormented "waiting" begins, one, two, three seconds...... In the process, she detached her thoughts and immersed herself in a particular area of her mind.

Inside, several "symbols" are floating.

Each symbol represents an incomparably terrifying existence.

This is the ultimate means that she has prepared for herself as a "polymath".

Others, such as the "Knowledge Seekers", all sorts of strange things, failed in a short period of time, in ways she couldn't understand.

As for the temporary arrangement of summoning magic arrays, or reciting incantations, they were far less fast and effective than her thoughts.

"If he chooses to uncover it, I can only sacrifice my body and soul to summon a god above the 'mystery' to descend, if it was in the past, this method would not have worked, but now that the gods are awakening, there will definitely be an unexpected response. ”

"The gods of the Order camp may not covet my soul...... Perhaps the chaotic camp should be chosen, but it is more neutral. ”

Just when Rose Rowling was holding back her fear and choosing a way to die for herself.

Outside the door, the middle-aged gentleman seemed to have finally finished "scrutinizing", the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange and inexplicable smile, but the voice he spit out was extremely warm.

"Well, dear, do you need me to prepare you a glass of hot milk, some snacks. ”

"No~ No, no. ”

"I really can't help you, it's been like this since I was a child, the hard-working Rose, the genius Rose, the Rose who makes the boys ashamed...... I didn't expect to marry me in the end, but the stupid Howard married the most beautiful girl. ”

"You're my angel, Rose Madeleine. ”

......

In a quirky and charming theatrical accent, accompanied by the sound of slight footsteps, the figure outside the door leaves.

Madame Rowling, or Rose Madeleine, exhaled a long-accumulating breath at an incredibly slow pace.

It was only then that she really heard the last sentence clearly.

"You are my angel...... Rose Madeleine. ”

Almost immediately, her struggling calm face spiraled out of control, and she raised her hands and covered her face tightly, tears streaming from between her fingers. She suppressed her crying, and the figure of her "husband" came to mind.

That sentence was what he said when he proposed to himself.

In this world, only husband and wife know.

She had expected it in her heart, but it wasn't until this moment that she really confirmed it.

Her husband, Howard Rowling, the last heir to the Rowling family, is dead for good.

"That thing, that monster from another dimension, he doesn't just wear Howard's skin, he also has Howard's memories...... It's like relatives returning from the world of the dead, they are no longer real relatives, but also unknowable, inexplicably terrifying things. ”

Rowling sobbed, recalling this time in her mind, from heaven to hell, from sweet to terrifying.

Pain raged in the depths of her soul.

Her "husband" Howard returned a few weeks ago, which led to her surprise sweetness, as Howard Rowling was subjected to extreme scrutiny because of her connections with the Transcendental Organizations.

The Rowling family has an ancient reputation and some heritage, but it can be seen from the fact that there is only one descendant left, and the influence of the real world has long been lost to the industry, and it does not allow him to have immunity.

Luckily, he managed to pass the review.

Even for safety reasons, Rose Madeleine herself carried out some checks on her husband, who had returned from the "mystery", and the husband passed perfectly.

Everyone, including the World Tree and the Ancient Mysteries, believed Howard's account: on the night of the return of the spirits, he was accidentally swept into a special space, and then established a connection with a special "spirit", received his gift, and finally returned to the Condor Federation.

It sounds like an incredible experience, but there are no "flaws".

Even because of his next performance, it seems more real.

At the same time, it was also the beginning of Rose Madeleine's "nightmare":

After Howard Rowling returns and spends some sweet time with his wife, he begins to show unparalleled "talent", no, it should have been cashed in, only a "great polymato" has a talent, and he has even more knowledge than his wife.

In a very short period of time, he has been recognized by organizations including the official and the World Tree.

A few days ago, he took the place of his "wife" in major organizations.

Externally, he said that his wife would become a full-time wife.

The truth behind this strange situation is that he locked Rose Madeleine in his home.

As a polymath, Rose has a certain strength to resist.

But that day, Rose discovers that her strength is extremely vulnerable in the face of her strange and terrifying "husband".

He forcibly severed Rose's connection with the "mysterious old gods" she believed in.

He forcibly restrained her range of movement, unable to leave the villa.

Little by little, He is erasing the traces of her existence and replacing her in connecting with major organizations.

Although in the process, Rose also used her own means to obtain some "information", before losing contact with the old gods, she received an extremely terrifying "warning", which was the reason why she did not take drastic measures, but dealt with the monster in her husband's skin.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly raised her head, wiped away her tears, and her husband and monster flashed in her mind...... And Donch.

"There is still hope, and I can't give up. ”

In a flash of thought, she suppressed her chaotic, fearful thoughts and focused on her mind.

Her body is an ordinary woman, but she still has a powerful "weapon", her knowledge.

Without fully pinning her hopes on a savior, Rose Madeleine immediately immersed herself in her mind and began to search for and think about the knowledge and methods that could deal with the "great horror" in front of her.

......

It's still late at night, and the city of the Eagle's Nest is close to the Lovk district, where the lights are out and closed.

Six young men and women, dressed in edgy clothes and with colorful hair, entered through a small door or hidden passage from nowhere, and each with a flashlight, began to look at the oil paintings hanging on the walls, or the other works of art in the glass cabinets scattered throughout the hall.

The museum, called "Raft", is actually an institution dedicated to collecting and exhibiting some avant-garde and grotesque art.

In other words, the exhibits here are not worth much.

These young people, in fact, are poor artists who are fighting on the streets, and they are reluctant to buy tickets and enjoy them at night.

One of them, a white girl with dyed green hair and a nose stud, was suddenly attracted by an extremely strange "oil painting", and she stood in front of this painting of some creatures that only exist in the imagination, as well as some swirls, lines and symbols.

She felt as if her gaze, along with her soul, was going to be sucked in.

As if it was an illusion, she suddenly saw that the oil painting, which was named "Dream Country", began to emit a ghostly light.

In the illusory and blurred light, a figure was slowly walking out.

"Am I getting too excited today?"

The girl murmured, and involuntarily stretched out her hands, trying to touch the figure that was gradually becoming clearer.