"Expert?"

Alan looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

Although the indoor environment is dark, in his eyes, the young man wearing a mid-length single-breasted suit, a canvas cape, slightly curly black hair, and deep facial features does have the temperament of a college graduate student.

"Huh? New to the Order Squad extraordinary? ”

Alan sniffed and nodded with a look of realization.

"'Secret Mirror' essentia, 'apprentice'." Reintes said with a smile.

"Huh?"

"What?!"

Rooney, Origan, and Van Tucker all stared at Sherlock in amazement.

"Sherlock promoted to Extraordinary?" The three of them asked in unison.

"Yes, with the help of the captain, His Excellency Herquinn provided me with the promotion materials. What happened before dinner, just got promoted. Sherlock nodded in explanation.

"Wow, does the Church have the transcendent material of the 'Secret Mirror of Fortune'? Haven't heard of it? Vice-Bishop Herquinn actually came? It's incredible! Rooney touched his beard and exclaimed.

"It's too fast, I can only say it's so lucky! I was promoted to Extraordinary that year, but it took me a full three months to evaluate it! You're so lucky, Sherlock! Origan pinched the pipe in his hand and looked at Sherlock enviously.

"I said you were eligible for promotion! Hahaha...... But it's really fast, we don't even know it, haha......" Van Tucker patted Sherlock on the shoulder with his big hand.

Alan glanced at Sherlock strangely, then turned his head to look at Reintes, and said in a hesitant tone:

"As far as I know, within the three major churches, there is only one recipe for 'apprentice' promotion materials. How many years has no one chosen this essentia route? Was his choice too hasty? ”

Reintes held the cup of hot water, took a sip, and said indifferently:

"Faith essentia selection is the will of the individual. I believe that Sherlock has considered it carefully and carefully before choosing the 'apprentice' promotion. ”

Alan nodded, and didn't say anything more.

"Let's talk about the cellar in the backyard of the Enham family, we seem to be a little off-topic, and we are not here for a tea party."

Rheintes reminded with humor.

Everyone stopped discussing Sherlock and looked at Allen.

Ai ethics reasoned out and answered in a low voice:

"The Enum family is a well-known and wealthy gentleman of the Sindiri Farm. I heard that the ancestor was a noble knight from the capital London, and for some unknown reason he was exiled to the countryside on the outskirts of Birzinham. ”

"It can be said that half of the industry in the Sindiri, whether it is farmland, workshops, mines, etc., is related to the Enum family. But in the disaster a year ago, the Enam family was not spared, and like everyone else, they were trapped here. ”

"When the three major churches were locking down the Sindiri, someone accidentally discovered that there was a collapsed ancient tomb in the cellar of the Eenham family's backyard."

But at that time, due to lack of manpower, there was a rush to suppress the Syndici disaster. So the matter in the backyard of the Eenham family was put on hold, and no organized exploration was carried out. ”

"More than ten days ago, it was about the 29th...... Our garrison noticed that the ancient tomb in the backyard of the Eenham family had been vandalized. Then, based on the traces, we judged that a coffin had been stolen. ”

"And then what follows, Rheintes should know something."

Reintes nodded when he heard this, and said to his teammates beside him:

"Based on some traces of the site, we traced it to an archaeological professional. Then, groping for the existence of Solomon's Esoteric Club. Then, it was learned that Malfoy was the mastermind of the whole affair. ”

Alan also picked up and said:

"While we speculate that this ancient tomb is related to the so-called 'Mad King. Solomon's may have some connection. But after all, it's just speculation, we don't know anything about the specific tomb. What Malfoy wanted to do, we still don't know. ”

Van Tucker couldn't help but ask:

"Why don't you send more people and go straight down and explore? Malfoy can do it, can't we do it? ”

Rooney, Origan, both nodded in agreement.

Alan smiled wryly, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and then got up to bring the dim yellow miner's lamp.

The pattern on the paper is revealed under the reflection of light and shadow.

"This is the entrance I've depicted, you can take a look. It's not that we don't want to go in and explore, but we need key conditions to get into the tomb without hindrance. ”

Everyone approached and looked at the paper.

The paper depicts an entrance with a craggy crissley of rocks, crumbling all around, and scattered with the remains of white bones. Located under the gloomy grape trellis in the courtyard, it looks very eerie.

A stone slab, which I can't tell whether it was a tombstone or a warning, stood half-crooked next to the entrance. The stone slabs were full of cracks and signs of corrosion.

There are two rows of small characters engraved on it, side by side:

"There is no end to the joy of struggling with God."

Of all the people present, only Sherlock knew these eight Chinese characters.

Behind the half-crooked slabs was an ugly closed wooden door filled with dark vines, thorny brambles, and insect corpses. It's not too high, and normal people can squeeze into it by bending down.

"Tombstones, rune doors, secret spell walls, in ancient mausoleums, the deceased with identity, commonly used anti-theft layout pattern."

Alan pointed to the half-crooked slate, and the ugly wooden door behind the slate:

"The wall of the enchantment has collapsed, so the monument and the door are revealed. In order to pass through the barrier, it is necessary to decipher the connection between the inscription and the graphic text on the door. ”

"There's a word on the wooden door?" Van Tucker asked curiously.

"Yes, it is an ancient rune, made of vines, thorns, and insect corpses, mixed into ancient Ibia. Celtic text engraved on the door......"

"We didn't have that expertise, so the progress of exploration stalled......"

Alan shook his head with regret, "Although among us, there are transcendents who can destroy obstacles by other means. But it will definitely destroy the environment inside, as well as the buried secrets. ”

"So, we can only put it on hold and wait for the certainty to explore again."

"The captain brought us here, are you sure that you can crack it?" Rooney, Origan, and Van Tucker all looked at Ryantes in surprise.

"That's why I brought Sherlock!"

Reintes smiled and pointed at Sherlock.

......

Under the leadership of Allen, Sherlock and the others went through winding paths, groped in the dark, and finally approached the house and yard of the Enham family.

It is a decades-old British building, with a main building with a spire in the middle and rectangular wings on either side with windows throughout. There is a dry fountain in the square in front of the house, a courtyard wall with flower beds on both sides, carved wrought iron railings and large iron gates.

The building was shrouded in darkness, like a creeping monster. Ropes can be seen on the exterior wall, and a "corpse" with twisted limbs hangs. Like a dried corpse, and like a mischievous human body.

"Patients at the end of the 'Water Corpse Plague' will eventually become 'Water Ghosts'. They are no longer human, they are wingless bats that like to hang themselves. When you wake up, you look for food, eat and sleep, until you die when you are completely unconscious. ”

Alan pointed to the hanging "dried corpses" and explained in a whisper.

"Why are you called a water ghost?" Sherlock couldn't help but ask.

"Because they go crazy when they drink water, and they can only drink blood." Rheintes said.

"Let's get started, banish them, and be vigilant for movement around you."

"Okay, Captain!"

Rooney and Van Tucker nodded, apparently teaming up many times to have a tacit understanding.

First, Van Tucker gathered a few short roots, took out a few triangular shell-like pieces, and stuffed them into the sticks.

Then he looked in the direction and threw the stick with all his might.

Fortunately, Van Tucker is tall and has enough strength, and each stick lands accurately and steadily, showing his skillful skills and special throwing ability.

Rooney pulled out a thin notebook and opened a page.

He muttered as if he were chanting some incantation, his fingers drawing strange patterns on the page. Powder spilled from his fingers, turning into shimmering lines.

Sherlock watched it all with interest.

As Rooney's palm pressed against the page, the short stick that landed firmly on the ground in the distance began to shimmer, floating like streamers like light.

Then all the streamers of light are linked together and twisted into a "line humanoid". The line man with a glimmer, more than five meters tall, made a provocative gesture of looking up to the sky and roaring.

Although no sound came out, Sherlock's mind seemed to be shaken by the beating of the drum, and he seemed a little impetuous.

Suddenly!

All the "water ghosts" hanging on the walls of the building, or hiding indoors, or wandering around, instantly seemed to be stimulated, not crazy but in a hurry, all ran out and swarmed towards the "line people".

Sherlock counted at least thirty "water ghosts". If you don't know, it's okay, what you see with your own eyes at this moment, these ugly and terrifying monsters in the shape of dried corpses have all appeared, which is really explosive.

The "Line Man" entwined with light began to stride forward, running unrealistically and flickeringly. All the "water ghosts" chased after them with a terrifying silent sight, gradually disappearing from sight.

The chaotic and strange scene disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a matter of moments.

"Alright, it's gone." Rooney let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put away the thin little notebook.

"Let's go, follow me, don't be left behind."

Alan took the lead, and everyone walked towards the courtyard of the Enham house.

In the atmosphere of terror and oppression, Alan seems to be familiar with the road and keeps leading. Walk through the fountain in the square, enter the servants' room, enter the inner courtyard through the back door, and come to a large grape trellis.

Everyone saw a scene from the previous drawing:

The mouth of the collapsed cellar, the half-crooked stone monument, the scattered bones and bones, and the strange wooden door buried in the mud and stone in the thick fog and darkness.

"It's your turn, Sherlock."

Rheintes and Alan stepped forward side by side, staring at the stele and the wooden door, and turned to say:

"Whether or not you can enter the tomb tonight can only count on your expertise!"

Sherlock took a deep breath and approached the tombstone, observing the eerie and disgusting wooden door. On the door was a strange mixture of vines, thorns, and insect corpses.

The text is certainly ancient Ibia. Celtic, and intricate and elaborate, is the way that only appears in high-profile mausoleums in ancient times.

All of them approached and observed these ancient Ibias. Celtic text, hoping that I can parse the branches.

However, in Sherlock's eyes, these vines, brambles, insect corpses, etc., are mixed to form the ancient Ibia. Celtic, and then crookedly linked, spelled out a few big Chinese characters:

"Understand the code and dedicate blood ......"