Deep in the palace of Farhara, in a chamber encased in thick Mithril walls.

Navik Frostwhisper stood in front of the crystal ball in the middle of the chamber, which reflected the scene of the bone dragon Rodriguez sending Bin to the entrance to the burial place.

A few minutes later, the screen shifts to a frozen earth with goose-feathered snow covering the sky, and in the center of the picture, a tower of ice and snow stands on the vast snowfield, and a staircase of ice paving can be seen spiraling up the outer wall of the tower, and finally reaching a platform at the top of the tower.

There was only a huge piece of 10,000-year-old ice on the platform, and in front of the dark blue ice was a black stone seat, on which a figure sits, and the thick and hideous armor covered the entire body, and the slightest face under the armor could not be seen.

"His Royal Highness, he has left!" Navik said in a respectful tone to the figure on the stone pedestal.

After a long time, a faint and deep voice came out of the crystal ball: "You want to ask, why did I let him go?" ”

"The death of Disama Cuarón has deprived us of an excellent container, since the great war 13,000 years ago, those ancient undead have always regarded us as a great danger and have kept us behind that barrier at all costs, and now we finally have a suitable container, in order to avoid the same outcome as Disama Cuarón, I think he should be left here, it will not take much time to raise that little creature into a suitable vessel!"

"Navik! How useful can the container be cultivated in this way? "I've been waiting on this frozen land for tens of thousands of years, and I'm going to keep waiting." Don't forget that finding a suitable container is not our ultimate goal, stopping that sad end is! ”

Navik stepped forward with some excitement and said, "So, Your Highness, do you think that little guy is the best choice to achieve all this?" ”

"Maybe, maybe not! Navik, the world is about to face new dangers and opportunities, and the gods who are high up have paid a great price to prevent that inevitable end, what reason do we have to think that fate will always favor us? ”

"But you gave him that sword embryo! Not even Dissama Caron received this honor! ”

"That's just a sword embryo, Vic!" The voice said unhurriedly, "Disama is an iron ingot, and it only takes a proper blow to make a sharp sword, but you can never change the material of this iron ingot, you can't turn it into pure gold, into Mithril, into anything else. And that little guy seems to me to be an undiscovered raw mine, what can be excavated from it is completely unknown, he may be a pile of waste, or it may be the top material, as long as we cultivate it carefully, we can get a great harvest! ”

Navik calmed down, "Are you using that sword embryo as a prospector, my Highness?" This vein may be a tiny tiny point and not worth your effort. ”

"Navic, is this what you mean?"

It was Navik's silence that was answered.

After a while, the figure spoke again: "Resourcefulness, courage, skill, courage, and the character that will stop at nothing for the sake of victory, Vic, don't you see the familiar shadow in that little fellow?" ”

"Yes, I saw it, Your Highness! That little guy made me see you when I was younger! ”

"That's right! It's so nostalgic! The voice said in a tone full of memories, "Tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye!" Navic, take a good look at that little one! I have a hunch that it won't be long before he comes to me himself! ”

"Your will! My Royal Highness, Prince! Los Creek will finally be revived! ”

When Yu Bin returned to the undead town of Awyath and went offline to rest, London, located in northern Europe, was ushering in the first rays of winter sunshine.

Awakened by the sunlight shining through the curtains, Ingula rubbed her misty eyes and rose from her large, floppy bed to look out the window at the red sun that was gradually detaching from the horizon.

The ancient castle of Hersings is gradually awakening under the light of the red sun.

Tuk Tuk! There was a knock on the door, and after a few moments, the door made of heavy teak was pushed open, and the shaft creaked and creaked, making Intergula frown.

The castle was too old, and the Helsing family didn't have enough money to completely restore the ancient relic, which was beneath the stench of decay and must.

"Good morning, Miss!" The old butler Walter is still dressed as always, Intergula knows that the old man has already worn this costume before dawn, this is his duty, but also his glory, serving three generations of the head of the Helsing family, Walter can be said to be the most typical British Batra, old-fashioned, stubborn, strict, but loyal and capable!

"Good morning, Walter!"

Walter put down the silver plate in his hand, the Helsing family did not have the spare money to hire a maid, so Walter personally handled this kind of thing: "Drink a cup of black tea to warm up, the weather today is even colder than yesterday, and London has completely entered winter!" ”

Intergula took the black tea handed by Walter and took a sip, the temperature of the black tea quickly warmed her slightly cold body.

"Speaking of which, miss, I found this thing in the mailbox this morning!" Walter waited until his master had finished drinking the black tea, then took an envelope from his chest pocket and bent down to hand it to Intergula, who was sitting on the bed.

"Letter?" Intgula took the envelope, and Walter naturally took the teacup from her hand, poured another cup from the teapot on the silver platter, and stood by the bed waiting for Incula to finish reading the letter.

It was an envelope with neither a sender nor a recipient, not even a stamp or postmark, and the simple seal made of beeswax was easily opened by Intergula, and a gadget fell out of the envelope.

"What is this?" Pick up the trinket, which was the size of a coin with a pattern engraved on the obverse.

A black ring snake passes through the eyes of a skeleton and opens its mouth to bite its own tail!

This pattern full of weirdness and evil made Intergula subconsciously gasp, and even Walter, who was standing on the side, immediately put down the teacup in his hand and assumed a vigilant posture, as if the pattern was aggressive.

It took a few seconds for the two to calm down.

"What an unpleasant thing! What is it? Crest? Intergula asked.

In the history of Europe, there have been many nobles who have had their own coats of arms, some of which have disappeared into history, and some of which have been passed down to the present day, and only the most outstanding descendants can add their own achievements to the family coat of arms, which is also their greatest glory.

"No, I've never seen a coat of arms like this!" Walter was more knowledgeable than Intergula in this area, and his knowledge over sixty years had given him a wealth of knowledge, and his status as the butler of the Helsing family allowed him to meet many noble descendants, but he could be sure that none of the nobles would use this coat of arms.

In heraldry, the skeleton represents death and the viper represents betrayal, and no nobleman would be foolish enough to represent his family with these two ominous patterns!

Resisting to resist the wooden coin, Intergula picked up the wooden coin again and found that the back of it was engraved with a sentence in English.

“The Bird of the Hermes is my name,eating my wings to make me tame. ”

"The bird of Hermes is my name, devour my wings to tame my heart!" Intgula pronounced this sentence very fluently, "This is the motto of the Helsing family, only the head of the family can know, why it is engraved on this thing?" ”

As a steward who has served the head of the family for three generations, Walter certainly knows this family motto, because in Europe, many times the training of the next heir will be the responsibility of the butler, and being able to become a noble butler is enough to be praised in Europe in the past.

"Miss Intergula, letter, let's see what the letter says!"

Reminded by Walter, Intergula hurriedly opened the envelope and took out the thin piece of stationery inside.

After watching it back and forth several times, the current head of the Helsing family, a 23-year-old girl, sighed and fell weakly on the bed.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Walter asked with concern.

"See for yourself, Walter!" Intergula handed the letter in his hand to the butler.

After glancing at the three lines, Walter looked at the letter several times from beginning to end, and from end to end, as carefully as Intergula, before carefully folding the letter back into the envelope along with the wooden coin.

"Miss Intergula, please rest well, I'll go find those friends of the old man!" Walter straightened his bow tie and said, "Some of them happen to be high-ranking officials in the current British government, and I guess some clues can be found through them!" ”

"Please, Walter! The results must be obtained as soon as possible, and the future of the Helsing family lies in this matter! ”

"Please leave it to me!"

After Walter left, he didn't reappear in front of Intergula until midnight.

Intergula, who had been waiting impatiently, couldn't wait to ask, "Is there a result, Walter?" Who the hell is it? ”

"I'm so sorry, Miss!" Walter bowed and apologized, "The British Museum, the British Archive, the British Secret Intelligence Service Library, the MI5 Secret Room, the Scotland Yard Secret Information Section, the British Religious Affairs Department, and other places that may have kept this information have all been searched, and nothing like this pattern has been found!" ”

"What about the letter?"

"MI5 used a lot of equipment, no fingerprints and foreign bodies were found, the paper is the stationery that can be found everywhere on the streets of London, the cheapest kind, the same goes for envelopes, the only beeswax that may expose the other party was finally determined to come from a supermarket in the city of London, it is pointless to continue to trace along this line, as for handwriting identification, it can only be determined that the writer did not reveal any handwriting habits, and there are not enough samples for analysis, I am afraid ......"

"In other words, clueless?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss!"

"Walter, do you believe what is written in the letter?" Intergula turned her head, her long golden hair glowing in the moonlight.

Walter bowed respectfully: "As the steward of the Helsing family, I should not have answered like this, but the first two masters of the family I served gave everything they had in order to find this answer, even at the cost of their own lives, and the master I serve now is also ready to devote himself to this gamble, in order to realize your dream, but also to fulfill the lifelong wish of the two old masters, I hope that what is said in this letter is true, and I am willing to give everything I have to verify all this!" ”

Intergus tugged at his hair, and his eyes shone brightly, the light of determination, and the light of fearlessness: "Walter, I am the head of the Helsing family, even if I want to explore this terrible abyss, I will be at the forefront!" ”

"So, what are you going to do, Miss Intergula! Lord Ingula Van Bronk Wiinggate Helsin! ”

Intergula took the letter from Walter's hand, poured the wooden coin into his hand, and twisted it into the moonlight.

From this point of view, this pattern is not unacceptable! Evil, mysterious, spooky, but full of a special temptation! Just like the secret that our people have been seeking! "Looks like we're going to have to crack the secret of this thing first!" ”

"Miss, according to MI5's analysis, this wooden coin is made of jujube wood, the age of the tree is less than five years, the size is almost the same as a British penny coin, the thickness is 2.4 millimeters, the weight is 7.33 grams, and there are no special traces from the carving technique."

Intergula smiled meaningfully: "Yes, in every way, this is an ordinary piece of woodwork, except for this pattern and this sentence, it seems that this mysterious guy wants to test me by this!" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Solving this puzzle is the first step in exploring this abyss! I believe that when we find the right way, everything will come to us naturally! Inggula tossed the wooden coin in his hand to Walter, "Rub this pattern, put it big enough to hang it in my room, my uncle didn't take the power of the Helsings away from me, then this mysterious man doesn't want me to give up the responsibilities of the Helsings!" ”