Until the end, Eric didn't make it clear what to do next, but he roughly pointed in the direction - according to his idea of making up the story, since the characters are all gathered in this place called Heru, the top priority is to gather information about Heru, such as where this is, what language the people here say, what currency they use, etc.

Unfortunately, they didn't know any of this, and the only native died, and the native servants were taken by the scroll......

Wait, scrolls?

Surya hurriedly took out the scroll.

The three of them looked around Cantusha for a long time, and they didn't know how to open it, and then summoned the scroll keeper or something from inside, and Sulia himself didn't know how to summon Arthur just now.

"What power should be sacrificed?" Amatho said, "I think you have suddenly become a lot weaker. ”

Hearing this, Eric, who had been trying to touch Cantusha, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his eyes became cautious.

"I don't know, I feel like there's some kind of connection to it, but I don't know how to use it."

The girl spread out the scroll in confusion, and the mysterious words on it loomed but could not be touched, like a fish swimming in the ice.

It was Celio's attack that caused the ancient scroll to fight back against itself, and it happened that Suria touched it, so it triggered the summoning, and fortunately, the girl herself was a powerful domain swordsman, otherwise she would have fallen into a coma like Grace.

"Do you want to try it on fire?" Eric had a bad idea.

"But there is no ...... between us All right. Before Surya could finish speaking, she saw a small flame appear on Amacer's fingertips.

The talent of elves is really eye-catching, especially in a place like Heru, where the elements are active.

The moment the flame touched the scroll, Surya felt a force burst out of it, rushing towards the elve, the source of the damage.

"Amacer be careful!"

The elf also felt the numbness of his scalp for the first time, and quickly lay on the ground.

Surya hurriedly controlled the force and stopped, but Rao did so, and it still grazed Amacer's scalp and shot out.

The elf looked up in horror and threw Eric a "look at your bad idea" look.

The writer shrugged and whistled as if nothing had happened.

Surya discovers that there is a line behind this force, and she explores backwards along this line, slowly immersing her consciousness in the scrolls.

Then, as if there was a "boom" in her head, countless voices poured in.

"Rock Sword Tang Yan, I've been waiting for a long time—"

"Deciduous Sword Qiulan, sent-"

……

"Yunero, at your command—"

"Silio, serve you—"

"Arthur Edwards, follow the call—"

……

These are all ......

When the girl came back to her senses, she found herself in a pitch-black space, surrounded by dozens of figures standing in the air, emitting a faint light on her body, like fireflies flickering.

The momentum on their bodies is stronger than the other, and even Arthur's ancestors are only at the upper middle level.

Despite this, their posture was very respectful, some of them clasped their hands into fists, their bodies slightly lowered, some of them stroked their chests, and some of them were half-squatting on the ground.

After experiencing the initial confusion, the girl quickly reacted.

"Get up."

"Yes."

A loud reply was mixed with overwhelming momentum towards the girl, almost pushing her consciousness out of the space.

"Can anyone explain to me what's going on?" She asked.

The stout man who called himself "Rock Sword Tang Yan" walked out.

Although he had never seen this oriental face before, Suria could tell who he was at a glance. This man was also the most imposing of the group, as calm as a mountain, and probably only Mr. Shansi could match it.

"Dear Bearer of the Secret Scroll, this is the interior of the Ancient Scroll Cantusha, where a total of forty-four Scroll Keepers have gathered, waiting for your instructions."

"Tell me all about Cantusha."

"Yes."

……

Ten minutes later, Surya woke up under the watchful eye of the two.

According to Mr. Tang Yan Tang, this scroll is a sacred relic of the Dark Abyss, which contains the souls of the scroll keepers, and only those who are related to the bloodline of the scroll keepers can be summoned to fight if they are sacrificed, and only this type of person can become the bearer of the secret scroll.

Leorik's ancestor was one of them, but after the emperor somehow obtained Cantusha and became the bearer of the Secret Scroll, he devoured it in order to increase his strength.

Every holder of the Scroll has the right or obligation to collect the souls of new Keepers, such as its previous holder, Leorrick, who forcibly took in Arthur and Yunero, who had contributed to the establishment of his empire, and erased most of his consciousness, leaving only the instinct to fight.

As for Silio, who had just entered it, he was unable to talk to Suria because his soul body had not yet condensed.

Tang Yan was the oldest of them, and the long years had made him forget his memories of his life, and he only vaguely remembered that he belonged to an organization called the Holy Church, and everything else was Cantusha. He remembered the personalities and hobbies of each owner, but they didn't help Sullya.

In other words, although the secret of Cantusha has been discovered, it is of little use for the time being.

After learning about the situation, Eric suggested finding a place to hide, after all, they were too conspicuous.

"That's where the fat guy you said came from." He pointed to the road to the west. He also said that he was rich, so the indigenous settlement should be over there. There are bound to be other cities down the river, so the most sparsely populated place should be there! ”

He pointed in a southwesterly direction.

"Believe it or not, I think it's a reliable path."

Amacer has been bombarded with a string of stories and has become convinced of Eric.

"Let's go!"

Surya picked up Grace and followed the two.

……

At the same time, in the city of Vadan, there were nearly ten people sitting in the secret hall of the Sherlock family.

When a gray-haired old butler saw that it was due, he slapped the broken gold coin in his hand on the table, and announced in a trembling voice:

"Patriarch he...... He's dead. ”

"What!?"

"When?"

"Oh my God—"

……

Screams and wails, real and false, rang out, and the hall was suddenly filled with gloomy clouds, as if the sky had fallen.

"What about Celio?"

Suddenly, a discordant voice came out, like a sharp needle piercing the balloon that had just been full of sorrow.

The sorrow vanished with a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by shock and all sorts of careful thoughts.

In the terrifying silence, a trace of discord was rapidly brewing.

The butler saw all this, and his white-gloved hands clenched into fists and slammed them on the long table.

"Quiet!"

"I don't care what you're thinking, the first thing to do now is to do your best to find the murderer!"

He smashed two deep pits on the ghostly wooden table, and everyone's eyes changed, and then they nodded busily.

……

In the afternoon of this day, in Vadan City, a line of extremely conspicuous text suddenly lit up on the commission board at the entrance of the mercenary association.

Originally, the commissions on this board were listed in white on a black background, and the name of the client was marked in red, but now this information, which is two font sizes larger than the other words, is all red.

Occupy more space, and be more visible, scrolling for a longer period of time, which means more expensive.

So as soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of countless mercenaries.

"It's the Sherlock family, no wonder it's so rich......"

"Is it the family that specializes in selling clothes to women?"

"Huh? So low? ”

"Shhh......h

"Real Fake ......"

……

The mercenaries immediately talked about it.

Tom held Jerry up and fought his way out of the crowd.

"Do you see clearly?" He asked.

Jerry craned his neck and looked at it for a long time.

"'Recruit mercenaries who are good at tracking and go to the trading center in the Fortune Neighborhood for an interview.' We seem to have a job to do. Jerry jumped down and patted Tom on the shoulder.

"It's all your fault, you can't move when you see food."

"I didn't see you eat less...... Tom muttered.

The two spent their money without a plan, and soon became lost in the thriving commodity economy of Vadan City, spending all the money they had earned in Hostida in less than a month. Because there is a curfew in Vadan City, the only money they have left is enough to stay here for one night, and if they can't make any more money, they will have to go back to Hosdi.

They were used to a good life, and they didn't want to go back there.

This tracking mission that popped up out of nowhere was tailor-made for the two of them, could there be any mercenaries in the city who were better at tracking than the two of them?

No! Can! Yes!

"Old cat, do you think we're going to meet a competitor?"

"Impossible!" Tom is confident. "I can smell the magic fly twenty meters away now is the one in the tavern last night, and I will definitely not lose to others!"

"That's good."

The brothers immediately went to the location marked on the commission.