According to the map given by Glazer, Mu Yan and Ricky found the way to the control room under the cabin.

The ship was controlled by a complex circle, half of which was created by Glazer and half was left over from the ship itself. The old man said that the magic patterns were simple and efficient, and that their foresight and style of opening and closing did not resemble the products of this era at all, and that the techniques of the Vadan people were very childish in comparison. If this was really the creation of the Chao people, he couldn't imagine how prosperous the civilization of this group of muscular sticks was back then, and it had fallen to the point of ignorance and ignorance it is now.

The area around the control room is filled with desert circles to keep anyone out of the prying eyes, but that doesn't mean anyone can trespass.

Because the barrier of the control room is isolated from the cheating control, Hablon's perception is integrated. In other words, there seemed to be countless threads extending from the barrier that connected Hablon, and whenever it was touched, it would tug at his nerves. Therefore, the stupid bird cannot be allowed to invade as before, and it is necessary to wait for an opportunity.

The two who had escaped into the film world waited quietly, and the sound of the waves of the River Styx crashing against the hull of the ship was heard.

……

In McConn's house, a kind of guard running so clean that he didn't even have time to wipe the grease off his mouth.

Now all that is left is a dazed Uno and McConn, who can't escape.

The expression on the latter's face was subtle, as if he had been caught by his parents who had suddenly come home when he had called the class to skip class for a party on Monday afternoon.

It stands to reason that no one in this room can escape, and Hablon is notoriously tyrannical. But this time it seemed that something was different, instead of punishing the derelict guards, his eyes were fixed, staring at the magic patterns on the stone pot, as if he had fallen into a memory.

How long ago was the last time you saw these patterns? It seemed that the fog had been going on for more than four hundred years, almost two hundred years had passed since now, he thought, and a young face appeared in front of him.

……

"Lord Hablon, these patterns are not only very concise, but they also seem to be some kind of writing when they are reversed. Did the ancestors of the Michao people leave any information? Maybe I can help decipher these things. The slave named Ash asked as he copied the pattern, the excitement between his brows that didn't match his identity at all.

Shouldn't all slaves have a sad face at this time, and look like they have lost their souls? Hablon was furious.

"Do what you have to do, slave."

He said lightly with a straight face, but the slave shrugged, as if immune to his indifference.

"As you wish, my lord."

In the evening, Hablon walked into the dusty and cobweb-strewn storage room, and found some information in the decaying attic, the words on which he could not read, but vaguely summoned the magic in his body.

He stared at it for a long time, until those tadpole texts seemed to be wriggling, which upset him, and finally gave up.

It's a hassle to use your brain, he thought.

The next day, he threw his things in front of the slaves.

"This is a random find, if you dare to break it, I will let you feed the horses."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

The slave happily took the information, and his caution made Hablon laugh a little.

Isn't it just some rotten books, and so happy?

Soon after, the slave was able to decipher the text as he wished, and the translation into Heru was:

"Kindness is the fertile ground of faith, which bears the fruit of faithfulness."

"It seems to be talking about the beliefs of people in the past, and it seems that there are beliefs in Heru as well......" Ash muttered, as if caught up in memory.

Hablon silently took this sentence to heart, and then said impatiently:

"It's time to do your job now, and don't care about these meaningless things in the future."

Ash smiled, bowed, and left.

……

The spell was part of the Dividing Circle on the Nagfar, dividing the limited space of the cabin into numerous overlapping but non-interfering chambers, which were distributed on both sides of the same corridor, like staggered bud packs scattered on either side of the branches.

Perhaps letting go of these guards today is also because he sees things and thinks about things, which reminds him of the words buried deep in his heart.

Hablon ** looked at the stone pot, saw the soup that was divided into two parts, and put his hand inside.

Uno couldn't help but want to speak when he saw him spoiling the food, but McConn covered his mouth.

This guy who only cares about eating and doesn't even want his life...... The latter breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the actual space in the pot was much larger than it seemed.

"Where did this pot come from?" He asked Uno.

Uno watched as the soup trickled down his arm and dripped to the ground as if it were his own blood.

Distressed.

Very distressed.

So much so that he was so focused that he forgot to answer, and McCone elbowed him several times to no avail.

"My lord, he used to be a chef in Hosdi." He hurriedly replied for Uno.

Uno seemed to come to his senses and stood up blankly.

"That's right, I worked as a chef in Hosdi."

"Hosdy?" Hablon thought for a moment. "Is it the city to the west near the fog? There are no walls, and the streets are all rings? ”

"That's right, that's where I worked in the bakery on Fifth Avenue, first as the front desk of the Mercenary Hall."

"What about this pot?"

"It was sold to me by a young wizard named 'Ash', who said there could be more in the pot." Uno wanted to get his pot back, but it was in Hablon's hands, and he couldn't help but move a little timidly.

Hablon's ears pricked up when he heard the name "Ash".

"What the hell is it......" He looked at the pattern on the outer wall, probing his senses.

And then

"Boom-"

The cauldron exploded in an instant, and the debris scattered violently, but it stood eerily in the air, as if time had stood still, as had happened to Charlie and Grace's men on deck that day.

A strange smell lingered, and it was impossible to detect it under the cover of the hot pot base, because it was food, Hablon didn't care, so he inhaled a trace, this smell seemed to be able to paralyze and weaken perception, although it was very weak, but the effect was remarkable.

In addition, due to the penetration of the magic pattern, he was almost at the center of the explosion, so his perception was inevitably disturbed.

Because the soundproof barrier of the house had been destroyed by Hablon, the sound of the explosion was heard down the staircase to the bottom. At the same moment, Mu Yan seemed to hear the sound of the starting gun, causing the silly bird to dilute the barrier, and the Tallinn people turned into light and passed through with Hedwig at the same time.

Seeing that the two of them were busy with all this, he hurriedly faded the traces of the crowd's coming, started the ghost walk, and cautiously slipped back to the deck.

……

It took Hablon less than three seconds to recover from the weakening of his perception, and he was instantly connected to the control room.

The crumbs of the stone pot were out of control, and they fell to the ground with hot liquids splashing all over the floor.

"Lord Hablon......"

McConn slammed to his feet and stood in front of Uno. He thought that the other party had destroyed the cauldron out of anger, and he was worried that Uno would be poisoned.

Hablon didn't speak, but waved his hand away like garbage, and McCone was swept away and slammed against the wall.

Seeing this scene, Uno's brain went blank, and only Mu Yan explained what he said before leaving.

"If you're in danger, follow your instinctive instincts and don't think about plans."

He repeated this sentence in his heart, and the ghost picked up a piece of debris and made a gesture of resistance against Hablon.

"Uno, be brave."

He pursed his lips and said, which was what Ricky had always taught him.

However, Hablon didn't seem to plan to do anything, he just imprisoned Uno's body and tore a piece of camouflage from his face, revealing the original appearance of the Mi Chaoren.

"You're from Hosdy, aren't you?" He asked.

Uno couldn't nod his head, so he rolled his eyes.

"Do you know Hosdy himself?"

Uno's eyes remained motionless as a sign of denial.

"I'll take you to him for confirmation. If you're telling the truth, I want to know everything you learned, like why you did camouflage on board. Hablon pointed to the debris on the ground. But if you lie, that's what happens to you. ”

With that, he let go of the restraint, and Uno nodded, then looked at the ground distressedly.

"Will you pay me for an identical one?" He asked.

Hablon was stunned for a moment, then replied playfully:

"Of course."