The first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds from across the sky, and the rainstorm that had lasted all night along the coast of St. Furen finally came to an end.

Hurengel, the harbour city on the west coast of St. Fren's Sea, was hailed by the minstrel of the Violet Kingdom as the brightest jewel of the Golden Bay - although there is some exaggeration in this, the poets' beautiful words and rhetorical devices do express the prosperity, richness and busyness of this port city vividly, and the poems and ballads they composed are as beautiful as the picture scroll of a master who has just woken up from the morning.

The four-storey hotel is located on a slope on the edge of the docks in the Hurenger port area, with a Gothic spire design that looks like a classical castle standing on the edge of a cliff, and the sea and slope are high enough for early risers to sit by the window with a cup of black tea and look out into the distance, and the rising sun can be seen on the blue dividing line between the sea and the sky in the distance.

Murfus temporarily lived in a room on the fourth floor of the inn. Suppose we can see through everything, then through the two glass windows on the balcony at the edge of the room, you can see an old young man sitting on the cushion of a wooden chair with a backrest—the word "old" is used to describe him because his hair is a withered white, his two pupils are sunken into the sockets of his eyes surrounded by two dark circles, and there are even a few wrinkles on his face that do not correspond to his age at all. All of these have physical characteristics that are signs of entering the earth, and you would never guess that he is only in his twenties this year.

The old white-haired young man put his right hand on the table and pressed a book he had been reading a few seconds ago, and the two light gray pupils that were no longer very bright looked down at the harbour dock downstairs of the hotel that had been baptized by the heavy rain, as if he had lost the means to pass the time, and sat on the windowsill waiting for something bored.

Soon, about a minute later, what he was waiting for came.

The door of the room crept silently through a small crack, and the iron lock on the metal frame was pried open at any point, without even the slightest extra sound, as if the door that should have been locked was suddenly opened on its own mind.

The crack in the door opened a little wider, and Murfus's blank eyes flattened toward the transparent glass window.

He sat down at his desk by the windowsill and looked out the window, turning his back to what was behind him and speaking politely: "Good morning, Ms. Clown, the way you visit other people's rooms is always unpredictable. ”

As the words fell, the old white-haired young man sat quietly and calmly, as if waiting for an expected response.

Two seconds later, the transparent glass window was like a polished mirror, reflecting a humanoid figure behind Murfuss. The phantasm blurred for a moment, then became clear, making it possible to see her outward appearance with the naked eye—a mysterious woman in a cloak robe.

"You look like you're one step closer to death, a schoolboy from the Wizards of the Calamity." The woman known as the Clown lifted her own state and tilted her head, revealing her masked face and looking at the white hair behind Murfus's head, "But I'm curious, how did you find me?" ”

"Death is just the beginning of another life, and I am not afraid of death." Murfus calmly replied, "But on the other hand, I have a very serious paranoia of victimization, so I always place surveillance spells in places where necessary—like this one. ”

With that, he got up from his chair and turned to face the woman who appeared behind him, the sense of duty in his heart to be loyal to the realm of the dead subconsciously reminded him, "The other party is one of the patriarchs who stands at the top of the power of the Shepherd, and pay more attention to each other's words when you speak, Murfus." ”

The Cult of the Devil is not a group that eventually compromises and unites due to the competition of multiple forces, but just as the Dark Alliance is led by Skeleda Leorieda, Constantine the Lich, and Cosette the Vampire Queen, the power of this cult is not entirely concentrated in the hands of one person, but is relatively evenly divided among four patriarchs who call themselves "The Joker", "Grey Knight", "Poison Vine", and "Faceling".

The woman known as the Clown is one of the four patriarchs of the Demon Cult. Her eyes glanced playfully at Murfus through the mask that concealed her true face, and then used her slender and nimble fingers to lift the cloak robe that concealed her body, revealing a graceful figure protected by close-fitting soft leather armor.

The Joker's voice sounded sweet and docile, and her fair skin combined with her almost perfect curves would undoubtedly help her to pull the hearts of some young men in her hot blood at some point.

However, Murfus looked at the clown and did not have the urge to be distracted. The reason for this is that he has devoted almost all of his energy to the study of necromancy, and the mask on the clown's face is really creepy--the laughing white mask is just a thin piece of hard shell like most circus performance props in the human realm, but if you reach out and pick up the long hair on the sides of the lady's head, adjust the angle of your gaze to look closely at the two sides of her face that she covered with her long hair, You might be able to gasp and find out that the smiling mask was actually sewn to the woman's face with needles and threads.

Murfus and the Joker looked at each other, then looked beyond the Joker to a new person who appeared outside the door, and asked, "Who is he?" ”

The Joker didn't answer Murfus immediately, but moved out of the way.

The person who appeared outside the door was also covered by a black robe, except that he wore an extra hood above his neck. The man stood outside the door of the room and looked around, making sure that no one was following him, and then cautiously closed the door and entered the room, and said to Murfus in a professional and ceremonial voice, "Good morning, young Mr. Wizard, we met a few days ago. ”

As the words fell, the newcomer raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing a man's face to Murfus's gaze.

The white-haired young man with a pale face glanced at the black-robed man who appeared in front of him, and recalled the memories of a few days ago in his mind for a moment, and then quickly remembered the identity of the other party - a Shepherd Cult spy who had infiltrated the city of Hurengel with a legal identity.

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