After a long time of brewing, a vast thunderbolt finally shone inside the dark clouds in the sky.

The sound that rang out from this rumbled, reflecting the dead silence of the monastery under the dark sky.

After the team left the monastery, it was largely devoid of life—

The dark forces that enveloped the monastery had been prayed out forged, and a large number of poisonous insects had scattered in all directions.

The bodies of the victims scattered throughout the monastery have long been solemnly buried by the investigation team, and some important items and materials have also been transported away.

The only thing that awaits here seems to be abandoned, or reopened at some point, to establish a new gathering place of religious life on the basis of this.

But fate didn't seem to have given up on the monastery, and under the dark clouds that covered it, a short and fat figure quietly returned to this place.

When the cold air blew through the empty dark streets, it also relatively obscured the footsteps left by the figure in a hurry, and I saw him walking straight towards the depths of the complex, as if he had a clear goal.

He finally made his way to the convent's library, and without hesitation, he walked to a bookcase somewhere in the darkness, lit by an oil lamp.

As he walked, he was still muttering a passage, as if he was afraid that he would forget it by accident.

"No. 210, No. 6, No. 210,"

"No. 210 ...... No. 6 Noble Historical District"

"Aristocratic Historic District, Sixth Row, 210-"

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped, and the footsteps of the short and fat figure stopped at the same time, and the hand-held oil lamp approached the bookshelf in front of him and took a closer look, and found that the mark matched the target he was looking for.

So he grinned.

But then he didn't act in a hurry, but put down the oil lamp, knelt down and kowtowed respectfully a few times, and then stood up again, carefully pulling out a gray book corresponding to the target.

The surface of the book is smoky gray leather, which is inconspicuous, and the head is embroidered with silver thread with a title called "The Distribution and Status of the Known Members of the Royal Family of Falos", and the overall appearance is a thick stack.

But instead of looking at a single line in the book, the man roughly opened it and drew a dagger from it.

It happened that lightning roared outside the library window, and in the flash of light, the dagger shone quite clearly.

It looks old, has a dull color, and has a relatively ordinary shape, and the handle is wrapped in brown cowhide, which is not eye-catching.

It's just that at the tip of the thin blade, there is an inconspicuous trace of blood.

The short and fat figure took a few heavy glances at the bloodstain, placed the dagger in the wooden box prepared in advance, then threw away the book, picked up the oil lamp and hurried away.

The library hall fell silent as a result, and nothing changed except for the occasional flash of lightning.

However, it seemed that tonight was an uneventful night, and not long after the short and fat figure left, another tall and thin figure quietly appeared here.

The figure was wrapped in a black cloth robe, and he did not hold any lighting equipment in his hands, but the darkness around him did not affect his normal walking at all.

At the same time, he didn't seem to have a clear goal, and after entering the library hall, he walked here and there, occasionally staying in one place for a few seconds, his nose constantly stirring.

Seems to be following someone's path of travel.

He finally made his way to the bookshelf where the chunky figure had once resided, and after looking at his surroundings, he picked up the thick book that was still on the surface.

"Distribution and Current Situation of the Members of the Royal Family of Pharos ......"

After whispering the title of the book in a hoarse voice, he seemed a little confused, but it did not affect him to stuff the book into the cloth bag he carried around his waist.

Then he approached the vacant shelf, sniffed it carefully, frowned unconsciously, and then shrugged his nose around with a slight suspicion.

In the end, he even lay on the ground and carefully sniffed the remaining scents on the surface of the stone bricks, as if he was looking for some important clues.

It wasn't until the pouting figure stopped in an area outside the bookshelf that the clue finally appeared-

It was a dry stain of blood, stained on the inside of the legs that supported the bookshelf in the pitch black, and seemed to have been splashed here by accident.

It looks inconspicuous and absolutely impossible for a normal person to notice.

However, after the figure sniffed it closely, it was shocked, and after licking it impatiently, it couldn't help but cover its mouth and cry out in pain.

It's like your tongue has been pricked by the tip of a needle!

It's just that on the contrary, this person's expression is so excited!

Eager to get up from the ground, he ignored the rest of the clues around him and stumbled out of the library.

Then the figure completely melted into the dark night.

In the darkness, the torrential rain poured down from the sky in a short time, crackling against the stone brick surface, washing away the many traces that remained in the monastery.

It also cleanses away the long-standing smell of blood here.

……

In the estate of Viscount Sinclair, not far from the monastery, the Church's investigation team and most of the locals were already asleep.

Bishop Rhodes and some of the core members were still in a room discussing some of the clues they had received during the day.

Under the lightning and thunder outside the window, these people gathered together seemed to have determined the direction of the investigation and were ready to start a new operation early tomorrow morning.

But all this has nothing to do with Bernie for the time being.

He was lying on the bed in the guest room he had been arranged, covered with a blue velvet futon, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, in fact, he is in another "world" at the moment, and he is dedicatedly writing -

The yellowed vellum of the paper is rapidly marked with the stroke of a quill, and lines of delicate small symbols appear in such an intricate way that at first glance they appear to be some kind of ancient hieroglyphs.

But unlike words, they seem to have extraordinary magic.

Within a few seconds of being written on the vellum paper, the lines began to slowly disassemble or move.

It was as if the ink stains that should have been dead had been given life, and like a bunch of black ant colonies that had been forcibly fixed to the paper, they had finally broken free from their restraints and scattered.

At the same time, as Bernie struggled to write, the space around him seemed to distort, and a burning smell grew in the process.

Outside the wooden house, it seemed that he felt the abnormality here, and the depths of the swirling black mist began to appear in turmoil, and after a while, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up from the window one after another.

It was as if countless monsters were lying outside the window, observing the situation inside the house.

But none of this affected Bernie's concentration, and as he moved his wrist in the light of the candle, rows of fine symbols continued to appear on the paper with a rustling sound.

However, it seemed that the time was not ripe, and when he was about to finish writing this rune sequence that he had memorized in his heart, the animal skin paper full of fine symbols suddenly began to wrinkle, and then it quickly burned with a bang!

The burning speed was so fast that Bernie blinked, and the thick piece of animal skin paper had already turned to ashes, and it was silently spread out on the desk, as if mocking his inadequacy.

"Even paper made of xenofur can't hold ......"

Just one look at Bernie made it clear what was going on, so he had a bit of a headache.

After experiencing the awakening of talent, he can already be called reborn at this moment.

This change is not a power increase or something like that.

It's the ubiquitous vitality and vitality in the body.

At this moment, he seems to have inexhaustible physical strength, which can make him stay up all night and fight tirelessly, and at the same time, his mind is also extremely clear.

It's like being in the most productive time of the day, but Bernie is in this state all the time, and he doesn't even feel tired from staying up late.

So, after returning to Sinclair Manor with the Investigative Team, he couldn't wait to start his second observation of the player.

This time it went well, and although it still cost a lot, it was enough for him to memorize one of the sequences in the vast serpent.

It's just that when he wanted to reproduce this kind of knowledge in his heart, he encountered serious difficulties-

Whether it's ordinary paper, or precious, even the xenomorph animal skin paper that can be carried by high-level transcendent skills, can't allow Bernie to write the complete rune sequence!

"What should I write this time?"

Turning sideways and glancing at the many collections on the shelves behind him, Bernie unconsciously squinted.

The shelves contained precious ores, seeds with shimmering halos, metal spear tips wrapped in blood-colored linen, and even poisonous insects sealed in glass bottles......

It looks like there's no carrier that allows him to write things out!

In other words, the most suitable carrier has just been self-immolated.

Bernie was a little helpless because of this.

His property before he was reincarnated as an adult had already been consumed by him because of shaping this black fog world.

The only thing that can be called a legacy is a few crucial "research" tools, and the pile of specimens needed to transplant talents.

So all these scattered things on the shelves are all obtained after reincarnation-

Although Bernie is no longer a hell devil, he can still do what only hell devils can do thanks to this black fog world.

The main thing is to respond to the ritual that calls him, and then to make a contract with the caller, to give him power, and to receive sacrificial items.

It is not simply to follow this connection and project one's own will into the other person's body.

But this ability is actually very bluffing.

Because at the moment Bernie has no power of his own, let alone empowering others.

And the advent of the latter is even more deceptive -

Like a supercar with hollowed out internal parts, although it looks like everything is normal on the outside, if you really want to drive it on the road or even compete with others to see who can run faster, you can't even light a fire.

So these collectibles seem like a lot, but they are actually not too precious things.

And because he didn't expect players to appear before, he didn't have time to prepare the relevant loaders.

It's like he managed to steal a piece of meat from someone else, but when he came home, he found that he didn't have a pot at home......

Of course, now you can actually "buy a pot" now.

It's just that it's obviously impossible for him to do that in the current reality.

And in the devil's way, the time will be very long-

You have to secretly hide the ritual materials that call you, or your "contact information", in one place.

Then find a way for someone else to discover the place, and then discover that way of contacting.

In the end, when this person can't resist the temptation to take the bait, he has to seduce him step by step, let him fall completely, and finally willingly sign the transaction contract.

The duration of the whole process is not destined to be very short and complicated.

Of course, Bernie has done this kind of thing a lot over the years, plus some accumulation in the past.

There are actually quite a few people who know his "contact information......

It's just that he currently belongs to the Silver Spear Wax Pole Head, and he will easily not respond to the calls of some targets that are beyond his control.

You know, although an empty shell supercar has no interior, it still has a corresponding card.

There is a limit to the number of such cards in hell, and many devils are not lacking in the inside, so they need this card to decorate themselves and make themselves climb into the ranks of "rich and handsome".

As for the kind of weak call, but you can't touch too high-end items, you can only use it to do some things......

"The tiger falls in Pingyang."

Fingers tapped on the table, and Bernie began to consider whether to hold off on the research.

It's just that at this moment, his mind suddenly moved, and then he looked at his surroundings-

The cabin he is currently in is not a wooden house, but what Bernie has over in this black fog world.

And within this control, he can actually do a lot of things.

For example, "paint" it to make it look better, or simply transform it into a bedroom.

And, in fact, he can also add some "accessories" here......