It was an enclosed cabin room, windowless on all sides, and a strange magical light overhead that glowed like an incandescent lamp.

Charles was trapped in an iron cage in the room, the metal and silver cage was engraved with dense secret texts, and his hand held on it could clearly feel the unique heat contained in it.

He believed that if he cast a necromancy spell here, it was not certain whether he could use it, and even if he used it, it would be extinguished immediately.

[Mithril Prison Cage full of divine energy, it is very strong]

[It can isolate all dark forces]

……

The hints of the True Eye are as valid as ever.

Turning her head, Connie was in the same cage not far away, hugging her knees, looking out of the cage in a daze.

Charles couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is that thing?" ”

"It could be some kind of necromantic creature."

Connie replied absentmindedly, in a low tone, as if battered by suspicion.

Charles didn't think it was a big deal, so he was more concerned about what he had seen on the island before.

"Undead with demonic horns?"

"Maybe the demon died and was enslaved."

"Enslaved ......" recalls the gray-black monster that crawled out of the collapsed pit of the house, and Charles is terrified.

The sheep's trotters are pig's tails, with a single horn winding upwards on its head, and its height is more than 100 meters.

The monks were very serious about this, but they didn't see the specific fight, because the two of them had already been escorted here at the stall where the thing appeared.

All they could feel was the violent shaking of the steamship and the faint screeching sound.

This went on for about a few hours, until finally it seemed that the monks were victorious, because the steamship had already started.

However, no one came, and they didn't know exactly what was going on.

"How long are we going to take?" He asked again.

"Who knows, maybe soon, maybe slowly, depending on where we are."

As she spoke, Connie sighed, "I wish this day had come sooner." ”

When they were their own people, the attitude of the church was quite kind, but now that they are suspected of being "enemies", they don't even answer simple questions, and they just don't ask them after they are locked in.

If only it was Charles, after all, he had not been a member of the church for a long time. But this was the case with Connie, who was clearly connected to the church, and he was surprised.

"Even if you're suspicious and Zachary doesn't save you, you should always be treated better, right?"

"Before that, I was a member of their parishion, but now, I'm just a criminal suspected of being tainted." Connie said helplessly, "The rules of the church have always been like this. ”

Shire Moran.

The monks suspected that the two had been manipulated by the necromancer, so they did not dare to be careless, and soon after they met, they were locked in this cage and imprisoned.

After all, it is impossible for the necromancer to do nothing when he snatches the two, and if you think about it with your ass, there must be some deception in it.

They were right, but Charles was tempted to say that the result wasn't quite what they thought, but no one believed him.

In other words, the other party did not give them a chance to communicate at all.

……

The steamship was constantly sailing, confined in a cage in the cabin, and there was no room for movement except for eating, drinking, and Lazar every day, occasionally chatting with each other, and more often in a daze.

They felt nothing but the jolting and roar of the steamship, and Charles was fortunate to see the passage of time with his true eyes.

Connie was not at all, the lights were the same as always, and after a long voyage, she seemed to have lost the concept of time passing.

However, she was quite calm, probably convinced that she had no problem with the reason.

Charles can actually remain calm about this matter alone, but if you count the previous black history, he can't calm down.

Once the camouflage spell is cultivated, there is no possibility of tearing it off.

And if that so-called check checks them all out......

Charles worries every time he thinks about it, but no matter what he thinks, his fate seems to be sealed.

With his current conditions, he didn't even want to resist anything, and it was unlikely that he would even find a way to escape - with a very effective tracking spell, unless he could stay behind the door forever, where could he escape?

……

The days repeated and repeated, and it was only 45 days after the time reached that they were "rescued" that the situation changed a little.

One day, while Charles was lying on his back in a daze, the steamship shook and seemed to dock. Then, under their excited and apprehensive gazes, Zachary, who had not been seen for a long time, reappeared, and at the same time as him, there was a group of strange monks in black robes.

Unlike the group of black trench coats on the island, these black-robed monks wore the robes of the priest's dress, and looked well-mannered, as if they belonged to the clergy.

However, as soon as she saw them, Connie's face changed, as if she had seen some terrifying figure, but before she could react otherwise, she was knocked out by one of the black-robed monks with the palm of her hand on the door of her head.

Charles was one step behind her, but only one step later, and again did not give him any space to speak, and at the end of his gaze was a white palm glittering with countless secret texts descending through the cage on top of his head.

Then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

……

"Fenex is quite picky?" Looking at the young man in the cage, the black-clothed friar who touched his forehead chuckled, "This little guy seems to be very popular with girls. ”

"He's the son of old Cranston." Zachary said, his tone was flat, as if he was accustomed to the impropriety of the person in front of him, "That one was very conspicuous in Turin and even Chauvin when he was young. ”

"Well, old Cranston ......," the friar touched her chin, "I hope his son is innocent, or else some trouble." ”

"The chance of being innocent is very low, even if something happens, and Fenex didn't use them to arrange the birth ceremony, it is impossible to let them go so easily."

The blackfriar who had stunned Connie whispered, "I advise you to be prepared. ”

"Branston isn't worried, but Henry's side ......" Zachary hesitated with a look on his face.

"He'll understand."

So Zachary kept silent.

After the group carried the two out of the cabin, they disembarked from the steamboat, and an island appeared in front of them.

Unlike the Necromancer's Lair, the island is much larger, and there is no sign of forest on it, but it is covered with white buildings.

It seems to be a gathering place.

The monks walked through the quiet harbor area, passing by low white houses, and in the process of encountering people who were also dressed in black trench coats or monk's robes, but only nodded to each other without saying anything.

It seems that everyone here is dumb.

The last group reached the middle of the island and entered an open-air church.

The church has no dome, but is surrounded on all sides by white pillars, which are roughly circular in shape, and in the deepest part stands a huge statue of a cross of thorns, and in front of the statue is a white and immaculate pool.

The pool was now full of water. An old monk in black was standing and waiting.

"The White Church." Upon approaching, Zachary greeted him.

The old monk nodded, and then didn't talk nonsense, and looked directly at the two people who were carried in, "Let them go." ”

So Charles and Connie were thrown into the pool by the monks, from their heels to the top of their heads, completely submerging, and even the long hair that flowed from the water was completely submerged with the depth.

Strangely, after entering the water, the two did not show any discomfort, but still fell asleep so quietly, seemingly unaffected by drowning at all.

Change followed.

The body entered the water, and several chains with dark golden light suddenly burst out of the inner walls of the pool full of water, and in the sound of breaking water, shuttled and flew under the surface of the water, tightly entangled and bound the person who entered the pool.

Seeing this, Zachary took a deep breath, and the old monk named White began the next step with a blank face.

He began to instruct his monks to sprinkle all sorts of strange things into the pool.

powders, leaves, liquids, hedrons, and even bones......

As these were thrown in, the originally clear water of the pool gradually became muddy, and the men and women in the pool became more and more hazy, and finally completely covered by the colorful water.

If Charles were still awake, he would probably find this situation somewhat similar to the "bath water" he used to make when he practiced camouflage spells.

However, the old monk did not spill the secret text or anything like that, but just recited the incantation.

Magnificent, sacred, vast, ethereal......

As the incantation sounded, the muddy, even slightly gloomy water began to tumble and roll, and the heat emanated from it, spreading the mist around it.

The water in the pool gradually boiled.

The boiling water bubbled outward, as if something was heating inside.

However, as the old monk's incantation came to an end, the churning water slowly returned to calm, and its color became lighter and lighter.

Eventually, when the water calmed down, the original turbid liquid had returned to its original clarity.

Standing on the edge of the pool, looking at the ripples of water, everything is clearly visible.

The girl Connie is still the same as before, with a women's jacket and gray breeches, and she looks as if she has slept when she closes her eyes and floats.

There is not the slightest abnormality.

And unlike Connie, Charles. Cranston has changed!

Bound by dark gold chains, standing and floating under the water, the unique golden light blooms quietly, and the mysterious seven-pointed star pattern on the forehead flickers, carefully examined, full of sacredness!

Faced with this, the original scrutinizing eyes of everyone beside the pond changed, and they looked at each other with hesitant expressions.

"If you're not mistaken, this is ......"