In the gloomy basement, a robin in a red ritual robe walks in, his eyes cold under his hood.

In the pool, the rich plasma tumbled, and the naked Naberis stepped out of it, and the skin around his body continued to decay and regenerate, and after fading from his original slightly old appearance, he was young again.

No more injuries.

He stepped onto the stone slab and took two steps, and the darkness enveloped him like a garment, transforming into a black gown.

"I've been waiting for a long time. He looked at the robin with a smile: "Is there anything that can't be separated?"

"It's not about you. ”

Robin glanced at him: "Didn't I say it, there's no need, don't contact me?"

"Actually, I don't want to see your face. Naberis sighed helplessly: "No way, there is something wrong with the ban on Elizabeth Tower." ”

Robin frowned: "That enchantment was originally built with the participation of the Purple Branch School, and with the core inheritance, can't Ingmar's ability even be reversed?"

"Not a competence ......"

Naberis shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his head, "It's here." ”

As he spoke, he opened the secret door and led the way. At the end of the passage was another door, in front of which a rickety old woman sat in a chair, dozing in the dim light.

Seeing them coming, he didn't speak, just got up and got out of the way.

"Did he take any medicine?" asked Naberis.

The old woman nodded and pointed to the foul-smelling copper kettle in the corner: "Just finished eating, and it will be quiet after a while." ”

Naberis nodded in satisfaction, motioned for the robin to remain silent, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door, the large room was sprinkled with drawings of various colors. Some drawings are full of musical notes, meticulous. Some drawings have scribbled ideas for cracking them, and some drawings deduce the process of alchemy rituals.

And more on the drawings...... It's covered in all sorts of strange graffiti that are completely incomprehensible. It looked like the tragic deaths of all kinds of people - I could vaguely tell that there was a one-armed man who had been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, a large doll's hair painted white, five horses parted, and a blond man who had been chopped to pieces......

In the midst of that pile of drawings, a gray-haired man knelt on the ground. He was seriously grabbing a crayon and scribbling something on the white paper.

The sickly emaciated appearance and feverish eyes are heart-wrenching.

Naberis stood beside him, bent down, and called softly:

"Ingmar-san ~ Ingmar-sama. ”

The man whose original name was Ingmar was still drawing on it, ignoring it. Naberis reached out and picked up the drawing, "What are you drawing? Let my uncle see it, okay?"

It took him a lot of effort to pull the tattered piece of paper out of Ingmar's hand. Without the shredded paper, Ingmar didn't move, just sat on the ground dumbfounded, muttering something incomprehensible.

Robin took the drawing. Frowning at the scribbled handwriting on it, he raised his head after a long time:

"It's ...... Pigeons?"

Hearing him say 'pigeon,' Naberis's expression changed suddenly, but the words had already been spoken, and there was no time to stop them. Ingmar on the ground spasmed as if she was sick, screaming and crawling all over the ground.

In the end, with nowhere else to go, he could only curl up in a corner. He struggled to pick up the shredded paper on the ground and cover himself, muttering in his mouth. The eyes were frightened and dazed.

"Pigeons, pigeons, pigeons......"

He muttered repeatedly, then chuckled, and looked at Naberis with delight: "Why do you say the pigeon is so big?"

What a big pigeon...... Fly!"

No one paid attention to him, so he grabbed the scrap of paper on the ground, threw it into the air, and cheered excitedly: "Fly, fly, fly, pigeon!"

But why are the pigeons so big?"

“......”

The robin looked at Naberis in silence. Wait for an explanation.

"I can't help it, the sequelae of broken heart sounds. ”

Naberis sighed, "My blood pressure has skyrocketed, and my brain is going to ruin when I get rescued—even if I transform into a black musician, I can't save it." I didn't expect that the believer I had developed for the first time in sixty years with the Holy Spirit would be a fool...... Hey. ”

They left the room. Shut the door.

"Now before him he could not mention anything about the interpretation of ancient texts, nor of the Voynich manuscripts. If he's lucky, he's sometimes awake all day, and if he's unlucky...... That's hard to say. ”

Naberis sighed, "In this state, there is no way to interpret it. ”

"We don't have time to drive him crazy. ”

Robin said coldly, "Inject 'mandala', increase the dose, and use the formula of 'withered flower elixir'. Inject until he is conscious. ”

"What if you die?"

The robin glanced at him, "As long as the results come out, does it make a difference to us whether he is alive or dead?"

"Okay, I'll take care of that. There are few black musicians who dare to say that pharmacy is better than me. Naberis nodded, and the conversation changed:

"Things are a little tricky with Sherlock Holmes, though. I'm a little worried that he hasn't been seen again recently, and I'm afraid he's still planning something behind the scenes. ”

"You just have to do what you have to do. The robin said lightly, "Don't be passive, or the Holy Spirit will easily trap you for another sixty years." ”

"Don't say such horrible things, I'm already scared. Naberis sighed in disappointment: "I would have liked to hear some words of encouragement from you." But what if it doesn't work?"

"I have my own way. ”

The robin turned away, and his figure melted into the darkness.

Three days later, at the dock in the afternoon, rotten vegetable leaves were left in the sewage from the sewer and discharged into the ocean.

Amid the smell of fish and the clamour, a cargo ship from afar came to shore, and the second mate, Boning, commanded two sailors to carry a heavy wooden crate ashore.

"It's finally here. ”

For three days and nights, the ship continued to be delivered to him along the way, until by the time he reached Avalon, the wooden box was already stuffed.

The things were wrapped in heavy oiled paper, like steel. It's extremely curious.

But Bonnin was far from daring to open them up and see what happened to the unruly ones after so many years of begging for a living at sea. It would be fine if it was other smuggled goods, but what the shaman wanted, no one dared to think otherwise.

Those who dare to think are dead.

Moreover...... Who knows what kind of hot stuff is in here? Sometimes, just to see it, they lose their lives. It's stupid.

As a small smuggler, Boning was suddenly stuffed with such a hot errand, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. For a few days, he had no idea how many terrible conspiracies and evil plans had been made up in his head.

Along the way, he was scared and scared, and now that he finally arrived at Avalon, he only prayed that someone would take it quickly.

But why is the contact person still missing......?

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart. Obviously under the blazing sun. He only felt a chill wrapping around him.

God forbid, are you really involved in some trouble that you shouldn't touch?

He swallowed and looked at the crowd in fear, wondering if he should stay here anymore.

"Boning?" a cold voice sounded in his ear.

He was startled, turned abruptly, but saw nothing. In the crowd, a vague figure looked at him from afar.

"Come and see me. ”

The voice said. He subconsciously looked up, only to see a pair of indifferent pupils.

The pupils were pitch black. But with the texture of glass, bottomless, as if hiding an invisible whirlpool - just looking at it, people feel that they can't break free.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the market.

In the corner of the market, in front of him. The boy sat on the steps, leaning against the corner wall, as if basking in the sun.

He squinted his eyes and hummed a song pleasantly, vague and distant.

Beside him. The vendors were shouting and selling, the sailors occupied every place on the shore to carry their goods, and the people came and went, and the sailors with rude tempers had already started fighting, and there was a sound of cheers and curses......

But for some reason, no one noticed the figure of the young man beside him, as if he did not exist in this world.

So, what is there here?

Resentful spirits?

Familiar with you, the back of Boning's neck oozed a fine cold sweat, and his thighs trembled.

But the boy simply threw a note into his bosom, pointed to the open space in front of him, and as if he had been pardoned, he dropped the box and fled without looking back.

It was only after he had gone far that he looked back at the crowd with trepidation: the boy had not opened his eyes all the time, as if he had been asleep in the afternoon sun.

He withdrew his gaze, did not dare to look any more, and fled to the docks—no matter what, the hell was over.

And after a long time, the boy finally woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his face and got up from the ground, with a sad face: "Why are you asleep again?" I knew that I didn't play cards all night, and I lost so much, hey...... I hope my aunt won't be angry. ”

He muttered under his breath and ran into the bakery next to him, and soon there was a roar of rage. The boy nodded and took the freshly baked bread to the hotel across the street.

And that box, I don't know when it has been thrown into the carriage by the workers who are moving vegetables.

Horse-drawn carriages rushed down the streets, stopping in front of restaurants to drop fresh vegetables, meat, and seafood. The wooden boxes were carried out by the helpers and distributed to the door of a restaurant run by Tianzhu immigrants. The man in the turban smokes a hookah and directs the children to carry their things into the kitchen.

"Boss, don't you still have a box?" asked a child laborer, puzzled.

"There's a box of whatever. The boss glanced at him: "We only order so many dishes every day, how can those Anglo misers be willing to send an extra box? ”

The boy looked in bewilderment, and the wooden box lying there was gone......

And just like that, the crate was shipped all afternoon through Avalon. In the end, it was thrown into the mail truck as an ordinary parcel and sent to the academy.

"Three hours and twenty minutes. ”

In the coffee shop opposite the school, in the open-air café, Ye Qingxuan stopped the timing of the pocket watch, "Although it has already been calculated, there is still a ten-minute error."

There is still room for improvement...... "-

The New Year will be over in a few hours, I wish you all a happy new year, and please continue to take care of the new year.

And, I've been a little busy recently, and I'm taking a day off for the New Year~ (to be continued.) )