As usual, Griffith got out of bed early.

According to the plan, this morning he was going to report to the church of Grace in the town. If there are any orders and urgent reports, the extraordinary and the official personnel can get the news as soon as possible.

He put on his coat and double armor, and tucked the corrupted feathered fencing into the scabbard at his waist. His longsword had been melted down in a previous battle, and he had to apply for a primary weapon from the local authorities as a temporary supplement.

Griffith walked softly past Iloti's room. The girl held the pillow and spun it one hundred and eighty degrees on the bed, and slept soundly, without even closing the door.

It's really careless~ Griffith smiled and closed the door and tiptoed downstairs.

From Dr. Zion's villa to the Church of Grace, you have to go around a stretch of cliffs by the sea. The cool morning breeze blows in your face, and snow-white seagulls skim low across the sea. On the rocks on the edge of the cliff, Griffith saw a man painting, and walked over curiously.

The painter was a young man. He was dressed in a loose cloth shirt with his left and right sides overlapped on top of each other, and a black cloth band was haphazardly tied around his waist. His feet were dressed in wooden shoes that Griffith had never seen before, made entirely of planks and strips, and his toes were held in place with thick rope.

On the sketchpad in the young man's hand, the quiet Hepu Town, the blue sky, the green mountains and the sea blend together, and his exquisite technique can be seen in both composition and coloring.

"It's really good. Griffith exclaimed heartily. The work of the young painter is indistinguishable from that of the famous masters in the drawing rooms of the House of Lamor and Holmonwards.

"Thank you," the young painter nodded politely to the midshipman, "it's far from done. ”

"Is there anything missing?" said Griffith, ashamed of his level of appreciation, for a moment, "isn't the view in front of him already on the page?"

"I don't know, I always feel like something is missing?" said the painter with a look of regret as he threw away the brush.

Griffith looked curiously at the painting, and then at the bored painter.

The painter's face is thin and handsome, with neatly combed short black hair, but there is a decadence and melancholy that cannot be concealed. It was only this short gaze that Griffith found himself intrigued.

Different from the kind of cuteness that is attracted to beautiful women, the artist has an attraction that makes people want to be close from the heart.

Griffith felt in a trance that the melancholy and annoyance in the young painter's eyes were out of step with his paintings, and he longed to fill the paper with ink for him. The painter looked at the paper silently, but his eyes seemed to be staring into the unknown distance.

Oh, I'm going to be late.

Griffith, who was almost immersed in the scene in front of him, suddenly felt a stir and remembered that he had to rush to the Church of Grace.

"Excuse me, I have some trivialities," beckoned the apprentice knight to the young painter, "and when you're done, I hope I'll have a chance to see it." ”

"Okay," the artist nodded slightly, "thank you." ”

"Huh, thank me for what?"

"When I met you, I felt inspired," the artist smiled. His smile seemed to be full of memories, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

"That's great! Griffith turned and hurried in the direction of the Church of Grace.

"Hmm. ”

The painter watched the figure of the apprentice knight leave, unhurriedly opened the tool box he had with him, and took out a small paper cutter.

"Sure enough, it's color, well, it's not expressive enough?" The artist cuts his wrist with a paper cutter and drips blood into the paint pan. He then picked up the brush and tapped it lightly, then abruptly threw it away again.

"Yes, yes, yes, it should be like this? like that, like him. "The painter drenched his fingers in blood, sketching lines on the canvas at a rapid pace.

......

Griffith's destination, St. Grace's Church, and the residential area of Hepu Town are located at opposite ends of a bay and can be reached by boat in less than an hour. The Grace Church is located in the quiet woods of the Mid-Levels, is made of white stone, and the materials and construction are of the highest quality.

Although it was still early, several people were already waiting here. Garrison Mage Conix sat at the top of the long table in the hall.

"This is Sequence 8 'Substitute Walker' Griffith Blanton Cadet Knight, the second son of Knight Blanton, and the second squad leader of the Assault Cavalry? Master Conix carefully introduced the Cadet Knight, and then gave him a brief introduction to the members of the squad.

"Mr. Cadet Knight, the knight stationed on the island is out on a mission and cannot return for a short time, and he has taken some extraordinary people with him?

"In front of you is Second Lieutenant Skortz, 1st Sergeant of the Neopolis Island Garrison Sequence 8 'Surrogate' Finland. Amber from Beacon? You've got to know each other. There are also some Sequence 9 Extraordinaries in the garrison, police station, and town hall, whose training and abilities are still far from reliable? ”

At least for official records, Griffith is also the surrogate of Sequence 8. Except for Galadia and Sonya, no one else knew that his paladin trait had been burned, and he didn't know how to report it.

"Yo!" Amber beckoned to Griffith? See each other again so soon. ”

With a serious expression, the Konix mage took out a few scrolls and spread them out on the table:

"Let's start today's flashbacks, and let's take a look at the conclusion of the investigation into the dark magic items held by Quarksol.

"It has been ascertained that, in addition to the Abyss Collection that he stole from Councillor Milovan Neville, another item is a Class 1 dangerous item known as the 'Wormshell Pipe Organ', which was finally found by us in the bilge after a careful search.

"It is a pipe organ made of an insect shell of unknown origin, and after more than three uses, the player will be parasitized, and the poisonous insect will gradually eat the brain through the blood vessels, and eventually turn the player into his own shell and granary. ”

"That's what Quarksol looks like on the ship. Amber felt sick when she remembered what it was all about.

"Not only is it disgusting but also extremely dangerous," said Master Conix, "the organ summons dangerous tentacles to feed on the poisonous acid, and the prey dissolves and becomes part of the tentacles to recharge the organ."

"After ingesting more than 500 pounds of flesh, the organ will create a fusion monster composed of players, vipers, and reptiles. The more flesh you get, the more powerful the Fusion Monster becomes. ”

"Are there any sealing measures?" asked Ensign Skortz, the paladin.

"We've sealed it in a sturdy basement wrapped in iron sheets with no gaps," said Master Connicks, "and the 'Wormshell Organ' will only consume the flesh and blood of nearby creatures as a source of energy, as long as it is isolated. ”

"Our mission to investigate the Fallen Mage and his dark magic items is complete," Amber said to Griffith, "Mr. Mage stationed has submitted the information to the Arcane Council and the Region through the local Echo Hub. ”

Wait a minute, I have a question. Before Griffith could speak, the others continued the conversation.

"But you have a new job," Mage Connicks said as he glanced at the pretty blonde girl, his expression still stern and stern, apparently completely immune to her beauty.

"The local police station and the city defense army reported that a small group of cultists entered the town of Hepu and carried out a small attack last night, looting some things and causing few casualties. They acted strangely and said something incomprehensible, so they were judged insane cultists.

However, the Hanami Festival in Tsuruura Town will be held in the near future, and thousands of wealthy tourists from all over the world are coming to the festival at Mt. Sogetsu not far from here. No hidden danger can be ignored. The Extraordinary's investigative forces will be sent here, to Hepu Town, Leaning, Amber and Finnish on a rotational basis to assist Griffith in handling extraordinary events and patrols in the region.

"The threat of cultists cannot be ignored. The Arcane Council has circulated the information to Count Lamor and the Beacon Academy, and has given you a new mission as a follow-up to your trip. Each of you will receive 2 additional Merit Points. Your mission order will arrive later, and the difficulty of the mission is B, and it is a dangerous mission to encounter strange cultists. ”

"Isn't it enough to be extraordinary?" said Second Lieutenant Skortz, the Substitute.

"No, after learning of this information, the Governor's Office of the Sea District has begun to send troops from nearby to support us," replied Conix, "and the port and city will be reinforced by a brigade, and some regular and city defense troops will be deployed to augment the patrols in this area, and we can use them." But don't expect many reliable sequences above 8 officially extraordinary. ”

"Why?" said Finland.

"What, why, why aren't there any official extraordinaries to support you?" Corniston paused, "There are so many metropolises and hundreds of towns in the kingdom that need to be patrolled, and even if hundreds of thousands of official extraordinaries are scattered, they will be diluted, and the island is already considered a relatively powerful area. ”

"Slowly, slowly!" Griffith seized the opportunity to interrupt them, "I don't think the equinox is over yet, so let's not jump on anything else." ”

"Oh, what do you say?" Amber asked.

"The wormshell organ only has this function, turning people into monsters?" Griffith thought the problem was obvious, "Quarksol, he lost his wits to do such a thing?"

"Don't expect to use dark magic to win people to their senses," said the garrison mage, "but I understand what you mean, there must be enough motives or other forces to push Quarkthall's actions. Since he himself has been eliminated by you, it will be difficult to find out the motive in a short time, so I will tell you about the rumors about the seal.

"I've consulted with Bayerland, who believe that the playing of the wormshell pipe organ might open some kind of barrier of power, and that it would be a tool for the higher advent arts. However, it is limited to speculation. ”