The human eye and perception are easily deceived.

The same goes for memory.

Willy, who had called himself an intelligence merchant, removed his mustache and washed off the remaining makeup from his face with clean water, and in a matter of moments, the figure of Sihefar, the owner of Haogenli's manor and a prominent merchant in the lower districts, disappeared from the mirror of the bathroom like a phantom, and was replaced by the face of a young man who was not outstanding, but also attractive.

He looks about twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a pair of pale blue eyes as calm as a mirror lake in winter, and the dark brown hair with the hairspray washed off is casually scattered on the forehead, looking quite handsome, if it is not for the appearance is too ordinary, just this quiet and distant unique temperament and clear and clear shining eyes that reveal a bit of melancholy are enough to make him a temperament-type beautiful man who is popular with the opposite sex.

"Wilson. ”

There was a soft knock on the door of the bathroom, and an old voice came from outside the door.

The movement of the intelligence merchant's hand paused slightly, but the expression on his face did not change much, he just wiped the water stains on his body with a towel, and put on a miserable white mask with nothing but the hollowness of his eyes and mouth, the dark blue eyes swirled in the narrow and somewhat strange "eye sockets", and the blood-colored lips slightly outlined an arc under the grinning "big mouth", and then turned his head away - under the effect of light and shadow, for a moment, the miserable white mask in the mirror seemed to reveal a sinister smile.

"Emergency meeting?"

He opened the door and looked up at his watch, where the time and minute hand were at an angle of exactly one hundred and eighty degrees.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

"No, it's Lord Ignati's orders. ”

The old man outside the door replied - it may not be appropriate to describe him in person, although he has a human appearance, and it is quite in line with the definition of "old", but from the lower body of the ancient myth and legend "lamp god", it is obviously not appropriate to use the word human to describe him.

He...... It's the messenger.

It's a strange thing that wanders in the depths of the deepest night.

More precisely, a strange part of the depths of the deepest night.

Obadia, the castle of Obadia.

In the depths of the deepest night, there are many bizarre things that cannot be understood by the existing wisdom of human beings, and cannot be analyzed by the inherent logic of human beings, and their existence even violates the laws of the ordered world. Strange is just a general term for things that cannot be understood, and there are no positive or derogatory connotations, including strange things that are beneficial to human beings and will even help human beings unconditionally, and strange things that are full of deep malice like chaos to everything, and so on.

Obadiah is one of the more neutral ones.

It is a living castle.

The Citadel of Obadia.

Ignati called it so, and according to the old man, such oddities were not uncommon in the depths of the night, and the travelers who sought Prometheus were not iron men of gold, but also needed to eat, to rest, and to have the physiological needs of a normal human being—without which no one would have been able to make it far in the depths of the night, full of malice.

However, none of this has anything to do with him.

Gathering the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, he looked at the strange appearance of the old man in front of him.

"Take me there. ”

He commanded, without any politeness.

"As you wish. ”

The old man replied in a low and hoarse voice, accompanied by a "whew", the shriveled form suddenly exploded, and the red torrent rolled upside down, but in an instant, the pupils of the intelligence merchant who had appeared on the side of the Glory One as Willy were completely occupied and swallowed by the red flames.

Then, in the next moment.

"Lord Wilson," the old voice awakened the young man's sluggish consciousness, and the strange appearance of the old man made a standard "please" gesture, "Welcome to the castle of Obadiah. ”

Willie, or Wilson, did not answer, for it was a pointless thing to do—as part of the castle Obadiah, the old man, despite his logic, had no corresponding personality.

He just followed the direction the old man had shown him.

Obadiah is very different from the castle in human cognition, first of all, it is not a dead thing fixed on the earth, but some kind of creature with its own soul and will, and secondly, it does not have a concrete form in the outside world, and its huge body exists in a place that it calls "Narrow" - the meaning of Narrowness is not difficult to understand, that is, between objects and objects, but this concept is placed on a strangeness that has at least the size of a castle, which makes people wonder whether there is a decisive difference in the definition of "Narrow" between the two sides.

But the biggest difference is ...... The interior of the castle is not a static dead space, but a living labyrinth.

Those who are not guided cannot move an inch.

On the other hand, those who receive and follow the guidance are at home here.

The dark and deep alleyway was fleeting, and Wilson stopped at the end of the alleyway, his eyes pausing slightly on the intricately patterned doorway, and then gently pushed open the seemingly thick stone door.

"What are you looking for me," he raised his brow, ignoring the pure white space behind the door that contrasted with the dark and deep world outside the door, and only a drooping old man, a demonized patient with an abominable face, was reflected in his pale blue pupils, "Old man?"

"You're being targeted. Ignati put down the cup in his hand, there was no joy or anger in his cloudy eyes, and his deep voice did not fluctuate too much, "Michelangelo and the Misty Night Killer have already started negotiations on the specific matters of cooperation—and you will be the Murderer's name to prove his sincerity." ”

"Murderer?" Wilson sat down across from the old man, "The Dark Guild joins forces with Michelangelo?"

He looked at the old man with scrutinizing eyes.

"The Dark Guild," the traveler laughed from the darkness, "for Michelangelo, a bunch of losers who lost even their bottoms are of no use. ”

"It's ...... What do you mean?" Wilson was keenly aware of the information contained therein.

"The Dark Guild no longer exists. The old man shook his head, and sighed in his tone, "At this point, I have to admit that the little guy of the Ulysses family has done a good job. ”

"And they succeeded?"

Whether as a member of the House of the Lost or as a former cameo intelligence merchant, Wilson was well aware of the power of the Dark Guild, and from the very beginning, he had no hope in the actions of the boy and the female swordsman.

"Well, it worked. Ignati took a sip of tea, and then put it down, "It can also be said that it has failed—with the use of people with intentions, the dark guild's ghost killer plan has been a complete success." ”

"In other words, the murderer of the foggy night has been resurrected?" Wilson didn't have much real sense of the murderer who turned the lower districts upside down a hundred years ago, and although he admitted that the other party was a terrible enemy, he was afraid that he couldn't make a splash in front of the old guy in front of him, "and ...... Did he join forces with Michelangelo?"

His voice was unexpectedly calm.

"That's right. The old man nodded, adding, "Moreover, you are the first to be implicated." ”

"I'm really flattered," Wilson looked up at his turquoise eyes, which were as calm as the sea before a storm, "so I'm going to be dangerous?"

"Very dangerous. Ignati replied.

"Isn't that what you'd love to see?" the former intelligence merchant raised his eyebrows, and it was difficult to describe the complex emotions revealed in words alone, "My adoptive father. ”

Adoptive Father——

The title made the old man's movements stiffen abruptly, and then fell into a long silence.

"That's not what I intended. After about two or three minutes, the old man sighed faintly, "If you insist on revenge, I don't mind giving you a chance to get revenge after the plan is completed." ”

"Excuse me. After the same long silence, the young man spread his hands indifferently, "I will not accept your handouts anyway, if your mad plan will succeed or not—so, old man, take good care of your life, and don't let the angry Glory and Sword Bearer tear it to pieces." ”

"It's not guaranteed. Looking at the young man's pale blue eyes, the traveler who had returned from the darkness couldn't help but chuckle, "The lord of Hemtika is not a simple character, I may have fought with him twenty or thirty years ago, but now...... I'm getting old after all. ”

"It's not your style to say such frustrating things. Wilson shook his head, "If you dare to carry out such a crazy plan, you should have the corresponding confidence in your heart, old man." ”

"There are some things that can only be done with confidence," the old man paused slightly, sighed softly, and his cloudy eyes looked into the unknowable, and said in a flat but undeniable tone, "but ...... Fate has never given humans a choice. ”

"Have to do it?" the former intelligence merchant sneered, "I can understand if it's a quest for the secrets hidden in the depths of the night, but—"

He paused, looking at his adoptive father, at the ultimate ruler of the House of the Lost.

"It is never clear to me why you want to break the boundary between the lower and the fog and let the Nameless Mist break through the blockade of the Wall of Sighs and drag the whole of Hemtika into an unprecedented dangerous situation!"

However, in the face of the youth's questioning, the elderly traveler was silent.

In the pure white space, the young and the old looked at each other without giving an inch, and time seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment, and the oppressive atmosphere poured down like a thundercloud on a stormy night, and the sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate ordinary people gradually became condensed under the confrontation between the two.

Eventually, Ignati put an end to the unprovoked confrontation.

"If you do encounter a murderer," he sighed softly, and said pessimistically, "perhaps it would be an option to turn to Ulysses for help." ”

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!"

Wilson responded harshly, but his grievances had no chance to be conveyed - long before the Traveler had returned from the darkness had given orders to the true owner of the place, the strange in the name of Obadiah.

"Drop-off. He said.

In the next moment, the crimson flame rolled out backwards, completely engulfing the young man's figure.

Subsequently...... The world is restored to purity.

"Obadiah. The old man called out the strange name, "Am I really doing something wrong?"

And rightfully so—

There was no reply.