On the third floor of the entire SAINT ANGELO Hotel, only Loki lived alone, and the others were empty rooms with open doors.

In the dark, Loki's footsteps didn't make a sound, and it was just some simple basic stealth movement essentials.

As long as the basic footsteps are familiar, not only can you walk silently, but you can also reduce the chance of being noticed by the eyes of others.

Down to the hotel lobby on the first floor, it was also empty, and there was a small corridor behind the table, leading to the usual living room of the boss of SAINT ANGELO.

The corridor in the darkness was also quiet, and Loki cautiously walked to the end, there was no sound in the innermost room, but there was a glimmer of light through the crack in the door.

It should be that the old Mandel ANGELO has not rested yet.

Despite some curiosity, Loki didn't act rashly and left the hotel without a word.

The townspeople who suffer from collective amnesia, not only the boss of SAINT ANGELO, but all of them have this strange illness, which casts a veil of darkness over this peaceful town.

He was going to take a look at the rest of Silent Town.

The dark streets of the town are also untouched by no people, and every resident of the town seems to have strict rules, and they go back early to rest when the night comes.

But there is also something strange, because the silence of the night is so quiet.

There was not even the sound of birds and beasts, not even the sound of the wind or the movement of the air.

The silence was somewhat terrifying.

Loki was a little suspicious, but not so frightened as he walked down the street towards the nearby Wood Tavern.

No matter how faint the footsteps of the basic stealth technique are, it is easy for people to catch in a silent environment.

Little by little, there was a faint sound of footsteps, and Loki remembered his steps, and at three hundred and fifteen steps, he had come to the barrel tavern.

The door of the tavern was closed at this time, and no light came from Lae, and there was no sound from inside, which was not surprising to the half-elf boy.

He walked to one of the side doors of the tavern he had explored the previous day, and there was no lock inside, but it was simply marked with a wooden wedge.

Loki easily used his knife to pick the wooden wedge through the crack in the door.

No, as if sensing something, Loki turned his head suddenly, and behind him was the lonely dark street.

But he always felt like someone was staring at him just now, and he might not normally notice it, but in this quiet and empty place, some psychological intuition has been brought into full play.

But the facts told him that there was no one around but himself.

The optic nerve image and auditory sound wave system remained operational, and the conscious command rummaged through the previous images and sound wave records, but nothing else was found.

Loki frowned, suppressing the suspicion.

Relieving himself, he took out a small bag from his cuff.

It was a little bit of animal fat left over from dinner, and he carefully applied it to the hinge of the wooden door, and after a few moments, he gently pushed it open.

'Squeak~quack', there was a slightly harsh sound of the wooden door rubbing.

Animal fats and fats didn't play much of a role. Loki scratched his head, but didn't pay much attention.

In fact, what if someone finds out? What are the serious consequences?

Anyway, these residents of Silent Town, who suffer from 'collective amnesia', will forget about him tomorrow, and they won't care about this little thing.

The side door led to the back kitchen of the barrel tavern, and Loki walked in to find that not everyone was resting.

In the green shimmering visual image, the half-elf boy sees a figure leaning sideways in a chair.

Although the figure and face were facing away from him, Loki had undoubtedly seen and knew the man.

The figure was none other than the tavernkeeper's somewhat shy daughter, Lily Barrel.

Loki stood still, and for a moment, he noticed that Lily seemed to be asleep, still in that position.

He hid the sound of his footsteps, and cautiously made a detour to the other side, finding that Lily's eyes were closed, and there was not even a breath between her mouth and nose.

With no obvious injuries, Loki frowned suspiciously, and cautiously walked into the tavern.

Behind the table in the tavern stood a figure, equally still, with half a large glass of rum left in front of the table, and it was the barrel owner.

Loki walked up to the front of him, the barrel owner with blue-gray eyes open and his ridiculous beard in one hand.

But the picture of all this is not ridiculous, and the Norman barrel is motionless and stationary.

His whole figure was made into a wax figure of a human body, with eyes, hair, nose, lips, etc., without even a slight tremor.

The whole person is completely and has become a state of immobility.

The surprise on the half-elf boy's face could not be concealed, he thought of something, and quickly walked to the side door and left the tavern.

Following the street where time seemed to stand still, Loki sped up and returned to the SAINT ANGELO Hotel.

Ignoring his voice, he went straight to the door of old Mandel's room, and sure enough, he found that there was still a glimmer of light under the wooden door.

Loki's cuff slid out of the tactical straight knife, and then he pried open the deadbolt inside, and the moment he pushed the door open, he was shocked in his heart.

In the light of a little beating candlelight, I saw old Mandel standing behind the door.

His wrinkled old face was staring at the half-elf boy as if he had been watching him open the door.

Loki grabbed the tactical straight knife in his backhand and strode backwards sharply, and in an instant he unleashed the most proficient defensive move of the intermediate dagger mastery.

For a moment, the half-elf frowned, and stared carefully at the boss of SAINT ANGELO, who was still standing still and had a hideous face, and he found that it was just a false alarm just now.

The hideous wrinkles on his face might have looked kind in normal times, but when his expression was fixed for a moment, his wide-eyed eyes really didn't look like a half-elf.

Loki walked over slowly, touching the old Mandel with the back of his knife, and the other party was like a lifeless wax figure, still stiff and still.

The half-elf was confused for a moment, and he broke open the cold palm of the boss of SAINT ANGELO and took the candle that was still burning.

Using the light of the candle flame to shine in the other person's field of vision, he made a circle gesture and carefully paid attention to the pupil reaction of the old Mandel.

It would not be wrong to use a still wax figure to describe the old Mandel ANGELO.

Not only did his pupils not react to the light source at all, but even if the tip of the knife pierced a little of the epidermal tissue of his face, no blood would drip out.

Loki withdrew his tactical straight knife, and there was no red blood at the tip of the knife, not that old Mandel couldn't bleed, but that his cells and blood seemed to have been frozen by time.

This is by no means a manifestation of 'collective amnesia', nor is it the phenomenon of amnesia being collectively implied by the residents of Silent Town, as he had previously believed.

The strangeness of this silent town is completely beyond Loki's normal cognition.