The rain came so suddenly that the three of them didn't even have time to run to the abandoned stables to escape the pouring rain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The icy rain slapped on the faces of the sleeping trio almost instantly, and the luckiest of them was of course Warhammer, who wore a mask that covered his entire face. Blackburn and Maffeo were drenched chickens, and the three of them got up from the ground in a mess and ran desperately towards the abandoned stable.

"Damn it, damn it!" Warhammer cursed loudly at the damn weather, Blackburn tried to dry the water off his clothes, and Maffeo, observing the gray sky with an expression that didn't wake up.

"Rain isn't a good thing...... Maffeo muttered.

"At least for now, it's already terrible. Blackburn gestured to his soaked clothes next to Maffeo.

Maffeo removed his half-shoulder cape, which was now sticking to Maffeo's ghost hand because it was wet, and it was unpleasant for both comfort and combat. "Hell, the rain ......," said Maffeo, placing his unloaded half-shoulder mantle over the backs of the Blackburn horses in the stables.

"So, what now?" asked Blackburn, wiping the rain off his face.

"The road in the forest must have gotten very muddy, which is not good for us. However, maybe we can borrow an underground passage from the villagers. Maffeo replied after thinking about it.

"Oh, you didn't say the villagers would approve of you. Warhammer looked back.

Maffeo nodded, "Yes, I didn't say that, but that doesn't mean we can't give it a try. Do you want to wait here for the rain to stop, and even if it stops, it won't change the fact that the road in the forest has become more difficult. ”

"Try it. Warhammer whispered.

They didn't see the villagers in the village, that's for sure, and almost all of them went back to their houses to take shelter from the rain. The three of them rushed from the abandoned stables to the village as fast as they could, and the other two, led by Maffeo, rushed to the old woman's house after him. They stopped at the door, and Maffeo knocked heavily on the door, praying that it had better be opened soon.

In a moment, the door opened, and Maffeo received permission after greeting the old woman, and the three of them quickly entered the house. Now, it's finally a warm place. The three of them wrapped the woolen blanket the old woman handed them around the fireplace, which warmed up their already soaked bodies.

The grinning old woman didn't look like a member of the Dark Order, at least that was what Warhammer and Blackburn thought. But what Maffeo could never deny was that the old woman would not become a stranger at night than she was now.

"I've seen you, young traveler. The old woman said to Maffeo with a grin.

Maffeo nodded cautiously. "That's right, I'm back here because there are some things I haven't figured out yet. ”

The old woman coughed, "I understand, after all, faith is not so quick to understand. Her words brought Blackburn and Warhammer's bodies to a halt like ice sculptures, and the two of them mechanically turned their heads to look at the old woman. The other party still maintained a kind expression, but the two of them sensed something else.

After spending half an hour or so in the room in silence, Maffeo finally made his request to the old woman, who seemed to have nothing to do. "If so, can we go and meet the gods?"

The old woman looked up from her chair, "Why are you in such a hurry, young man?"

"The desire to learn. Maffeo replied.

"The gods don't appear during the day, so be patient and wait for the night to fall. The old woman laughed.

"I think offering sacrifices in advance is a better proof of my sincerity. Maffeo stood up, took a step toward the old woman, and whispered.

When the old woman looked up again, her eyes were full of strangeness. "Oh, young man, did you bring an offering that pleased the gods?"

"Of course, so, can we enter the passage to the place where the gods are?" Maffeo slowed his speech as his right hand, hanging at his side, quietly began to make a complex gesture.

The old woman got up from her chair and smiled weirdly. "No problem, but I'm going to see if your sacrifice meets the requirements of the gods. ”

A strange symbol flashed in Maffeo's eyes, and the blood in his pupils disappeared for a second. At the same time, the old woman's movements slowed down, and her expression became dull. "Again, I ask, can we enter the passage to the land where the gods are?" said Maffeo's voice as if coming from the abyss.

The old woman said with a dull expression, "Of course, it's right next to the bed." ”

Maffeo turned to the two men sitting dumbfounded by the fireplace. "Come on. ”

As the three of them entered the dark, narrow, but mysterious, passageway, Warhammer and Blackburn could no longer hide their curiosity and asked Maffeo in unison. "What did you just do?"

Maffeo looked back and said tiredly. "It was a terrible feeling, well, just a simple trick of confusion. ”

"Bewitchment?wait, I've never heard of this before, you know this kind of sorcery?" Warhammer grabbed Maffeo's arm.

"That's not witchcraft, Warhammer. Maffeo shrugged. "It's just a simple use of the power of the ghost god Purumon to temporarily confuse the minds of others, a very convenient ability that Marcos taught me, although it takes my energy to do so. ”

"Hey, hey, hey. Warhammer leaned in with a serious look. "When I go back, can you ask Marcos to teach me this magical ability as well?"

"Please, Warhammer......" Blake, who was behind him, knew Warhammer would ask.

Maffeo looked at Warhammer with a confused expression, then shook his head. "It's impossible, only ghost swordsmen can use this ability, that's the rule. Of course, if your left arm becomes as twisted as I do, I'm sure you'll be able to use Purmont's Confusion. But do you really want to be like that? You know, there are a lot of girls who are terrified of ghost hands. ”

Warhammer coughed awkwardly and took two steps back. "In that case, I guess it's better to forget it. Sure enough, nothing is perfect. He shook his head in frustration and walked forward.

Both Warhammer and Blackburn, who had come to this passage for the first time, and Maffeo, who had already been here for the second time, had the same feeling - that the end of the whole incident was not far off. They went through a long investigation and preparation, and no one wanted this time to come back in vain. The smell of dampness permeated them, as if they had been born carved into their bones.

It's a curse, a curse on a future full of fog. In the same way, it is also a blessing, a blessing to those who are not polluted in their hearts. Well, the clergy would definitely say so. They are not far from here, and all the contradictions and points of conflict are concentrated in this forest that seems to have existed since the dawn of the continent.