Amber carefully put away the notebook:

"Elusa said that you GIs have a good restraining effect on the dark arts, and she has repeatedly told me to act with you.

"Even one of the strange things about the missing people who stripped themselves naked and then took care of their clothes and jumped into the sea in that weird way is incomprehensible, and the two same cases show that the cause of their disappearance is related. Thinking about it this way, the missing purser may also be more than lucky. What did the security chief say, did the captain take action?"

Griffith reflected on his progress today:

"After we left the sewage tank, the safety supervisor reported to the captain.

"There is a way to simply report to the Maritime District Authority, but the equinox is on the sea between the two places, and the speed is very fast, and if the warships cruising nearby cannot happen to encounter it, they will have to wait until we reach the port of destination.

"We'll be off the coast of Neopolis early the day after tomorrow, and the local extraordinaries and officials will be ready.

"However, it may be too late to arrive at the port.

"Early tomorrow morning, we will conduct a comprehensive survey of the bottom cargo holds, what should be found there, and there may be a fight. ”

Amber forks a small slice of ham and puts it in her mouth:

"I found that the two of us couldn't handle this task at all. The ship was too big, and there were no highly inspired mages or hunters, so we wasted a lot of time like deaf and blind.

"In addition, there is no way to carry out investigations and full vigilance at night, and the cultists are allowed to act recklessly. ”

That's right. How to configure the manpower of this task, are the official heads all curly-haired baboons who eat bananas?

The two sighed together in tacit understanding. Amber ate all the food and stood up with her hands clapped:

"Forget it, it's no use complaining.

"Tonight, the two of us will alternate guards, and carry out a limited range of patrols, you take a shower first, and I will go to the captain's place once to see if there are any instructions from the academy, and just leave me the sofa. ”

......

Griffith took a shower, laid out his nest on the couch, and lay down comfortably. As soon as he lay down, Amber returned to her room.

"How's that? found anything?" Griffith sat up from the couch.

"Well, nothing special has been found," Amber said as she walked into the room, taking off her coat and tossing it on the back of the chair next to her desk, "the captain and officers were very nervous, and had already distributed weapons to the sailors. I'll take a shower, and you're ready to sit down!"

"Understood," Griffith smiled and nodded, "I'm not the kind of person who listens to the sound of water outside!"

As soon as he said this, Griffith felt that he was too frivolous, and he would make some jokes when he was with his breezy companions, but after leaving the army, he gave up this hobby.

"Uh......" Amber, who had already walked into the bathroom, poked her head out and glared at Griffith, "You go to the hallway for me!"

"Boom!"

The door closed behind Griffith again.

Griffith shrugged and slowly strolled down the quiet promenade.

It was very calm in the cabin passage at night, but beyond the sound of the sea, there seemed to be some special sound, like ......

Curious Griffith listened. Gradually, the faint sound became clear.

He seemed to hear the faint sound of dice falling to the ground that he had heard before.

There was also a sound, like the bell of a strange man striking in the midnight bell tower, or some kind of organ used by the church, which reverberated solemnly and indescribably through the empty corridors and struck the heart...... Alone, Griffith's hair stood on end, and he almost fled back to his room. Bursts of strange sounds seemed to come from the bottom of hell, and gray and rotting arms stretched upward, and cold touches began to spread from the ankles.

In a trance, Griffith felt a crack open in the bottom of the equinox, beneath him.

Although he could not see it with his own eyes, he still had it in his mind.

Inspiration, who had become more acute after his promotion, instinctively accepted the scene, and Griffith's sanity seemed to be swept away by a storm.

He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and in a trance, he seemed to have entered a psychedelic world. In the void where there was nowhere to stay, the distorted and elongated phantom was entangled, opening a door far away, countless eyeballs flickering in the darkness one after another, and dense black tentacles were like kneaded threads, waving continuously.

Accompanied by a strong feeling of dizziness and vomiting, Griffith lost his reason for a moment, and danced wildly with his hands, jumping up and down the aisle of the cabin like a spring-loaded toy, waving his hands and twisting them like seaweed in a rapid. His eyes lost their look and brilliance, and he stumbled towards Amber's cabin like a walking corpse.

In confusion and confusion, Griffith suddenly noticed a golden light appear in front of him, followed by a heavy blow. He was beaten on the spot, and before he could come to his senses, he landed an uppercut in the jaw.

"Boom!" Griffith flew up, hitting the ceiling overhead, then bounced off the wall to one side, fainting simply.

Griffith woke up to find himself slumped on the couch, out of his temporary madness, but with terrible pain in the left side of his face and jaw. Amber got dressed and sat on the edge of the big bed, tilting her head to look at him.

"You've been unconscious for two hours, did you just see or hear something?"

"The bell, perhaps the sound of the harp," Griffith strained himself to his feet, "and there came a very strange but clear sound from the bottom of the boat, and then I saw many strange sights, like Impressionist frescoes. ”

Amber bit her lip slightly: "Tomorrow morning, when the sun comes out, we will quickly gather the crew to thoroughly search the bottom cargo hold, there will definitely be traces of black magic there." Now, you close your eyes and sleep a little more. ”

"What about you?" asked Griffith, "I can be on duty first." ”

"No, you sleep first. Amber took out a pair of golden gauntlets from her bag and clasped them around her wrists, gesturing twice at him, "I don't worry about you. ”

......

On January 8, 1444, early in the morning of the third day of the equinox's departure from the port.

Griffith and Amber sat face to face in silence, waiting for news from the sailors over breakfast.

Following the captain's orders, the head of security organized a survey team early in the morning and entered the hold with cargo details, lanterns and weapons. The two extraordinaires will await their findings at the restaurant.

Unsettling news was spreading on the ship, with a group of passengers blocking the crew and demanding an explanation for the disturbing rumors.

Griffith slowly took a sip of the hot milk, the enticing aroma and warm taste made him feel comfortable and comfortable when he just woke up.

Amber absentmindedly looked out the window at the sea, gently playing with her long blonde hair with her fingers.

"We should go together," Amber stood up suddenly, "the sailors are not extraordinary, and dark magic items are not something they can handle. ”

"Yes, they can't handle it," Griffith put down his glass of milk and nodded earnestly. He had fully recovered from last night's confusion and was in great clarity.

"Hey, what are you doing sitting there!" Amber asked in surprise, "we may be the only Orderly Extraordinaire on this ship!"

"Yes, we probably are," Griffith stood up, pressed Amber's shoulder as she was about to rush out, and gestured to the seat next to him, "so before the sailors checked, our request to them was to contact us as soon as they found any suspicious cargo." ”

"You're using the sailors as cannon fodder!" Amber shook her head in dissatisfaction with her hands on her chest.

"It's a risk from their work," Griffith said with a calm countenance, "and if we rush in and fall into the trap in the first place, who else will stand in front of the fallen mage?"

Just then, a young man in a dark dress approached. Noticing the stranger's approach, Griffith subconsciously clenched the Corrupt Feather Feather Feather Foil Fencing at his waist.

"Miss Amber," the young man bowed, "I am Congressman Milovan Neville's valet, and Councillor would like to invite you to sit in the room for a while. ”

"I've got some time," Amber said, standing up and speaking to the waiter in the dining room beside her, "if the captain wants to look for me, come to the councilor's cabin without delay." ”

Griffith also followed, and walked with Amber to the councilor's room: "I'll wait for you outside later, and call me if there's any danger." ”

"Oh~Why is there any danger?" Amber smiled and winked at Griffith, "My Headmaster, Lord Gryffindel the Foreseeer, has had a personal relationship with the Councillor for many years."

Griffith shook his head, "Even so, we have no clue about the strange clothing left behind by the missing travelers and sailors. We have no understanding of the enemy's methods or abilities. ”

"Yes, yes," Amber said, shaking her long fluffy hair behind her back, "I'm serious, I'm super strong! Even Elusa admitted, if you're worried about me, why don't you come with me into the councilor's room?"

"Oh?

"Of course he can! Does he have the right to refuse?"

The two came to the door of Suite 308 and entered the cabin under the guidance of the manmaid.

"Isn't Mr. Deacon here?" Griffith glanced at the lavish suite, and found that it was divided into two floors, and in addition to the old man and his personal attendant who looked majestic in the center of the living room, two maids also served.

"Mr. Deacon has been missing since this morning," said the manservant briefly, turning to the old man respectfully, "Your Excellency, this is Miss Amber and ......"

"Griffith Blanton, the Cadet Knight of the Lamor family," Griffith bowed slightly, "Greetings to you, Honorable Councillor Milovan Neville." ”

"You may be seated, Miss Amber, Mr. Knight-Trainee," the member of the Arcane Council said in a full, powerful voice that contrasted sharply with his old appearance, "Miss Amber, after careful consideration of Lord Gryffindale's suggestion, I agree with him about one of the seals in my possession. ”

Seals? Couldn't it be the Abyss Collection? Griffith pressed his hand on his saber and observed the people in the cabin.

"Thank you, Your Excellency," Amber nodded slightly, "may I ask what this seal is?"

"The original of the "Linyuan Collection". Congressman Milovan Neville said slowly.