A horse-drawn carriage from the mid-levels to the summit.

The summit area of Mount St. Heard is now lonely and depressed, and there is no such thing as a day when the lights are brilliant and the guests gather at night.

The mansions were pitch black, the doors were sealed, and the front and back doors of each house were guarded by Imperial soldiers.

Among the lighted mansions, only the official residence of Rear Admiral Papathy was bustling.

Groups of sailors patrolled around Papasi's residence, which was brightly lit and the sound of melodious music drifted in the wind through the dense landscape trees, and the small half of the hilltop area could be clearly heard.

At the end of the main road in the Peak District, at the northernmost end of the Peak District, in a dense oak forest, a small gray building is prostrate upright.

In contrast to the delicate, ornate, and extremely pompous and extravagant style of Tulun Harbor, this small building is more in the architectural style of the northern part of the empire, especially in the Everglades region - built entirely of boulders, conservative and understated in appearance, without any exterior decoration, more like a war fort than a comfortable mansion.

On the east and west sides of the small building, there is a tower dozens of feet high.

The two towers were clearly more defensive than decorative, with swarthy cannon muzzles sticking out of the towers from afar, and armoured warriors guarding the towers.

This is the official residence of the Inspector General of the Southern Special Administrative Region Inspectorate and the Imperial Marquis Vigrar in the port of Tulum, which is composed of the port of Tulun and the three surrounding provinces.

The carriage drove straight down the road, past silent mansions, and finally came to this small gray building.

Sean, the third secretary of the Probationary Third Class of the Tulun Port Inspectorate, stood in front of the door of the small building, and when he saw the four-wheeled carriage entering, he hurriedly walked down the steps, and when the carriage stopped, he gently opened the door.

"Thank you, Lord Sean!" Hesse didn't need to pedal, he took a step directly, and stood firmly on the ground: "Your Excellency Vigral, down there?" ”

"I'm just waiting for you." Sean replied with a smile.

Joe also walked lightly, and landed on the ground with a light step without the help of the carriage pedals. He smugly, lightly jumped on the spot, hey, landed silently, light as a mayfly, it felt great.

Hesse waved his hand, and Sean led the way in front of him, leading the way with Hesse and Joe into the small building.

Several people climbed up the stairs to the third floor, entered Vigrar's study, and from the secret room behind the bookshelves, opened the secret door, and entered a spiraling staircase, all the way to the ground nearly two hundred feet underground.

The design of setting up secret rooms, secret doors, and secret passages in the master's study is, in Joe's opinion, a bit cliché.

But he was inexplicably a little excited.

There is no doubt that Inspector General Vigrar is the most powerful man in the entire Southern District, and the only person who can barely match him is Duke Ross. In some exceptional cases, his power will override that of Duke Ross, and he will have the supreme power of the Southern District.

Being able to enter the chamber and enter the secret passages of Vigrar's mansion gives Joe a sense of recognition, recognition, and the excitement of being truly an adult and qualified to participate in some of the secrets.

In particular, he came here with Hesse.

Looking at Hesse's broad and heavy back walking ahead, Joe's mood became brighter and better.

From yesterday to today, he is an adult, he has the power, he is able to follow Hesse's back and participate in some really important and high-profile confidential events...... It's a good feeling.

Joe couldn't help but puff out his chest and hold his head high.

Hesse had brought him straight here, straight into Vigrar's mansion, into his study, into the secret passages...... This proves that not only Hesse recognized himself, but Joe also received a certain degree of recognition here at Vigral.

This feeling of being recognized is important for a young person who has just held a coming-of-age ceremony.

The stone spiral staircase is narrow and secluded, and on the wall next to the staircase, small square lamps have been pulled out, and the whale oil lamps burn silently, emitting a bright light, but they cannot completely illuminate the staircase.

The further down you go, the darker the light becomes.

And Joe's sharp perception of the surge clearly felt that in the air, in the void, there was an inexplicable roar.

The air vibrated like water waves, the void trembled slightly like an elastic cream pudding, and an invisible force tugged at Joe's body, gradually eroding into his body, invading little by little, as if a drowning man was buried in deep water, and the cold and biting spring water was constantly invading his seven orifices.

"Humph!" Hesse, who was walking in front, sneered.

A scorching and furious aura erupted from Hesse's body, and it felt like a cannonball from Thor's cannon at close range, and Joe and Sean felt the violent, domineering light and heat explode in front of their eyes at the same time.

The inexplicable roar was gone, the twisted concussions were gone, and the cold, invisible power was gone.

Qiao exhaled heavily: "What a place for evil." ”

Sean gasped heavily: "Thank you, Lord Hesse, Officer Joe, please be careful, this is a claustrophobic place." ”

"Claustrophobia? What's that? Joe asked Sean, who was at the front, curiously.

"My permission, I don't have the authority to explain it to you...... I can't explain it to you with the information I have. Sean was silent for a moment before sighing in a low voice, "However, it is a very dangerous place. ”

Hesse didn't know when he lit a big cigar, he took two puffs, puffed out a few puffs of smoke, and then said in a loud voice: "The place of claustrophobia, the place where certain forbidden things are suppressed." Joe, the broken stone slab you seized two days ago is here. ”

Joe's eyebrows furrowed.

He remembered the black slate that Rafa's chest was attached to, which had greatly suppressed Rafa's strength and overwhelmed his flesh.

Rafa keeps saying it's a forbidden thing?

The port of Tulum, below the residence of the Inspector General, there is a special place to seal and suppress such a taboo thing?

At the end of the spiral staircase, there is a room about 100 feet long and 20 feet wide. Like the claustrophobic temple beneath the imperial capital of Hydrderabad, this room is pitch black, and on the walls stands much smaller statues, only a dozen feet tall.

Underneath these statues, there are likewise portals one by one.

It's just that the portal in this claustrophobic place is the same size as an ordinary door, no more than eight feet high, which makes both Joe and Hesse feel a little cramped.

Awe-inspiring and curious, Sean quickly glanced at the claustrophobic place, then he took a deep breath and led Hesse and Joe to a portal in the innermost part of the room, knocking hard three times on the black, densely streaked silver door.

"Your Excellency, here they are." Sean said loudly.

Vigrar's cold voice came from inside the door: "Lord Hesse, and Officer Joe, please come in, it will start soon...... Sean, you come in too, young man, and need to gain a little more knowledge. ”

Sean's face suddenly turned red, he grabbed the doorknob excitedly, gently pushed the door open, and said loudly: "Obey, Your Excellency...... Please come in, Lord Hesse, and Officer Joe. ”

Behind the portal, there is a short silver corridor.

At the end of the silver corridor was a small room, more than twenty feet long and wide.

At the back of the room sat an old and dilapidated wooden desk with a dull mechanical typewriter on top.

Vigral stood at his desk, on his left hand was the Marquis de Siac, who looked embarrassed, and on his right was the Duke of Ross, who looked impatient, and fanned quickly with a small folding fan in his right hand.

In the corner of the room, an old man with a short stature, a pale complexion, and a cold breath like a dead corpse stood quietly.

After Qiao entered the door, he subconsciously looked around, his gaze swept over the old man, and his heart suddenly twitched - the abyss mayfly elixir made his perception improve I don't know how much.

But he hadn't been able to detect the old man's presence just now, and in his perception, the corner of the wall was clearly blank.

Qiao glanced at the old man more, and the old man turned his head and grinned at Qiao with a smile that didn't mean anything.

Joe bowed to the old man, and his attention was drawn to the twisted iron-gray lines on the walls. The messy, messy, childlike graffiti-like iron-gray lines made Joe feel as if there were a lot of huge hydras wriggling and struggling on the walls, as if they were about to break through the walls and break into the world.

In the air, there was a sharp roar.

'Hiss', 'Hiss', 'Hiss'...... It makes people's hearts chill and makes their bodies stiff, it's the instinctive roar of some terrible creature when hunting...... Danger, horror, great danger, great horror......

The air is wriggling, the void is twisting, the pressure emanating from the void, and the blood-colored gems embedded in those walls shimmer with a cold and cruel light, as if they are going to follow the eyes of people and burrow into your mind.

Qiao inexplicably, subconsciously began to use the breathing rate in the "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method" to slowly and slowly start breathing......

Inexplicably, the twisted and wriggling lines on the wall stopped.

The invisible pressure is gone.

The fierce light that flickered in the blood-colored gems also became clear and wise...... Yes, these lifeless gems, their sparkles, give a splendor of wisdom that can only be possessed by ancient beings who have gone through countless years......

Joe looked at the typewriter on his desk.

Joe swore he hadn't even seen what the damn typewriter looked like when he heard the sound of 'da-da' typing in his head.

Joe was in Tifa's study and had seen a new mechanical typewriter.

As a probationary judge at the Port Tulun District Court, Tifa had a lot of paperwork that she didn't have time to complete at the District Court and had to work overnight at home.

Joe had heard Tifa typing.

But the damn typewriter, the 'click' he made in Joe's head was so dense and so loud......

'Dada......'

It felt like there were 10,000, a million Tifa typing at the same time.

On Joe's skin, small, clear blocks of words kept appearing, as if he had been pricked by a red-hot iron needle......