After leaving Darkwell's herb shop, Abner once again went to the Harvest Church in the South Side and asked Bishop Utravsky about the progress of the incident with Dr. Leonardo, only to receive the result that the doctor's whereabouts were still unknown.

"Don't be in such a hurry, kid. It will be a few days before the Templar's elite 'Desolates' reach Beckland. Until then, it was not appropriate for the people of the church here to be exposed too much. After all, judging from the intelligence of many aspects, perhaps the Rune military was also involved in this matter. Bishop Utravsky explained with a smile.

As a bishop of Mother Earth, don't you think it's too much to say to me, a heretic? Didn't you treat me as an outsider?

Abner complained in his heart, but on the surface he became interested in an unfamiliar word: "The desolate? "Whether it's in the original novel or what he's seen and heard since the time travel, he has never heard of this term.

"The 'Desolate' is the faithful guardian of the Mother God in the mortal world, similar to the 'Night Watchman' of the Night Church and the 'Substitute Punisher' of the Storm Church." Bishop Utravsky explained.

Abner suddenly understood, and mentally compared the "Night Watchman" who appeared the most in the original book, and guessed that the so-called elite "Desolate" should be a special official team similar to "Red Glove".

Since there was no news for the time being, Abner did not delay much at the Harvest Church, and took the subway again to the rented house in the East End.

He had made an appointment to meet here yesterday when he and Hugh parted.

After resting in the room for about half an hour, there was a knock on the door outside. Abner walked around the ritual items and opened the door, seeing Hugh with a mess of hair appearing in front of him.

Abner looked at her shoulder-length yellow hair that was obviously clean, but deliberately rubbed it messy and rough, and joked with a smile: "Why don't you take care of it, do you have to make it like this?" ”

Hugh glanced at him and replied, "No need...... I've set up my 'precinct' in the Eastern District, and it's actually inconvenient to dress too modestly. ”

The ability of the "sheriff" is always linked to his "jurisdiction", and the more familiar the place, the more he can exert it, and once he exceeds the scope, he can only rely on extraordinary ability. And the East End is obviously not suitable for a dignified aristocratic lady to come and go.

Abner was also aware of this, so he did not continue the topic, but turned around and went to the center of the house, where the ritual that had been prepared was performed to build a spiritual wall and seal off the entire room.

He could guess from the tone of Hugh's words yesterday how troublesome she had been in East Chester, and what had happened to her own side was also too secretive, so it was natural to build a safe environment to have a conversation.

Hugh watched quietly as Abner finished the ceremony before he spoke, "Actually, I settled my mother and brother the day after you left, but when I went back to Stoon to buy tickets for the steam train, I happened to meet Mr. Vernal. ”

"Vernal?" Abner recalled, remembering who Hugh was referring to, and asked, "Mr. Vernal on the White Onyx?" ”

"That's right, it's him." Hugh nodded and continued, "He and his wife, Katrina, and their two daughters were horribly hunted and killed......

"So you're caught up in a terrible event?" Abner was well aware of Eihu's sense of justice, and would never stand idly by when such a child was hunted down, otherwise she would not have become a well-known "arbiter" for the poor in the Eastern Side before she learned about the "playing law".

"Yes...... It was on the outskirts of the city, and the family was hunted down by a monster covered in white mist, and their son Lott was swallowed up in smoke and disappeared because he ran a little slower...... And the smoke made me feel bad, as if I couldn't control my abilities just by looking at it. Even after a few days, Hugh still shuddered when he remembered the smoke.

She is by no means a timid girl, but this "fear" seems to come from the soul.

"White Smoke ......" Abner deduced from the clues he had already ascertained, though he could not recall anything he had identified at Fort Source, "I remember that Mr. Vernal said that he was an archaeologist and that he had returned to East Chester because his students had dug up an ancient ruin in the Hornachis Mountains...... That smoke was brought out of the rubble by his students? ”

"You guessed it right...... It was precisely because Mr. Vernal's students were originally just ordinary people, so even if they were polluted by the very high smoke, their means were still very limited, and I was able to help them temporarily get rid of the smoke monsters. Hugh said this, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Of course, thanks to what the dragon I met in my dream left on me......"

The reason why she hesitated was not that she wanted to hide it, but that the matter had been resolved, and she didn't want to say it to cause her friends to worry.

"What is it?" Abner asked, furrowed. He even thought it was more troublesome than the white mist.

"I don't know." Hugh shook his head and continued, "Although I escaped with the Vernal family for a while, I was trapped in a village by the mist. The smoke monster couldn't deal with me because of its lack of means and fear of something about me. But I also can't take a few ordinary people to break out together...... So, I had to take the potion in advance and advance to the 'Sheriff' in order to rely on my new extraordinary ability to sense the weak points of the smoke blockade......"

"Looks like you didn't get your way." Abner is definitely authentic. After all, the smoke was dug up from the Quaternary ruins, and it was impossible for a single sequence 8 to sense a weak point.

Hugh was already familiar with Abner's ability to "reason", and he could immediately "know" through "reasoning" without any clues, let alone tell so many details himself. So she was not surprised by the other party's "prophecy", and nodded:

"We were finally saved by a powerful lady."

"Ma'am? Is it an official extraordinary? Abner asked, thinking for a moment.

"I don't know, the lady she ...... She's as irritable and disgusting as your gold Solomon. Hugh furrowed his eyebrows as he said this, as if he couldn't accept that aesthetic just by looking back.

"Same as my gold coins...... Asymmetry? Hearing this, Abner instantly raised his opinion of the lady who had saved Hugh. If it is really a remnant of the Solomon Empire, it is at least a powerful demigod.

"That's right! The lady herself was beautiful and tall...... She was tall and tall, but she wore a long dress divided into two panels, which was complex and simple on the other, embracing a variety of colors on the one hand, and pure black on the other. The same is true of the boots on the feet, one with a long pointed tip, and the other similar to the current popular round-toe boots, as if they belonged to two people......" Hugh described with a somewhat awkward expression.

This is really the style of the Solomonic Empire...... Could it be that this lady was also a student of Vernal and dug up from the ruins?

As Abner pondered, Hugh continued: "The lady, after gathering all the mist into a bottle, came to me, and then, by some means, took a ball of light from my forehead...... I don't know what it was, but my gut told me it was something that the ancient dragon had left on me. ”

"Perhaps...... Gu Long originally wanted to borrow your hand to transfer something to this lady...... "Abner has seen a lot of tools, has some experience, and has some rules for the methods of some bigwigs."

"You're guessing again...... The lady said she wouldn't let me hand over the items for nothing...... So, gave me the potion recipe for Sequence 7 'The Inquisitor'. By the way, I'll have to ask Detective Stanton to help identify it. Hugh said as he took out from his pocket a piece of parchment of different colors and styles, filled with words alternating between ancient Hermetic and dragon scripts.

This is the late stage of OCD, right...... Abner thinks that just looking at this style will not be fake, who is so crazy about fake.

After complaining in his heart, Abner thought for a moment, and then asked again, "Have you asked Mr. Vernal what is buried in the ruins of that ruin dug up in the Hornachis Mountains?" ”

"Of course, I asked, but Mr. Vernal didn't really know much...... He had only heard one name when he was being hunted down by the white mist. ”

"That name is ......"

"Tamara!"