Wentz strode through the crowd of singing and dancing, his figure reflected in his pupils that looked numb and trance-like. The brown curls looked messy, and the blue eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

He walked through the crowd of demons, the golden red light sprinkled over the entire path he walked, the numbness and coldness in the eyes of the dancing people after he passed, their eyes full of horror, the strange dance of their limbs slowed down a little, but after a few seconds they seemed to be confused by something again.

Countless vines pierced the earth behind him, growing wildly, quickly restraining the people who had become confused again in the streets, forcibly immobilizing their limbs, and stopping their non-stop dancing. Several people dressed in priestly or nun robes of the Mother Earth Church immediately led the men to the side of the road.

"Leave it to us." A female voice with a slight sense of vicissitudes sounded behind him, "Just let them stop their own dances that have no sense of art, we can still do it." ”

Wentz didn't look back, but just quickened the speed of his feet, and the expression on his already expressionless face became more and more cold.

......

The man picked up his suitcase and stepped out of the elegantly furnished room, casually removing the wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack. The feathers on the hat look like the tail feathers of an eagle with wings spread.

He put on his hat and walked out, his heels clattering on the wooden floor, followed by the sound of drums from behind him.

He stopped, as if in some astonishment, and thought for a moment, looking distressed, and then raised his foot again and stepped on the ground again, letting his footsteps sound along with the sound of the drum.

He smiled with some satisfaction, letting his footsteps sound through the room to the beat of drums.

He suddenly looked nonchalantly into the dark corner of the staircase, and looked mischievously winking.

"Ah, here you are, little vampire." He smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I remember...... Your name is Hayden Elvis. ”

Hayden didn't speak, his body tensed, blue and purple veins bulging slightly on the surface of his pale skin, sharp fangs peeking out from his mouth, and the whole person looked like a bow that had been pulled apart, as if it could eject at any moment.

He didn't seem to perceive Hayden's intentions, and turned his head against his wide-brimmed hat, as if recalling:

"I remember that you had been looking for me, but I never wanted to see you, so I had to find some way to avoid trouble...... Hopefully you're not mad at these little jokes. ”

Gottles smiled and lowered his head, looking very graceful and laughing:

"However, I'm done with my business, and I'm happy to talk to you now, I remember that you were interested in the Dance of St. Vitus and wanted to try it? ...... You see, as long as you want, now your wish can come true, how about it, happy? ”

The crimson moonlight shone through the window of the unclosed room behind him, blending with the flesh on the floor to form a blackened blood, and on the drum in the center of the huge room, a woman stripped to the point of being reduced to a pale skeleton was dancing a strange dance.

Pale white bone fragments and bone meal poured down with her movements, piling up on the drum surface like salt crystals on the edge of a saltwater lake on the mountains, making the drum surface seem as if it was a little blood red.

Gottles tilted his head, looking a little confused, and asked a little strangely:

"What's the matter, aren't you going to come over?"

Hayden leaped to his feet, and a swarm of illusory bats flew out from behind him, obscuring his view.

Gottles didn't move, just looked at the empty corner after the bat swarm disappeared, and shrugged helplessly.

"Well, a little vampire with such a small gut, no wonder he doesn't even enter the city."

He pulled a folded piece of letter from his pocket and held it to his eyes.

"Forget it, let me see how the script is written next."

"Well, downtown square...... It's not easy to do, and now I guess it's all the people from Mother Earth God Church...... I don't know if they'll let me go if I didn't make a lot of bloodshed here, and even helped them catch a few letters to the Primordial Moon......"

He tilted his head, as if listening to something, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "What are you talking about?" I didn't hear it! ”

"What, you say I'm not 'Gotteles Vitus' and not a playwright? Oops, what does it matter! Who cares about this? Gottles ...... Colclogh ...... Still is...... None of that matters. ”

His body gradually transformed into an illusory, viscous black liquid that rushed towards the door.

"Anyway, as long as this mountain dance is enough to please the gods, it is enough for the gods to cast their eyes."

......

"How do we get in," said Miss Gregory, looking at the closed abbey and the surrounding walls, "to be honest, I always felt that if we didn't come up with a better solution, we would definitely be caught and locked up in the confinement." ”

Milo gave Miss Gregory a strange look in her eyes, and then stopped, letting go of the trolley.

"Oops," said Miss Gregory, anxious, in a low voice, "you ........"

Milo ignored her and stepped forward to push the heavy door open.

Miss Gregory's eyes widened and she looked at Milo with some surprise.

"I didn't expect the monastery to leave its doors unlocked at night." Miss Gregory muttered in surprise.

Mi Luo took a deep breath and said in a not very good tone: "This young lady, you must not be a devout believer. ”

Miss Gregory couldn't help but laugh, looking surprised, "Oops, you saw it, what should I do?" ”

Milo glanced at the seemingly empty monastery, and finally turned her gaze in one direction.

"You say, will the Mother Goddess punish me......" Miss Gregory said, looking at the sky with a somewhat confused look.

"Mother Goddess is forgiving." A calm voice rang out from the dim hallway, and Agnes walked slowly out against the wall.

"All His believers are His children."

Her face was a little pale, and she looked up at the crimson full moon in the sky.

"You don't seem to like the Abbey, Miss Gregory, would you like to tell me why?" Agnes asked, hooking the corners of her mouth into a peaceful smile.

Miss Gregory gave Agnes a deep look, laughed, and said, "Sister Pagni, if the elders threatened you from childhood with such words, 'If you don't obey, I'll send you to the convent,' would you be happy to see the convent?" ”

Agnes nodded and said in an affirmative tone, "Indeed." ”

"So, apart from that, is there anything you'd like to ask me? Sister Pagani. Miss Gregory sighed and said.