"From the point of view of architectural style, this relic has obvious traces of the Trensoster Empire, but also a certain trace of the Byron Empire." Adevina said, pulling out several charcoal drawings from her file bag.

Agnes' keen gaze allowed her to see the picture on the top, a huge and magnificent building made of stone, with a round rod spreading from the dome, a huge candlestick hanging below, and the surrounding walls were decorated with roses that looked like metal and special styles of silk, and the overall style had a special order in the distortion of common sense.

"Is this the exterior of a theater?" Agnes asked.

"Yes." Anderson affirmed.

Agnes followed the voice and turned her head and asked, "You drew it?" ”

"Yes." Anderson said with an eyebrow raised.

Agnes looked at Anderson, who was gradually starting to squeeze her eyebrows, twitched the corners of her mouth, and finally nodded: "The texture of the item is very clear, it is really a superb painting skill." ”

"Of course," Anderson grinned, baring a row of white teeth, leaning back in his chair, "at last someone is willing to tell the truth." ”

"If you are willing to drink the potion I have prepared for you," Okfa nailed the drawings on the table one by one to the large wooden board that had been nailed to the charts, "and there will be more people willing to praise your work." ”

"Forget it," Anderson slumped into the chair without an image, "and I like to use my ordinary, magnetic voice." ”

As if she hadn't heard Anderson's words, Adevana spoke again in a calm voice after Okfa had finished her work:

"Judging from the last time Anderson and Okfa explored the ruins, all the living inhabitants of the ruins would periodically visit the building, which is likely to be a theater."

"The contents of these skulls have shrunk over a long period of time to the point that they don't even have jerky, and they seem to have a taste for music......" Anderson said with a serious expression, and then he seemed to look at Karpass, who was cowering in the corner and growling quietly.

"Sure, what's in your skull should be a little bigger, hey, you haven't been through it too long."

Agnes raised an eyebrow, shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, but Karpas is just a living corpse. ”

"That sound from him almost made me think ......," Anderson's voice grew low under Oakfa's gaze.

"Well, discuss the ruins, discuss the ruins," Anderson made a zipper motion in front of his mouth, his gaze scanning everyone around him who was looking at him, "the most important thing is to discuss the ruins. ”

There was a "hunter" in the team, and it would be much less efficient to discuss things, and Agnes raised her hand on the table, propping up her chin casually, and her eyes swept over the drawings nailed to the plank.

The first picture is of what looks like an ancient city gate, with a watchtower with a spire on one side and a roofless gate tower with only a lookout on the other, and faint shadows are rendered on the city wall, looking like oxidized bloodstains.

The second picture is the one that was placed at the top, resembling the building of a theater. But there are two other facades of the building next to it, one is an empty square, with a broken marble staircase mixed with dust, and a broken round window with cobwebs, in which shriveled corpses wander crookedly; The other is intact, with horse-drawn carriages and crowds pouring towards the theater.

The third is a church-like building, with a complex and gloomy style, but instead of the glazed inlaid windows that go well with this style, it looks like a deliberate attempt to leave a lot of cut edged crystals, framed by delicate metal.

Next to this drawing, a statue is painted in a wide cloak, the face of which is completely unrecognizable. From the environment, the statue is located in the church in the picture next to it, hidden in the corner where the two walls meet, and the light curtains from the crystal windows with cut edges on both sides are intertwined, making it look like two doors. About two or three meters in front of the interweaving of light curtains, there is a stone slab that looks like a stone tablet in front of a traditional tomb in the northern continent, on which a row of ghost paintings is drawn.

Agnes turned to look at Anderson.

"Hey, don't look at me." Anderson said, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't recognize that line, I don't even know what language it belongs to." ”

"I forgot what the words looked like even after I left this church, and my only impression was that it was beautiful, so I ......," Anderson sighed regretfully, "and I drew it with my own recollections." ”

"It's the same with Okfa," Anderson grinned as he elbowed Okfa, "right?" ”

Okfa smacked the bottom edge of Anderson's 10th rib on the left side with his right hand, looked at Agnes, and nodded.

"Yes, Madame Poyesia," he said, pressing the corner of his forehead, "I saw the stele with Anderson at the time, and I could not recall the line of writing. ”

"Even if I don't claim to have a great memory, I would never allow myself to forget such important information in just a few minutes." Okfa said, even looking a little gleeful.

"So we all think it's the impact of extraordinary ability." Sbasnereki spoke.

"There's another conjecture," Edwina began, "that there is also an extraordinary power in this ruin that can cause 'hallucinations,' and we can't be sure whether this line of text exists in reality or in the 'hallucinations' that everyone can see. ”

"Yes," Okfa nodded, "Since we had been in the ruins for so long when we arrived at this church, and even some of the team members had been left there forever because of the 'hallucinations', we have indeed been able to distinguish between reality and 'hallucinations' as clearly as we did when we first entered the ruins. ”

"We can only analyze what we know at the moment," Edwina said, "and judging by the living corpses full of ruins, this place must have been affected by the power of death." ”

"I think it's undeniable," Sbasnereki nodded, "not to mention that it's still in the midst of a raging sea, which reminds me of the legends of the treasures that have been circulating at sea." ”

"'Death's Key'!" Several people spoke almost at the same time.

"The key of the Grim Reaper", Agnes raised an eyebrow, it is said that in some hidden place in the Berserk Sea, the treasure left by the Grim Reaper is waiting to be found and opened by the person who holds the specific key, which is the number one treasure legend on the sea.

But in Agnes' memory, the scattered fragments of the Grim Reaper's existence gave her a clear message that the "Key to Death" might really exist, but if she really wanted to open the remains of the Grim Reaper, the "Archon of Death" was the key.

And the "Archon of Death," Agnes tapped her fingers alternately on the table, and she heard Anderson sneer.

"Forget it," Anderson's voice was a little low, "if it really had something to do with the 'Key to Death', we wouldn't have been able to come back alive last time." ”