Most churches have a lot of recessed structures in the corridors, such as the corner room where Agnes and Edwina, Karpas and the guards, and two living corpses are hiding.

Most of these spaces are deliberately designed for large statues, suspended with dark drapery and sheltered until a suitable piece is found.

Angnes listened to the rustling sound coming through the curtains and the words that sounded wrong, raised her hand, pinched the bridge of her nose, and then glanced at Edwina, who was huddled with her in the corner room where she couldn't see her fingers.

Agnes' keen eyesight allowed Agnes to see all of Adewina's expressions.

She seemed to listen attentively, with a sense of seriousness as if she were listening to an academic presentation.

The clatter of the heavy curtain being lifted refocused and the sound of almost crying sounding clearer.

“...... Awake," the countess's words were somber and hoarse, "of course I am awake. ”

A moment of silence lingered throughout the space, followed by words that seemed to be almost shrill laughter, "What am I expecting, you mindless puppet...... You've been ignoring everyone equally......"

It sounded as if the sound of porcelain shattering interrupted the harsh words, and the entire hallway fell into complete silence.

"There's no next time......" almost sighing echoed through the hallways, then drowned out by whistles and hoarse passwords coming from the streets.

"I think your next performance should belong to the Tower, to everyone in the city who can hear your singing."

The interrupted words resumed, and then the sound of heels on the marble floor hurried past the curtain in front of Agnes, and she subconsciously raised her hand to lift the curtain, and looked outside the corner room, only to see the back of the blue velvet gown disappearing around the corner, and an empty corridor that reflected the flickering light of the candles.

"All the words just now came from this countess," Edwina whispered, "and it is an obvious fact that all our senses have never received a message from the 'gentleman' with whom she is talking. ”

"You told us before that you only heard the words of this countess in the garden...... "Edwina had a slightly thoughtful look on her face, "and we can venture to guess that it is most likely this 'gentleman' who is talking to this countess in the garden." ”

"Quite a reasonable conjecture." Agnes nodded.

"The only thing I have doubts about is that this 'gentleman' is special," Adevina turned her head to look into Agnes' eyes, "Maybe we've known it before, but we haven't realized it all along. ”

Agnes looked at Adewina's light blue eyes, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"What's not realizing?" Agnes began, "Isn't that the same obvious thing?" Every time someone mentions to us, he's the most famous singer in Navarre, isn't he? ”

......

"What are you looking for? Mr. Sbasnereki. ”

Sbasnereki reached out and tore down the dark curtain, and the clear snow-white moonlight reflected on the smooth surface of the marble along the glazed windows with many cut edges.

"Even though I'm pretty sure I've seen that strange statue in this place before," Anderson raised a slight eyebrow as he looked at the statue that was clearly intact and even more elaborate than most of the statues in this hallway, "but it's clear that we can't find it now." ”

He turned to look at all the corner rooms where the curtains had been torn off, and the marble statues in different postures shimmered with a cold glow in the snow-white moonlight.

"Could it be that this is the main hall?" Anderson frowned and muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about? Anderson. Okfa leaned in to Anderson and asked in a low voice.

"I'm wondering, why are these statues covered with a curtain?" Anderson said aloud.

"The most direct reason, of course, is that I don't want people to see it." The young woman's voice came down the hallway, answering Anderson's question.

"Hey, the two young ladies have returned with their attendants visiting the temple of the gods," Anderson smiled and looked at Agnes who spoke, "I don't know if you have felt the shock of the angels from the gods." ”

"It's a pity," said Agnes, glancing at the statues that filled all the corner rooms in the corridor, "the people who renovated the church seem to have some extra ideas over there, whether it is the temple used for worship, or the corner rooms around it, are empty, and only a few things that have happened are worth pondering. ”

Anderson didn't say anything more, and the chopping pattern on the closed black temple door behind him stretched towards the dome, making the entire space even more towering and gloomy in the occasional flickering candlelight, while reflecting the black crown-like coat of arms.

Agnes looked at one of the statues closest to the closed door of the temple, a middle-aged man with a large coat and a square face and a majestic bearing, a face that many had seen on Rune's ten-pound bill.

"William I, the 'Founder' and 'Protector' of Rune." Agnes whispered the identity of the prototype of the statue.

"Some documents record that the House of Augustus, the House of Castile, the House of Sauron, and the House of Einhorn all supported the Empire of Trenthorst, and that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trenthorst had strict hierarchies within them, and the hierarchies were clear and insurmountable." Adevina spoke.

"Then it's clear who is enshrined in this temple." Anderson nodded, with a rare seriousness on his face.

"It can be speculated that this black crown-like pattern is most likely the coat of arms of the Trenthorst family." Adevina whispered,

"Let's go in and have a look." Sbasnereki raised his hand, and there was a faint light escaping between his hands.

Angnes reached out to stop Sbasnereki's movements, and spoke up before he could ask:

"Let the guards come."

Sbasnereki lowered his hands and took a step back with Agnes.

The guards who had been following Agnes stepped forward quietly, their calloused hands pressed against the sides of the door.

With a jerky and heavy grinding sound, the door of the towering and gloomy hall slowly opened back.

A cold, snow-white light poured into the door along the widening gap, and the scene inside was sketched out in Agnes' eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the wide, long stone staircase that leads downward, with a knife-like pattern, and two asymmetrical rows of inverted candlesticks stretching down the stairs from the gate as if leading to the abyss, the flames of which have long since burned out.

"Let's go," said Agnes, "I think you all have the means to see in the dark. ”

The guards walked straight inside, followed by Karpass, and Agnes raised her hand and pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head, and walked in with her face unchanged amid Karpass's continuous "terrible" sounds.

The corridor was not very long, and it soon came to an end, and the inverted candlesticks on either side extended to the center of the wide hall in front of them.

"There are 41 on the left and 40 on the right," Edwina reported the number of inverted candlesticks, "this must be the specification that only the most elite class of the Quaternary can use." ”

"Of course." Anderson nodded, non-questioning.

Agnes did not speak, but looked up towards the very center, and at the end of the two rows of candlesticks was a stone platform that was clearly above the ground, and above it was a tall throne, and there was more than one figure sitting on the throne. In addition to the figure of a man with the same face as the statue in the previous auditorium, there is also a figure of a woman dressed in fine clothes.

The figure had a face that was dazzlingly beautiful, and even when seated, it allowed everyone who saw it to appreciate his delicate form.

Behind the tall throne were seven taller stone doors, two on the left, one in the middle, and four on the right, six of which were imprinted with symbols and motifs familiar to all present.