"Have we sealed off Quarksol's cabin and belongings?"

Griffith asked. After the battle, he did not yet have time to act personally.

"The sailors have sealed his cabin and left it manned," Amber nodded, "and I watched them do it." As for the baggage and cargo consigned on board, the cargo hold has been closed, so it is better to wait until the arrival at the port to be inspected by professionals. ”

The Abyss was not the goal of Griffith's mission. The suspect of the fallen mage he was searching for on his mission had been eliminated, but one of the dark magic items he was carrying was likely related to his disgusting bug-man form. On the second night of the voyage, Griffith heard strange noises coming from the bottom of the ship that drove him into madness. The sound was most likely made by the dark magic object.

And, most likely, this item was also placed in a corner of the cargo hold. By the time Neopalis officials had completed their investigation, Griffith would be able to report that he had completed his mission.

It's just that why didn't there be anything in the box when I searched with Amber? The box was not a seal or a dark magic item, although it was still breathing. Who took the contents? Griffith's brain raced, trying to sort out the context of the event.

Could it be possible that Quarksol wasn't really the target of the mission, and that there were other Fallen Mages and Dark Arts items on board?

Griffith was nervous, the vernal equinox would arrive on Neopolis Island tomorrow, and now was not the time to relax.

"Amber, it looks like I'll have another drink with you another day," said Griffith, "I'm going to rest for a while, and we'll have to take turns guarding this seal from now until we reach the port." ”

The trainee investigator's face flickered with a lot of strange and inexplicable expressions, and it took a while to react: "Ah, I see, the matter may not be over. ”

"That's right," Griffith replied, finding a blanket to cover himself and falling asleep.

......

The rest of the journey seemed to be uneventful, and the "Linyuan Collection", which was guarded by two people in turn, was not unusual.

"I'll take a shower in the crew's lounge, are you looking here?" Amber, who was about to rest in shift, asked with a yawn as she stretched her delicate curves.

"Let's go. ”

It was at this time that Minos's will appeared: "Minos advises you to hurry up and briefly read the Abyss Collection, as some of the mythological knowledge in it will be very helpful. ”

"That's too dangerous. Griffith shook his head repeatedly, "Amber's memo clearly states that reading is dangerous and that a wizard has been killed."

"There's no point in talking about toxicity aside from the dose," Minos continued, "Reading book seals will cause a loss of sanity, but acquiring knowledge that is useful to you at this stage is not enough to pose a real risk, and Minos will alert you in time." ”

Griffith had some heartbeat.

"My friend, if you are not willing to take risks and read, Minos cannot force you,

"But the continuous events should make you realize that danger is inevitable, that the maelstrom is drawing you into, that stagnation and evasion will only make you helpless when the inevitable threat actually arrives. ”

The last sentence convinced Griffith, who got up and went to the crack in the door, looked out, and when he was sure that no one was there, he turned around and opened the box containing the Abyss.

This turned out to be a book!

The male protagonist is a thirteen-year-old boy who spends a pleasant summer in a small village in the middle of nowhere, with a few girls of similar age.

But when night falls, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, strange events occur in the village? The girls in the story disappear or are killed? The boy tries to find and rescue them, but only to find the broken corpses and crazy clues, and the atmosphere is extremely strange and terrifying.

Griffith, who was reading carefully, couldn't help but hold his feet and cover himself with a blanket. The story, while scary, is very engaging. If Amber pushed the door in at this time, Griffith couldn't give up reading, and even had a feeling that he would stop at nothing to read.

When the boy and his friends are all killed or missing, the first story ends, and Griffith doesn't see a single clue or occult knowledge.

Curiosity drove him to keep reading.

The second story still revolves around a group of boys and girls who live in the same village, have the same name and background, play different games, but the characters' dialogues and emotions are faintly different.

In the end, none of them survived.

Griffith was completely enthralled, forgetting that it was a seal and was concentrating on it.

When Amber pushed the door back, he immediately hid the seal behind him, pretended to be nothing, waited for the girl to sleep, and then continued reading.

The third and fourth stories are still repeated tragedies. The protagonists seem to perceive the anomaly and horror, trying to change something, but their struggles are in vain, and death and madness come in a way that is even more terrifying, poignant, and unimaginable.

There is a faint feeling that the protagonists of the story are like domestic animals, dragged little by little to the abyss of no return under the gaze of an undetectable and ubiquitous existence.

However, Griffith began to pick up some clues. As long as you keep reading, he or the protagonists may be able to solve the puzzle.

"My friend, please stop. ”

Minos's voice suddenly appeared, "From what we have just read, we have acquired some terrifying and evil occult knowledge and spells, and continuing to do so will cause irreversible damage, please cherish your sanity and your life." ”

Danger, damage, it's just a book!, Griffith instinctively refused.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear footsteps and wheezing in the silence of the cabin, as well as a distant, imperceptible whisper. In corners where candlelight could not illuminate, it seemed as if something was wriggling.

Griffith was taken aback, his body instinctively agitated, and a strong surge of blood surged up, dispelling all curiosity and fear.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked, rubbing her eyes, as if sensing something.

"No, it's nothing, you still have an hour to change shifts," Griffith said hurriedly, his throat was so dry and his tone was full of weakness that the girl would have been able to detect if she was awake.

Amber didn't ask anything, and fell asleep.

Whew~ So be it. Reluctantly, Griffith reluctantly put the seal back into the iron box and locked it carefully.

At the same time, he learned something terrible.

He learned the evil knowledge of the resurrection of the undead and the art of domination of the undead. However, the possible existence of devouring and healing spells, evil summoning, and sacrificial rituals on the Abyss Collection, which has not yet been read in its entirety, is unknown.

Once activated, these evil spells will bring corpses back to life within a 30-yard radius. In the beginning, no more than three living corpses will be resurrected at a time, and as they deplete their stored energy, they will completely disintegrate after an hour. These living corpses are not powerful or intelligent, but they can still feel amazing evil!

Although the resurrection of the undead has lasted only an hour now, the dead are indeed moving again.

With Necromantic Domination, it is easy to enslave the weaker undead, turning them into puppets that you drive at will, and sharing a small amount of memory and power with them.

Griffith could imagine the power of resurrecting the undead and dominating them. Even in the forbidden library of Holmonwards, there is no such evil and powerful force that can distort the fate of life and death and wake up the dead.

What does the corpse that moved in the bilge, or even the living corpse that had been encountered with Galadia a long time ago, have anything to do with this "Abyss Collection"?

......

In the early morning of January 9, 1444, the equinox finally arrived safely in the harbor of Neopolis Island.

Before anyone could see the land, a towering and sacred colossus was seen standing on the shore. It was the wonder of the god of the sea, the god of the sea, the storm, and the adventure, who had long since gone to the spiritual realm. He had a humanoid upper body and a huge fishtail covered in scales, and the base of the Colossus was inscribed: "Face the eternal sublime, and let time take all its ups and downs, and annihilate in its own insignificance." ”

A team of extraordinaires and a large number of garrisons, police and doctors were already waiting there and quickly took over the search. A middle-aged man dressed as a mage boarded the ship first.

"The two must be the Trainee Knight of Sequence 8 'Surrogate' Griffith of the Lamor Family, and the Sequence 8 'Investigator' Amber from the "Beacon", the middle-aged man raised his hand and nodded on the hood, which was regarded as a greeting, "I am Caius Connicks, the mage stationed on Neopolis Island, please report to me in time for your activities during your stay on the island, and you are obliged to perform relevant tasks." From now on, my men will take over the search for fallen mages and dark magic objects. ”

The official Extraordinaires attached to the Royal Government, the Nobles, or the Academies were strictly administered, and they were required to report their journeys and work to the authorities wherever they went, as well as the results of battles and captures, and to cooperate with local operations when necessary.

This restriction of freedom is objectionable, so many witchers choose to work as freelancers and accept official registrations, but deliberately avoid tasks and reporting.

Amber, who came from the Academy, didn't like this kind of restrictive life either, and the mage's arrogance made her uncomfortable. Her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she didn't accept the order, but she didn't resist.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Regional Commander. ”

Almost subconsciously, Griffith put his feet together, his right hand hammered into his chest, and his gaze looked directly at the resident mage without hesitation.

The corners of Mage Conix's mouth curled up irrepressibly. His unreserved obedience and loyalty to the Cadet Knight from the bottom of his heart were very, very useful, even if that loyalty should not belong to him.

The garrison mage raised his right hand and pressed it downwards to show that he had appreciated this kindness, and then said in a light tone,

"Congratulations, Mr. Trainee Knight, after killing the Mountain Monster, the Blood Baron, and the Aberration, your extraordinary creature achievements have reached three, and as long as you achieve two more Sequence 8 or more results, you will receive the Silver Eagle Medal;"

"Get off the boat to do an inspection and record-keeping, I'll arrange a search, and if there's any news or next instructions, you'll be notified. ”