Neither Klein nor Sharon responded to Hagier's remarks, the latter believing that he had no right to speak, while the former was simply lazy.

Miss "Lover", I lived in a time when these problems were much more serious than they are now, and what you see is only a sign that the trend of the times has just emerged.

He picked up the lantern and continued to walk several meters, and with the help of the faint light, he could see seven tall stone doors on the wall at the bottom of the hall, which were arranged in sequence, two on the left and four on the right, which was completely in line with the aesthetic of asymmetry in the Quaternary period.

Crane changed his cane into the hand carrying the lantern, tossed a coin at random, and whispered, "It should start on the left." ”

Bronze pennies tumbled and landed in his palm, the figure facing upwards.

"Let's go to the left." He took the lead first, and Sharon silently followed, only to flicker as he approached the leftmost door.

"It's the same from the right."

"You're relying too much on divination." Hazel stepped forward and looked at the patterns and symbols on the door.

It was a deep black base, dotted with sparkling clusters of half-obscured circles.

"Looks like my guess was right." She curled the corners of her mouth and looked at Klein with some smugness, "There will be no Holy Radiance of the Goddess of the Night in the Solomon Empire and the Tudor Empire. ”

"Why?" Klein had just guessed whether the Church of the Goddess had supported the Tudots in the Quaternary Age, and had been overthrown before he could tell the two.

"Because the Seven Gods supported Trenthorst, in order to confront the 'Black Emperor', the 'Blood Emperor' became a half-mad god." Hazel replied very easily, but then she saw not only Klein's pupils shrink sharply, but also Miss Sharon, who had always been expressionless and cold, also showed a rare hint of surprise.

Jörmunga bit her lightly, and Házel realized that she had said too much, and that sometimes sharing too much knowledge with others would only hurt them.

However, in front of Sharon, she always can't help but want to show herself. With some headache, Hazel stepped forward and cautiously pushed open the door, first a few meters long and wide, and then a platform nearly a meter high.

It was a huge statue, about four or five meters long, carved with the beautiful woman lying on her right hand.

Jörmungård poked his head out of Hazel's sleeve, and while everyone was amazed at the extraordinarily luxurious statue of the goddess of the night, it outlined a different appearance in its cold red eyes.

"Goddess of the Night?" There was a rare look of doubt in Sharon's tone, and Crane and Hazel had just come to their senses in the scene.

"Don't worry, this is not the Goddess of the Night." As if seeing their shock, the immature voice from before sounded again.

Crane subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, only to see that a silver-white illusory tongue suddenly appeared on Hazel's cuffs!

He resisted the urge to run, but his footsteps unconsciously moved a few small steps back.

Fortunately, because the group of snakes in the Jörmungard hall before Crane didn't see it, otherwise it was very likely that he would faint here.

"Only the Solomonic Empire depicts the six gods as evil gods, and judging by the appearance of the gods, it is certain that they are relics from the Tudor-Trenthorst Empire."

Hazel asked it with some confusion: "Why did you suddenly come out?" ”

Jörmungård glanced back at her, his gaze at an angle where he couldn't see Klein, and without saying anything more, he retracted his head back into his sleeve

"It's, uh-huh......" Hazel looked at Sharon, who was also examining herself, and for a moment couldn't remember how to introduce it.

"The elders of her family." The childish voice sounded in her sleeve again, and she blushed when she saw that Crane seemed to be holding back a smile.

They continued to explore several other stone gates, and in addition to the gods of steam and machinery, the statues of the six gods were in this building.

"Don't open the middle door." Just as Klein was letting go of his thoughts, the voice rang out from Hazel's sleeve again.

"It's dangerous, but it's dangerous." Sharon closed her eyes, carefully feeling the situation inside the door, and made her own judgment.

"I kind of know what this place is." Jörmungård's head poked out of Hazel's cuff again, its slender serpent's snout spewing red letters, "If there's a demigod among you, I'd be happy to go in and get rid of that guy." ”

Hazel asked suspiciously, "Isn't Miss Sharon okay too?" ”

"That's up to her." Jörmungard's head turned to the floating Sharon, a hint of amusement in his red eyes.

"Okay." To everyone's surprise, Sharon responded to the matter in one go.

"Then you go back first." The silvery-white serpent swam out of Hazel and burrowed into Sharon's mouth under Crane's terrifying gaze.

Hazel looked at her delicate and pale face, which was as delicate as a puppet, and there was an expression distorted by the touch of a foreign object in her throat, and there was secretly a little joy in her heart.

Sharon's floating eyes gradually turned silvery white, and she motioned for Hazel to stay here and not wander around, turning around and gradually blending into the black stone door.

"You're smart......" Jörmungård slowly communicated with Sharon, "she" used the form of a "resentful spirit" to float forward through doors, stone walls, and crumbling earth and rock.

"Unfortunately, if He were well, you might be His favorite." Jörmungard scrutinized the "resentful spirit" who had almost perfectly restrained his desires, and was not at all stingy with his compliments, but Sharon didn't say anything about it.

However, she still has desires that have not been suppressed, and if she doesn't care, it will likely become her big weakness in the future. Jörmungård didn't tell Sharon this directly, he looked at the already empty underground space, where a dark underground palace appeared.

"Why don't you come out and see you?" "She" resounded in the underground palace.

A pair of bloodshot eyes lit up from the darkness, and his figure was completely hidden in the darkness, but he did not make any answer.

"It's really interesting, you fought for the only god in your life, but after you die, you are mixed together and can never be freed." "She" scoffed indifferently.

"Are you...... The ...... of the spirit world" The figure was still hidden in the darkness, only the eyes emitted a subtle light.

"I'm looking for you to borrow something." "She" threatened very unceremoniously, "Otherwise, I will directly reveal the news that you are hiding here, and I think some guys who are interested in you should not give up this opportunity." ”

"Impossible!" He rejected it in no uncertain terms.

"Give it to Him! Otherwise, we're all going to die here and think about where we are. ”

"Listen to me! His person is not as high as we are! ”

"What's the use of listening to you? They weren't all made into potions by Alista Tudot in the first place! ”

……

Jörmungård watched the drama in the depths of the darkness silently, drawing a smile on Sharon's pale face.

Three fools!

"Guys, I have a good offer." "She" opened her mouth to express her opinion, "How about your vote?" ”

There was silence on the other side, and finally a figure slowly walked out in the darkness.

He was dressed in blood-stained black armor, his face had terrible marks of decay and bone, a flag-like mark on his eyebrows, his long red hair was scattered, and his body was slightly transparent, but he was somewhat similar to the current Sharon.

"When did a chicken-like guy like you dare to point fingers at me?" His young, handsome cheeks opened and closed, and two other distinct sounds came out of the bloody cracks.

"Don't get into trouble with Him."

"Ask Him what he wants."

"You know!"

Jörmungad smiled bitterly and looked at the handsome and strange man in front of him, and he simply said his intentions directly.

"The 'Red Sacrifice' card, I know it's on you, I'll borrow it for a while."

"Impossible!"

"Give it to Him!"

"Democratic voting, his proposal is good."

Three voices sounded almost simultaneously, and the young handsome man wanted to take a step forward, but his raised foot was stiffly restrained and hung in the air, and his figure disappeared in the darkness, revealing only the light of his eyes as before.

"Hope you have your life to save it." A tarot card depicting Russell the Great shoots out of the darkness and plunges into the stone wall behind "Sharon".

"Don't leave yet!"

"Wait a little longer." This time, Jörmungandr said the request in his original immature voice, "Help me complete the ceremony of this child's promotion to Sequence 4 in advance, well, give me a copy of the recipe." ”

"You really think I'm a bully?"

"Here you go!"

Jörmungård looked at the recipe that had been delivered to him, quietly waiting for the outcome of the quarrel.

"You may really regret not choosing the 'witch', after all, your soft and cowardly nature has not changed yet." The most radical voice mocked the other two, and finally accepted their decision.

"You're doing well, Medici." After waiting for it to be over, Jörmungård slipped into Sharon's mouth again, and then laughed in his own childish accent.

"After all, monogamy has now been practiced on the dark side, and even the crime of bigamy is going to be sanctioned." Its form quickly vanished into the ruins, and the place where it had landed was instantly buried by the collapsed earth and rock.

This is the first time the three of them have agreed today.