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Dusk in Beckland was always replaced by dark clouds and a drizzle, and Crane, who was physically and mentally exhausted, pressed his half-height silk top hat in his hand, buried himself slightly, and walked quickly through the wet streets, returning to 15 Minsk Street in the light of gas street lamps.

After a short rest, taking advantage of the dim environment, he took four backward steps and entered the gray mist.

After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceling", he has been trying to check if there is any change in that mysterious space, but because he was too tired last night, he couldn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he was "busy" outside during the day, so he could only wait until now.

In addition, Crane also has to eliminate distractions and divinate a matter.

That is, after this promotion, when his spirit was not stable, he did not hear "Hornachis...... Fregra ...... Hornachis ...... Fregra" this illusory whisper!

He wanted to figure out if it was a natural change in itself after ascending to Sequence 6, or if there was something else.

In the majestic palace, the long mottled bronze tables and twenty-two high-backed chairs with different symbols on their backs stand quietly, as if they have not changed forever.

The same goes for the gray fog beneath them, and the endless emptiness around them.

But as soon as Crane entered, his spiritual instincts were keenly aware that the mysterious space was a little different from what it had been.

He was not in a hurry to explore and try, calmed down his emotions, sat down at the top, embodied a pen and paper, and wrote a divination statement:

"The reason why I didn't hear the babble after I was promoted."

With a paper in his hand and a low sentence, Crane leaned back in his chair and quickly entered the dream with the help of meditation.

In the gray sky and the earth, pictures flickered, and finally froze on a scene.

It was Crane when his face and body were still covered with sap-colored flesh, and he was surrounded by an illusory, thin, gray mist that no one else could detect.

The dream shattered, and Crane opened his eyes and roughly understood the reason:

"The gray fog intertwines with reality, helping me block out the whispers that come from nowhere......

"After being promoted to Sequence 6, I have a closer connection with this mysterious space above the gray mist, so I have brought about certain changes, and I can naturally use a little power?

"For now, it should be."

"Well, try to explore the surroundings and see what changes."

Crane slowly got up, followed his inspiration, and walked in a direction outside the ancient palace, the gray mist spreading like the sea beneath his feet.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when he wanted to stop and give up exploring, a light flashed at the end of the road.

Crane was overjoyed, quickened his pace, and moved closer to the past.

Seven or eight seconds later, he saw a staircase, a heavenly staircase!

The staircase is condensed by pure light, sacred, transparent, and pure, and can shock everyone's heart.

The staircase stretched into the void above, and there were only four floors, each of which was quite tall, as if it were intended for creatures larger than giants.

Crane looked up in its direction and saw a layer of gray-white mist, frozen in mid-air, as if holding something, and the Staircase of Light was still some distance from there.

Four steps that mean I've drunk the potions of Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7 and Sequence 6? What's on top of that layer of fog? Crane walked cautiously and came to the Staircase of Light, stepping on the steps.

The steps are not unfurnished, solid as if they were made of stone.

Crane climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor, and then tried to look above the gray-white mist, but unfortunately, his vision could not penetrate it.

He thought for a moment, took two steps forward, and jumped up as hard as he could.

However, as soon as he left the Stairway of Light, he lost his upward momentum and the instinct of the spirit to fly, and fell straight down, stepping on the gray mist that was the bottom layer.

It seems that I still have to improve two or three sequences, and if sequence 4 is indeed a qualitative change, then I should be able to do it after being a demigod and a demihuman...... Crane looked up, judgmental.

……

St. Samuel's Church.

Daly unhurriedly entered the base of the Nightwatchers, where Sost was already waiting for him.

"The archbishop came to me, what's the matter?"

Earlier, when she was walking in the cemetery managed by the Church of the Night, feeling the resonance and communication of the spirit, Leonard actually came to her in a hurry. It was said that Archbishop St. Anthony wanted them to go to Sost together, but he left without waiting for himself or explaining what was going on. The way he looked at him made Dai Li very curious.

As soon as she entered the room, the church bell rang just eleven times. Before Sost could speak, Daly noticed a small glass bottle on her desk.

The Necromancer's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked up and approached the table to examine the object closely:

"Is such a handy spirit storage container the latest sealing item to be made?"

"A substance like glass should be limited by some kind of rule, right? Isolated from observation, my little ones can't snoop around, but it doesn't have an effect on the things around them, and even greatly isolates the effects of extraordinary properties on the surrounding items, is this really a genius design, is it a new product of the Steam Church or is it developed by the genius of our Templar? ”

Sost's face was strange, and he wanted to speak and stopped, and he stopped talking.

"Sost, can I pick it up and look at it?"

“…… Absolutely, we've confirmed that it's safe, and that's what we're here for. ”

Seeing that Dai Li was happy to hunt her heart, she immediately picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully, and the necromantic mentor who was proficient in spiritual vision soon found that there was indeed a soul imprisoned inside, and she tried to let her little spiritual penetration into it, but unexpectedly felt that the soul in the bottle was now in the state of "no contract object".

"That's pretty good...... It's really good. ”

Dai Li admired from the bottom of her heart, and couldn't put it down. She didn't try to communicate further with the spirit inside, nor did she plan to wake him up: "This technology can capture and place spirits more easily, I have long been uncomfortable with the behavior of the dream demons of the church sealing the spirit on their teeth, and they have to grin when fighting, no wonder His Excellency Cesima always likes to wear high collars, I didn't expect Leonard to start learning from him...... And I bet they certainly wouldn't tell their kissing partner about that kind of thing. ”

Thorst stopped talking again and again, and pursed his lips.

"You're weird today, Leonard is weird, you guys must be hiding something from me."

Dai Li laughed a few times, reluctantly put the bottle in her hand back on the table, pressed the table with one hand, and leaned forward: "Sost, can you say it now, what is the matter with coming to me?" ”

The requiem coughed twice, and finally regained his rhythm, he reached out and took the bottle, held it up to the field of vision of the two, and said solemnly:

"The spirit in this case is a man who accidentally survived a very dangerous and extraordinary event, and in all accounts, he is dead, but the day before yesterday, this bottle was anonymously stuffed into our mailbox."

"Him?" Dai Li said with interest, "I didn't expect it to be a lucky man." ”

Sost's expression became more and more strange, but he still froze: "I hope you understand. His Excellency the Archbishop and the Red Gloves spent a day studying the bottle and trying to converse with the spirits within. However, they have limited information available, so after confirming that he does not pose a danger, His Excellency the Archbishop has decided to inform you to continue communicating with the spirits in the bottle. ”

Dai Li nodded, not surprised by the request. But she found a strange point: "Wish I could understand? What do you wish I understood? ”

"Ahem......"

Sost was about to hold back: "The spirit in this bottle is a night watchman. ”

"So?"

"His name is Dunn Smith."

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"On December 20th, play cards with Zarathu."

"On December 21st, I played cards with Zarathu, and organically integrated the fight against evil with the board games of the old era to create a new way to play."

"On December 22nd, play cards with Zarathu."

"December 23rd, Edward, Edward, is the card so fun? You've been in for three days, and it's time to think about going out! ”

"On December 24th, I played cards with Zarathu."

"On December 25th, I don't want to play cards anymore, so I talk to Zarathu about history to pass the time."

……

The hidden church is quiet. Behind the statue of Mother Heaven is a small space with only about two large tiles, and it is difficult enough to squeeze in two adults of normal stature, and even more difficult to squeeze in two angels with card tables and dozens of board game pieces.

Zaratul shifted his foot in a different direction, retracted his leg, and tilted his knee against the Monopoly box that was piled aside. The handwritten title deeds and the small colored stones, which act as pawns for the characters, clatter to the side. The soothsayer reached out to put them back in place, then folded his arms and leaned back on the statue of the Mother of Heaven, the brim of the hood covering his eyes, and the beard under his nose blown away by the faint currents of air.

Edward sat on the other side, his face tilted, looking at the puppet above.

The puppets are windless and automatic, swaying and wandering, and the puppets that were damaged in the previous melee still maintain their broken appearance, missing arms and legs, or half of their skulls are missing. It's like a broken scrap in a toy store window, mixed out of place.

And the delirious Antignus is like a nostalgic human being, who will never throw away toys as long as they are not broken to the point of being completely unusable.

In addition to playing cards, sleeping, dazing, and gaging with Zarathu, he spent his days staring at the secret puppet on the roof. Edward had already counted how many secret couples there were, and how many men and women there were. During this time, she also discussed the history of the Night Nation with Zarathu, and delved into the causes and healing of the two natural mythical creatures, Antigonus and the Mother of Heaven, who were born into human nature.

The atmosphere of the workshop was harmonious, and both parties participated in a high level of participation, and jointly refined the relevant research. In the end, Zarathu traded a piece of information and a lobster pasta for Edward's deciphered Chinese language, preparing to try to light up the historical mist fragments of this hidden place in the future.

Edward thus confirmed that Zarathu did have a chance to go out in the future, which was much more important than the black history between the churches.

Running away after being locked up for 6 days feels a bit of a temptation to the bottom line of the night, but after all, I have already lost a sequence one, and 6 days is enough time for me to heal my injuries and leave, not to mention that there is Zarathu here......

Ranwen

It's almost time to go. Thinking so, Edward moved.

She stood up, took a long step, and stepped in front of Zarathu.

Zarathu tilted his head slightly, and said as if he couldn't open his mouth, "You're leaving?" ”

"Yes."

Zarathu muttered something as if to herself, and at last she shook her head and lay back without saying a word.

Edward squinted at her as the Riddler, feeling like he was back in the days when he first worked together. To be fair, she didn't hate Charatu very much, though Russell couldn't get angry when he saw this guy pretending to be profound. But fate is indeed something worthy of reverence, in the fable of the East, knowing too much will also be punished by heaven, not to mention these "heavenly machines"?

She walked a few laps along the base of the wall, her eyes locked on the wall not far behind the statue.

The candelabra on the wall didn't hold back, but there happened to be a hollowed-out skylight on the dome of the church, and the red moonlight projected obliquely in, brushing the head of the statue of the Mother of Heaven hanging down, and shining on this wall, adding more horror film atmosphere to the place.

There are one short and clumsy symbol after another, but there is an empty piece in the middle, which cannot be connected and formed.

The blank area was two palm-sized, visibly sunken inward, as if someone had dug up the stone bricks from the surface.

"The corresponding obsidian is in the church, and no one has taken it yet, so placing it here will allow this wall to initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and take on an illusory color."

Zarathu changed his posture and pointed his face in Edward's direction: "However, the key to open the door is very special, and you have to draw the relevant symbols of the goddess of the night." ”

Edward touched his chin, "It's about the same as I thought." I thought you'd pit me again at this point,"

"After all, if you successfully trap me here, there's a good chance that the Goddess of the Night will be willing to let you out. You've already worked with that guy once, and it's no problem to do it again. ”

Zarathu chuckled in a low voice: "If the symbol is drawn wrong, you will only see the out-of-control half-'fool' at most." ”

"But Antigonus didn't become a true god after all, and you say you're already Sequence One, so looking at her can only cause you some trouble. And then when you are not happy, you come back and kill my weak projection, and I will lose a lot. ”

"The right decision." The demon laughed, "And there's no way I'm going to be trapped here." ”

Edward also intends to continue to passionately stage a pious scroller drama of the Mother Tree of Desire, but he feels that it is unnecessary, and that acting too much is false. She stopped talking, and quickly found the missing obsidian on the wall from under her seat.

Then, she took a few steps forward and placed the obsidian slate into the hollow.

The two are tightly knit and there is nothing superfluous.

The wall quickly glowed, gradually becoming transparent, and you could see the stone slabs outside, the holed walls, and the clouds floating in the air.

After making sure it was safe, Edward raised his hand and drew a sign of the path of the night that was slightly different from the emblem of the goddess of the night.

In the middle of nowhere, the scene behind the transparent gate shook like water waves and changed.

Behind the gate, there is a cliff with no bottom visible, a jagged rock, a cloud floating in the air, and a brilliant sun that is not visible at all in Beckland, like a part of a mountaintop! Extremely far away there are dilapidated and mysterious palaces, looming churches.

Boldness of execution stems from superb skill. Edward reached out and pressed his hand against the illusory door, pushing it open.

Her figure disappeared from the hidden town in an instant.

At this moment, Zarathu also moved. She sat up straight, her face unclear, but her body movements showed a tangled and hesitant mood. One second, two seconds...... Dozens of seconds later, she slowly lay back, using her arms to sweep the surrounding clutter into the clearing.

"It's not time to ...... yet"

The soothsayer sighed, "Not now......"

In the outside world, as soon as Edward's hind feet left the confines of the hidden town, his front feet immediately stepped into the spirit realm. She roamed the spirit realm quickly, then noticed that the world beneath her feet was a bright and chaotic blue.

Thinking of the overly bright sunlight just now, Edward's heart suddenly moved. After roaming for some distance, she left the spirit realm, and in the moment of her ground, she arrived at a noisy place.

The smell of the sea breeze was blowing in his face, and the cries and shouts were mixed together, and as soon as he came out of the quietest hidden town, Edward immediately felt that his hearing was being challenged a little. Considering that it was not convenient for her to appear in crowded places now, as soon as she landed, she immediately moved to a relatively dark and inconspicuous alley.

Just as she was about to take in her surroundings and confirm her current location, a hand suddenly reached out from the dark alley, and a cold dagger was placed on her neck, sinking slightly into her skin.

？

Edward turned his head suspiciously, and was surprised to find that there were quite a few people in the alley, some with knives, some with fierce gods, and some tied up as if they were about to be killed. The men looked at her warily, and when they saw the blood on their bodies, their vigilance turned to contempt.

If you look closely, they are all dark souls, and their sins are at least at the level of dark chocolate.

The dagger added some strength, and ordinary people may have cut the carotid artery, but Edward reached out and flicked it lightly, and the dagger instantly came out of his hand, flying upside down and directly cutting off all the upper part of the eyebrows of the pirate holding the dagger.

Plasma splattered, like a red coconut. The pirate smiled sinisterly and slowly fell.

After two seconds of silence, three men exploded in quick succession, fear and panic tearing apart their bodies, leaving only their hearts in a pile of minced flesh.

Edward took off his glasses, bent down to wipe the blood splattered on the corpse's clothes, and put them back on meticulously.

"Thanks, I'm just hungry." She laughs.

TBC

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To get out of prison is to push the door open and walk out.

The end of the double watch.