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Looking at the little boy behind the altar and listening to his slightly hoarse childish voice, Darik almost cracked the "hurricane axe" in his hand as if facing the most terrible monster.

In his common sense, it is definitely not human beings who can survive in pure darkness for so long, and even if they were, they will definitely not be after that long time!

"Demon Hunter" Colin's eyes seemed to light up a little more, his palm holding the sword tightened, and he asked in a calm voice:

"What are you doing here?"

The yellow-haired boy, who called himself Jack, replied with a slightly painful expression:

"We are looking for the Lord's sanctuary."

"The Lord's sanctuary?" Colin asked.

"Yes." The little boy Jack looked sideways at the pitch-black cross and the upside-down figure, "They told me that if I went in the direction of the Lord's gaze, I would reach her sanctuary." ”

"They? Do you still have companions? Colin's eyes spun around like some kind of monster, taking in all the surroundings, "What about them?" ”

Hearing this question, the little boy Jack was visibly stunned.

Suddenly, he pressed his throat and said with a distorted expression:

"I'm so hungry......

"I'm hungry......"

In almost dreamlike words, the little boy Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua in red gloves.

"I'm hungry......"

His mouth opened all the way to the base of his ears, Bai Sensen's teeth were neat, and slightly viscous saliva continued to pour out.

At the same time, he lunged out and pounced on Joshua in front of him, so fast that there was still a broken image in his place.

Joshua was on high alert, but he was a little unresponsive at this time.

Before he could even see the process, the little boy Jack pounced on him.

Winter!

The yellow-haired figure seemed to hit an invisible wall and froze just a step away from Joshua.

The little boy Jack was stuck in the air, and a black and red light appeared on his body, eroding the transparent barrier that blocked him.

Behind Joshua and Darek, Colin the "Demon Hunter" got down on one knee at some point, and plunged his straight sword smeared with silver ash into the ground.

Immediately afterward, the entire area where the altar was located instantly brightened, as if sprinkled with the purest morning light.

Colin drew his sword reluctantly, and his figure strangely split, turning into overlapping remnants scattered around the altar. Each figure raised the sword in his hand at the same time, combining with the nearby morning light, blooming with a bright light.

Whoosh!

A straight sword stabbed out, and the rays of the morning sun swarmed in, encircling the little boy Jack in the middle from all sides. In the splendor of the rising sun, the black and red figure quickly evaporated, and was annihilated in the storm-like attack.

In the underground hall where the altar was located, the brilliance became so bright that Derrick Berg couldn't help but close his eyes.

He shook his head and woke up from his slumber to see the fire burning quietly in front of him and the dutiful guards of the camp.

Colin, the "Demon Hunter" who was sitting cross-legged next to a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Set off after 50 lightning strikes."

Hearing this, Darek looked up at the sky and found that the frequency of lightning had not increased significantly, and darkness was still the master of the land.

The thought of the city-state he was about to arrive, the thought of the temple of the fallen Creator, made him uncontrollably nervous.

After taking some time to calm down, Daerik ate quickly and regained his fighting form.

I don't know what will happen in that temple...... Holding the "Hurricane Axe", he came to the middle of the line.

Inside the camp, lanterns covered in thin animal skins were lit one after another.

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Hilston District.

Crane, who had walked for half an hour to return to the city, returned home with both physical and mental exhaustion, but fortunately there were no accidents along the way, and the evil spirit really let them go.

After boiling hot water and adjusting the temperature, Crane took a comfortable bath and relieved himself of tension and exhaustion.

With the laziness of the bath, he took four steps backwards and entered the gray mist, intending to use divination to confirm the evil spirits.

Considering that he had been exposed to the gray mist in front of the evil spirit, and the other party did not react or ask questions, Crane boldly guessed that the other party could not notice the gray mist directly like Edward Vaughn.

And the strength of the evil spirit can just be compared with Mr. Azik, when he was still in Tingen, he boldly divined Mr. Azik, and the other party was unaware, so the divination of this evil spirit, which may not be as good as Mr. Azk, should not be dangerous.

has just survived, and if he can't quickly confirm the other party's state and attitude towards himself, Crane may not be able to eat.

In the silence of the ancient palace, Crane leaned back in his chair and seriously thought about what method of divination should be chosen, and how to design the divination statement, which must conform to occult principles, not involve subdivision and exclusion, and must have sufficient information.

After a brief pause, Crane leaned forward, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down what he wanted to confirm:

"The evil spirit of the chance encounter has strong malice towards me and Sharon."

Unhooked the pendulum from his left wrist, Crane held it in one hand and began to meditate.

After repeated low thoughts, he opened his eyes and looked ahead.

This time, the citrine pendant rotates clockwise normally.

This shows that the evil spirit's malice is almost as bad as Crane imagined.

Miss Sharon and I were not in any abnormal spiritual instincts at the time...... That evil spirit is also a powerful person who interferes with divination and prophecy...... From his initial statement, I could feel that he was indeed murderous towards us, but after confirming that I had a relationship with Mr. Azik and that he took it seriously, he gave up...... That means Mr. Azik is stronger than I thought, and this evil spirit is not as terrifying as Sharon and I thought, but it was easy enough to kill us...... Crane sighed, returned to the real world, and lay into his bed.

It's a pity that the heat brought by the "sun brooch" is only a psychological feeling, and it can't warm the bed...... Before going to bed, he closed his eyes and thought regretfully.

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Monday morning, 9 Second Avenue, Joe Wood District.

After a dreamless night, Crane slept comfortably until ten o'clock. It was only when the sunlight came through the cracks in the curtains that he slowly opened his eyes and yawned long.

According to the plan, after completing all the "visits" on Saturday and Sunday, he decided to rest for a day and wait until tomorrow to report the final results to Prince Edssack and hand over the task.

The demon angel seems to have been banished from Bakeland, and his own life was saved. And he has become a faceling, as long as he conceals his identity and stays away from Bakeland, he can disappear like a drop of water falling into the sea.

Although he can't behave too casually these days to anger the prince, and he can't go to the club to relax blatantly, just being able to rest comfortably at home is already something that makes him very happy.

Now, it's the time to relax after a long time.

After a few minutes of grinding under the warm covers, Crane put on his nightgown and got up. He washed up, wiped his face with a towel, and exhaled in a good mood.

Walking out of the bathroom, looking at the clean and tidy living room and dining room, watching the sunlight shining through the clouds on the transparent glass windows, revealing golden patches, he felt as if the haze in his heart had been swept away for many days, and his mood became happy.

Reward yourself at noon and go out to find a good restaurant...... Crane returns to the second floor and changes his clothes.

Just as he was flipping through the newspaper and waiting for a good lunch, the doorbell suddenly jingled.

"It's the New Year, and someone else is going to delegate the task?" Crane got up and walked to the door, making up his mind to refuse.

In order to get rid of the royal family, it is necessary to go to the south as soon as possible to "vacation", and can no longer take on tasks.

To his surprise, the visitor was not a stranger, but Prince Edsak's old butler.

The old butler wore a well-cut long tuxedo, and saluted without arrogance or identity:

"Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness the Prince is waiting for you in the carriage at the corner of the street, hoping to know the progress of the investigation."

So anxious? It's okay to save yourself from running to Red Rose Manor tomorrow...... Crane quickly reorganized the rhetoric he had conceived last night in his mind, and replied calmly:

"Okay."

He was about to take off the hat from the coat rack when his stomach suddenly ached, the kind of pain he wanted to squat in the toilet.

After enduring it, and after finding that he couldn't bear it, he said to the old butler apologetically:

"I'm very sorry, I'll go to the bathroom first, my stomach is not very comfortable."

The old butler didn't have any unusual expression:

"It's your freedom."

When Crane had finished resolving his situation, he found that the old butler was gone, and waiting outside was the maid with the brown hair, naturally curly.

"His Royal Highness the Prince asked me to say sorry to you, he still has something to do, he can't wait too long, please go to the Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the afternoon after tomorrow." The maid saluted meticulously.

It's been less than 10 minutes, and I'm already doing it as soon as possible...... I usually hold a newspaper and I can squat for a while...... Crane smiled:

"No problem."

After receiving a response, the maid who had completed the task immediately took off her burden and chuckled:

"Detective Moriarty, you and that young lady missed again."

"Huh?" Crane was a little dazed.

The maid lowered her voice and said, "That young lady came with His Royal Highness the Prince this time, and it was she who proposed to take a detour to visit you. ”

As a result, I missed it because of a stomachache? Something is wrong...... Crane frowned slightly.

The fact that this repeated "coincidence" clearly pointed to something that impressed him and recalled someone who was impossible to forget, cast another shadow over Crane's relaxed mood.

But no matter what, the food still has to be eaten.

Although his mood was a little complicated, Crane went out as originally planned and went to a restaurant that he had been coveting for several days.

After a sumptuous and delicious lunch, he did not choose to stop, but immediately returned to his lodgings, and expertly made his way to the top of the gray mist, trying to test his almost conclusive guess.

Thinking about it a little more carefully, Ince Zangwill is really not good, holding a level 0 seal in his hand, but he always exposes his biggest characteristics and flaws, and even ordinary people can detect some abnormalities...... If the maid also knew about 0-08 and knew about the "coincidence", then she must have discovered the problem with that young lady a long time ago...... Obviously there is such a powerful seal, but when he does things and lays out things so rudimentarily, there is no city government, it is hard to imagine how he managed to get 0-08 out of the sealing room of the Night Church perfectly......

Complaining in his heart, Crane picked up the round-bellied pen that appeared, paused for two seconds, and then wrote:

"I'm involved in a series of coincidences created by Seal '0-08' again."

Putting down the dark red pen, Crane held the silver chain in his left hand and began his divination step by step.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum that was close at a moment's notice.

The citrine pendant is stationary and does not rotate.

This indicates that the divination has failed!

It may be that the conditions are insufficient to divination, or it may be that "0-08" has made a confrontation...... Similar results occur in both cases...... Crane changed his phrase and pointed to a different goal, but the divination ultimately failed.

His fingers tapped the edge of the long mottled table, and he hesitated whether to go to the Red Rose Manor the day after tomorrow.

If there really is no "0-08" or the same force to arrange these things, then my sudden absconding will definitely arouse Prince Edsak's suspicions, no, absconding may not be successful, Prince Edsak's man is downstairs...... Of course, it's still easy for me, who is already a "Faceling", to find a chance to escape when I'm out, but is it necessary to get to this level?

Tomorrow afternoon, I will honestly meet Prince Edsak, and hand over the task normally, and I will be able to "leave" Beckland without attracting attention, and his Royal Highness the prince should not force me, a wild extraordinary, to accomplish something too difficult......

If there really is a level 0 seal or unimaginable powerhouse affecting recent events, then judging from what happened to me, I should just be a supporting role who strayed into the stage, and I haven't received enough attention, in this case, absconding is equivalent to telling the other party that I am aware of the existence of "you"! I have a big problem!

In this way, the ability of the "Faceling" may not be able to get rid of the "gaze" that locks him......

The best way is to go to the Red Rose Manor calmly, exit the stage with the most normal process, take a decent curtain call, and get out of the "sight" from where I don't know where it comes from......

Combining the two elements, Crane finally decides to pretend that he has not found anything, unload the mission according to the predetermined plan, and "leave" Beckland.

………

Inside an open-air camp with flames burning and always manned.

Derick Berg leaned against a stone pillar and fell asleep to regain his strength.

At this moment, he dreamed of the endless gray mist, of an ancient chair in the very center and on the highest point, and of the indifferent figure sitting on the chair, looking down on everything.

fo

"Mr. 'Fool'......," Deric mentally called out the name.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a voice from the "fool":

"Prepare for the party".

371

Da, da, da.

Amon sat in a chair in the waiting area on the banks of the Tasso River, staring at the pocket watch in his hand, waiting for the moment of three o'clock sharp.

Soon, the slight movement of the minute and hour hands sounded along with the roar of the steam cruise ship from far and near. At three o'clock on Monday afternoon, Amon waited patiently and felt, but for five minutes, he didn't notice the slightest breath of the Source Castle.

"That soothsayer has left Beckland?"

"Or is there something else? Alas, anyway, I can't find him, and the information from Fort Source has left me......"

He specially waited for an extra day to see if there would be any emergencies at this particular point in time, but there was nothing at all. Amon got up regretfully and walked in the direction of the ticket gate.

He has been staying at the Aurora Society's headquarters for the past two days, watching Medici teach hunters and praying in small temples, but he has not received a clear response from the real Creator, only a feeling of "read".

This made Amon unsure of the attitude of the real creator, and it was also a little difficult to position himself. Because in his concept, children seem to have to be "approved" by their parents in order to be truly related.

Although there are many family relationships that are still established but are not approved by both parties, Amon feels that this should not apply to him.

This matter had to be studied slowly in the future.

Now, he's leaving Beckland for East Chester County.

Amon handed over his first-class nine-fold ticket at the domestic travel agency in Rune and boarded the passenger ship from the VIP channel. He didn't rush to his suite, but took a leisurely walk on the deck on the second floor, enjoying the scenery along the river and inhaling the haze of Beckland.

After about ten minutes, after the ticket checking, smoke came out of the chimney of the steamer, the deck beneath his feet began to shake, and the passenger ship slowly turned its bow in the wide river channel and followed the direction of the river to the mouth of the sea.

It would take at least an hour to transfer from here to the estuary, and Amon was ready to go to his suite for a while.

Just as he turned around, he stumbled upon another passenger liner waiting in the harbor - this one was headed directly for the maritime colonial city of Baiam in Rune. A young man with dark gray hair carried a suitcase and walked up the boarding stairs to the deck in the crowd.

The young man noticed his gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then looked away.

Amon didn't have the idea of saying hello either, and the two went against each other and disappeared from each other's sight.

TBC

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I'll see...... Very good, the haze is within five chapters.