Port of Prieze.

On the corner of Main Street, quite far from the port, there is a bookstore.

It was an old shop with an old décor, and from the outside, it was very different from the other shops on the main street that were either beautifully decorated or atmospheric or luxurious, like a large group of energetic young men and women mixed in with an old man.

The interior of the bookstore is also fairly simple, with only a few sparse rows of bookshelves and spread out display tables for so-called bestsellers. The display stand was covered with a thin and thick variety of hardcover books, and in the most prominent position was a brand new book with a beautifully illustrated cover, in the center of which were two beautiful lines of print, the title of the larger book and the name of the author of the smaller font, "Storm Hills," by Farth Wall.

Bernadette walked slowly down the stairs from the second floor of the bookstore, her boots tapping on the wooden staircase with a rhythmic "click" and "click".

The bookstore owner, who is like a salted fish on weekdays, is like a catfish that has suddenly been poured with seawater, and a carp stands up.

He first looked around and saw that there were no customers as usual, then he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and approached quickly.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders for coming this time?"

"I have taken good care of the layout of the upstairs room, and I have changed the spiritual materials, you can come over at any time."

Bernadette gave a simple hum.

The figure passed by the bookshelf, and his eyes glanced at it at random, and on the spine of the small half of the bookshelf, large or small, thin or thick, were all printed with a few words, by Russell Gustaf.

"Give me the materials you have collected during this time to turn in."

"Yes, you wait, it's on the second floor."

The bookstore owner hurriedly went upstairs, opened the secret compartment, took out a stack of neatly bound paper documents, restored the hidden compartment, and hurried downstairs.

Armed with the various information and preliminary verification materials that the members of Element Dawn had secretly collected in recent years in Pritz Harbor, Bernadette strolled down the bustling Main Street.

As the most important port in the Kingdom of Rune, the port of Pritz is densely populated, but there are mostly lower-class workers, so the economic level is far less than that of Beckland.

Bernadette came out of Main Street, turned two corners, and came to White Oak Street.

Bernadette walked to Gate 32, the house was noticeably sparsely maintained compared to her neighbors, and the flower beds in front of the door were overgrown with weeds, leaving no room for delicate flowers.

Bernadette didn't know where to take out a key, opened the door, and walked inside.

This is Bernadette's inheritance, inherited from her father. My father was already the owner of Intis back then, but I don't know why he anonymously bought a lot of real estate in important cities around the world, as if he had a collector's habit.

Bernadette passed through the yard, the flowers and trees in the small garden shook one after another, the bullied flowers cheered up, and the proud weeds suddenly pulled themselves up, took a long root, trotted all the way, and threw themselves into the arms of the garbage heap, and the dead branches and leaves also left their bodies one after another, and threw themselves into the garbage heap with the weeds.

Bernadette walked into the room, stood and looked around the large living room, then walked to a chair, sat down, took out the information she had obtained from the salted fish boss, and looked at it carefully.

Cleaning tools such as brooms, buckets, rags, and brushes in the storage room suddenly flew out of the storage room as if they had come to life, and went to their jobs. The curtains, sofa towels, and napkins in each room are unfastened by themselves, and the hula flies out, circles in a circle, and rushes into the bathtub. Water began to flow from the side of the bathtub, jars of soap powder poured over their bodies, and fabrics of various textures began to rub and wash themselves. Teapots, cups, dishes, and kitchen utensils swirl out of the gaping closet and into the sink, letting the rushing water wash over their bodies.

The sound of clanging collisions, the sound of rushing water, and the sound of fabric rubbing together converge into a joyful music full of life.

In this light-hearted and lively background music, Bernadette turns page after page of documents.

On the other side, Wang Zichuan was wandering around the neighborhoods, like a countryman who had never seen the world, but no one could see him or laugh at him.

Using the method of turning into a bubble in the daughter of the sea, Bernadette went directly to the spirit world, leaving the spirit world from the preset coordinates and coming to the second floor of a bookstore in Pritz Harbor. The room was clearly arranged with ritual magic, and the spiritual materials were integrated into the ritual through a wonderful combination, marking a stable coordinate point that would point the way for Bernadette, who was not good at traveling through the spirit world.

As soon as he appeared, Wang Zichuan rushed out of the magic lamp impatiently, said hello to Bernadette casually, passed through the wall, and disappeared.

At this time, Wang Zichuan was wandering around the dock area, trying to find the Pritz, which was very roaring as soon as it appeared, but unfortunately he did not find it.

There are many passenger and cargo ships coming and going in the port, but they all look like ordinary ships.

After wandering for a while, feeling very bored, Wang Zichuan walked through the streets and alleys, admiring the street scene similar to Victorian Europe.

Tuxedos, shirts, suits, overalls, long skirts, hats and canes of all colors...... It's a pity that I didn't see the trench coat. The crowd flowed endlessly, the carriages and horses drove by quickly, a street lamp, a doorbell, a spire, a carved flower...... The exquisite style, the warm brown-red tone of the times, all this seems real and illusory, like watching a movie, and like you are acting in a movie.

I don't belong here, I don't belong here.

I'm not playing Him, I'm Him.

After feeling for a long time, Wang Zichuan's thoughts returned to reality, and after carefully distinguishing it, he found that the street he was on was White Oak Street, and he suddenly remembered a person.

Following his memory, Wang Zichuan slowly searched for the old small building with the sign of the Fishermen's Association.

It was easy to find, and after a while, he saw a small building with a very dilapidated appearance, and a sign that looked like it had some rotten smell hanging in an inconspicuous place.

Wang Zichuan floated directly in, across the rows of rooms, until he saw a middle-aged man with thick arms who did not look like a literate person sitting at his desk writing something.

Suddenly, a strange gust of wind blew in through the window, blowing stacks of sorted documents away and scattering them all over the ground. The signature of some of the papers, it reads, Dorian Gray.

"Strange, how could there be such a strong wind all of a sudden?"

Dorian left his seat, bent down, picked up the fallen papers, put them in order, and sat down again to get back to work.

Suddenly, he paused and muttered to himself, "Why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden?" It's a bit ......."

Immediately, he stood up, looked out of the window and out of the door, and found no one, so he locked the door, went to the window again, closed the window, closed the curtains, and took out a crystal ball with pure sparkling stars from a hidden secret cabinet.

It's not right, I've got to do a divination.