In the basement of a house in a high-class residential area near the Doge's Palace, rows of burning candles washed the shadows of people and objects into a dark gray.

The man in the hooded robe hurried into the basement, and he had pulled down the hood that concealed his face, revealing a thin, sharp and aggressive face, and the usual cold and indifferent face could not be concealed at this time.

With his head bowed, he tried to make room with words begging for mercy and humility, and he explained in a trembling voice: "Lord Seigor, I really led away the pursuit of the military hyenas, and I did not expose Hermosius's hiding place. ”

Seigno, who had a gloomy temperament, was pale and gloomy, he glanced at Scowl coldly, and said in a low voice: "Fool who doesn't even know that the telegram is being monitored!" If Odell hadn't died, I'd have hanged him with his intestines. ”

Skoll still kept his head down, not daring to answer.

Thinking of the inexplicable dismemberment of Odell, Seigno's face became even more ugly, he stared at Skoll's lowered head, and spat out a sentence that seemed to be tinged with ice ballast: "No matter what, your mission has failed." ”

As if he were in the bitter cold of Fursack's winter, Scowl stiffened, desperately urging his spirit to keep his mind calm and think, trying to find some reason to prove that he was still useful.

But the ground beneath Skoll's feet had already darkened unconsciously, and a blood-colored vine quickly wrapped around his body.

Skoll's body was tightly bound, and he cried out in horror, "My lord, please forgive me! Please ......"

The long, sharp vine quickly climbed up to Scol's neck, and its tip stabbed straight into Scol's neck like a sharp sword, and Skoll wriggled his body and let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from all the holes in his head, and one eye suddenly bulged strangely, and with a "poof" sound, a tentacle-like writhing vine with yellow, milky white, bright red sticky liquid emerged. The eyeballs were pushed out of their sockets and hung down in the corners of their eyes, and the passages squeezed out by the vines began to flow out of the mouths of the passages that were very different from the colors of blood.

Directly sucking Squall's soul, Seigor turned to face the altar of flesh and blood, and asked in a more respectful manner than Squauer had just been:

"Lord Jakes, do you need more sacrifices?"

"No need, the ritual has been successful, just waiting for God's response."

The curtain that hung around the altar rolled up automatically, revealing an old man with sparse white hair and deep wrinkles, like dead wood.

At this moment, the surface of a silver mirror specially placed in the basement suddenly turbulent like water waves, and a man wearing a black clergyman's robe, with eyes deeply sunken like a dried corpse, his lips were tightly closed, giving people a cold and terrible feeling, as if he would be perverted in silence.

Both Señor and Jakes in front of the altar were spiritually touched, but Jakes remained humbly staring at the candlelight.

Señor glanced sideways at the silver mirror, then bowed down beyond the rolled up curtain. He walked quickly to the silver mirror, maintaining the same respectful attitude, and greeted, "Lord Zavant, what do you command?" ”

A cold, emotionless voice rang out in the basement: "Where's Jakes? Why do you have to make it to Byam before tonight? ”

Señor looked at the altar again, Jax still maintaining his most focused demeanor, and Señor turned his head and continued to explain in a respectful tone in place of Jakes.

"Lord Jax has just finished the ritual and is now waiting for the god to respond."

"A few months ago, the oracle asked us to ......"

"The target has a seal that may be level 0, and there is no guarantee that there will be no other protectors, Lord Jacks, in order to be sure, please take action."

……

Crane sent away Orange Hilarion, who was ready to die at the door of his enemies.

As for the pursuit of the Rose School, since being reminded by Arodus to the present, Crane has never felt the seriousness of the situation, and the escape from Baiam is imminent.

This is directly from the will of the Mother Tree of Desire, and I don't know how much power the Rose School will exert to capture me. In any case, there must be a high sequence of combat power, and I have to prepare in advance and mobilize all my strength......

Thinking about it, Crane took out the paper and quickly began to write: "Dear Mr. Azik......"

Detailing his situation and speculations, Crane immediately sent a letter.

Then he went to the gray mist, gathered all his savings together, counted ten thousand and two gold coins, gathered them into a glittering pile of gold, and looked at the few gold coins and some fragmentary banknotes that were left, and Crane was so distressed that he brought the large pile of gold coins to reality.

The silver harmonica sounded silently, and Renette emerged from the air.

Reluctantly looking away from the coins, Crane graciously handed the two coins to Miss Courier, and continued, "That's all the money, ten thousand gold pounds, thank you for your help last time." ”

Renette opened her mouth, but didn't make a sound, and Crane watched as the gold coins turned into a torrent of gold and plunged into the dark vortex in front of Miss Messenger.

Seeing the gold coin disappear, Crane squeezed out a smile and said to Renette with a little embarrassment:

"That's right, I may be in danger again, can I summon you for help again?"

Renette's four heads and eight eyes turned to Crane at the same time, staring him up and down for a long time before she spoke one by one:

"Still ......", "...... before", "......", "price......"

Crane kept a smile and gritted his teeth in response, "Okay." ”

Crane then returns to the Grey Mist, sorting out what he can use in his desperation, deducing what he might be able to do with the attacks he might encounter, what he can do, and how to bring in Aquaman or the military governor Robert Davis in a timely and safe manner.

It wasn't until he was a little spiritually deprived that Crane lay down in bed and prepared to fall back asleep in order to keep his day in good shape.

Before going to bed, he sighed again in his heart, if he opened his eyes tomorrow, the lamp god appeared in front of him, how good it would be, so that he could take me out of Byam quickly, even if he used the chaotic shuttle of space to always lose his way, and often got lost, but I am a soothsayer, and I am the least afraid of getting lost.

It would have been better if Mr. Azik had come to me sooner and asked Mr. Azik to take me to the Gulf of Dicy in the spirit world, which would not only be safe and secure, but would also save money on the boat and train tickets.

Early in the morning, everything was business as usual.

The god of lights did not return.

Armed and armed, Crane made his way to the outskirts of Byam as he had planned last night, preparing to sail straight through the woods to the edge of the cliff and drive away.