At midnight, an unnamed cemetery outside the city of Byam.

Alger walked into the secluded cemetery without fear of being discovered by the grave keepers.

There was only one grave keeper here, and he was never awake after dark, and even dozed off most of the day. If it weren't for the business of eating and entertaining people to his door, the difference between him and the rest of the people here was only whether he was lying on top of the dirt or below.

The hill not far from Alger's memory disappeared at some point, replaced by a jumble of stones.

He only arrived a little early, and this scene made him inspired, and the storyline of the brain supplement was enough for a certain salted fish author to explode for a week.

The second hand skipped the last frame of the day, and Gelman's figure was quickly outlined in the crimson moonlight.

Alger felt that, in the style of Mr. "World", he should "snap", press his pocket watch, and say coldly, "You're early!" Then he drew his pistol.

Pulling his divergent thoughts back, Alger gathered his mind, lifted the lantern, and stepped forward with mixed feelings.

Before he could test it, the colleague who was putting him under great pressure in front of him spoke in a deep voice.

"A demigod friend of mine......"

Alger's spirits tightened, and his vigilance and vigilance soared, fearing that something unexpected would happen before tonight's exploration had even begun.

“…… Ask for peers. ”

Gelman's smile was gentle, but Alger clearly saw the madness and perversion of the capital letters in that polite smile, and heard the meaning that could not be denied from the polite words.

Alger's mind was running fast, he first thought that he was also Sequence Five, not inferior to Gelman, and then he was frustrated and had to admit that Sequence Five was not the same as Sequence Five, and then he thought that Gelman's companion in his first exploration was not only himself, would Gelman have another conspiracy, and then he laughed at himself for thinking too much about himself, and the dignified demigod wanted to kill himself as simple as eating and drinking, and it was friendly and restrained enough to let Gelman know him in advance...... Before falling into self-denial, Alger's mind conjured up the majestic palace and the great being whose breath was like a mountain and a sea.

Alger froze and pretended to be calm and slowly spoke, "This is not in line with our previous agreement. ”

The implication of his words is that this is a transaction under the watchful eye of Mr. Fool, which is in line with equivalent exchange, and you cannot change it without permission.

Crane looked at Alger earnestly with dark brown eyes that were not devoid of any emotion, and replied calmly, "He will provide a paid help." ”

After a pause for a second, Crane accentuated his tone, and emphasized, "It can be advanced, at any level, help." ”

Help that can defer payment of remuneration! Any level of power!

Alger's heart suddenly beat violently twice, and his spirit suddenly became excited, and his mind was like boiling water, and countless thoughts of "help" came to him.

Alger forcibly choked the corners of his mouth that wanted to be upturned and cracked, stabilized his expression and voice, and then spoke again: "Okay, when will this Excellency come over?" ”

Gelman, who seemed to be a still picture in the darkness, suddenly moved, and suddenly stretched out his ungloved right hand to Alger.

Alger's heart "fluttered" again, and his first reaction was that Gelman was going to attack him, he subconsciously took half a step back, and the idea of "should I be happy and sad" popped up in his mind, but the moment his steps were instinctively raised, he remembered that the other party also brought a demigod, and confirmed that he had no ability to resist in the silent mockery of the collapsed mountain peak in the afterglow.

As Gelman grabbed him by the shoulder, and all the colors in his vision suddenly became intense and layered, Alger heard a low, faded voice.

"He's always there."

No one knows how many laps Alger's mind circled around Byam in the short three teleportations.

When the forests and mountains of his memory appeared in front of him again, Alger seemed to have pondered those words for a long, long time.

He stood still and looked around for a moment before he spoke, "This is it." ”

Alger looked at Gelman, hoping that he would explain the demigod's tracks, but after waiting for a full five seconds, he found that Gelman was just silently observing his surroundings, so he had to ask directly, but his voice was unconsciously lowered.

"Where is that Excellency?"

In Crane's perception, as soon as they landed, the god of lights happily rushed into the darkness, like a poor ape throwing himself into the forest, so he didn't know where the god of lights was at the moment.

Crane thought for a moment, suddenly turned his head to stare into Alger's eyes, and replied calmly:

"He's everywhere."

Alger froze, his mouth opening silently, silently expressing irrepressible shock and disbelief in the gloomy mist and the shadows of the ghost realm.

Gelman Sparrow is crazy.

So, his demigod friend...... Does it exist or not?

But Alger, who is good at the struggle of ideas, quickly adjusts his emotions again, and decides to treat it as if he doesn't see it, and wait until there is a great being watching him at the Tarot meeting to confirm it.

He cleared his throat, introduced the experience he had learned in the words he had thought of before coming, and in the acquiescence of the other party, proposed a route to explore and a plan for the distribution of loot.

In Gelman's answers, which challenge the logic of normal thinking again and again, Alger opens the mind of the ocean singer, ignoring the other party's entanglement of politeness, and starts the two-person challenge.

The lamp god went straight in the direction of the ruins of the church, and none of the extraordinary creatures in his path dared to squeak, and he saw the spires and crumbling walls, sinking into the ruins of the church without stopping.

Passing through the burial hall with sarcophagus, ignoring the impression paintings of the three families, we continued to descend until we came to an underground prayer hall separated by classical stone pillars, but with a rather beautiful space.

This part buried deep underground has not been vandalized, only the dust that has passed through time silently covers the surface of all objects.

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The altar at the front of the prayer hall has completely lost its color, but the massive cross above it seems to be erected forever, and the dusty idol that bears it has also stood from ancient times to the present day.

The rows of wooden chairs that were supposed to exist had long since rotted, a mottled stone chair was placed on the side of the altar, and a figure in a gray and white robe stood up when the lamp god appeared.

A puzzled expression appeared on his face, and he asked softly in Gufsak, "Are you......?" What? ”

The sound echoed in the slightly empty prayer hall, splashing the dust of the years.

"It doesn't matter, Hermes, I'm here to give you a free message, and if you must ask my name, you can call me...... Red scarf. ”

The words of the lamp god are clear and the speed of speech is gentle, and every pause is pressed on the elegant syllables, with a noble and natural tone.

Hermes intuitively felt that he could not use the power of insight to peer into the holes of the other person's mind, whether it was invisible or better not, it all showed the special existence of the other party.

As an angel in the audience's way, empathy is just a matter of doing things, and Hermes no longer asks about the identity of the other party, but only responds: "What news?" ”

The lamp god smiled lightly at the right time, and said word by word: "Adam is not necessarily Adam. ”