"Boom ——!!!"

A loud explosion shattered the lazy atmosphere of the early morning, and then the flames swept through the Stiano family's mansion, bedrooms, dining room, garden, workshop...... All places were swallowed into the belly by flames, and those that could be burned were turned into ashes, and those that could not were charred and blackened.

The cold but peaceful Steano Mansion suddenly became like hell, and the slightest wind turned this "hell" to expand - a few sparks drifted on the surrounding houses and shops, and the houses and shops also burned, screaming and wailing, and people's expectations for the New Year were quickly replaced by fear.

"Suffered! The head of the house is still inside, go and pump the water!"

"No, this fire can't be extinguished by water!"

"Then what are you doing in a daze, run, run to a place where the fire can't burn!"

"No, front! There are also ...... ahead."

The desperate people shuddered and shed tears, and closed their eyes in despair, and at this moment, all kinds of doors opened like miracles, and the strong suction force made them involuntarily enter the door, and when they came to their senses, they found themselves on a small deserted hill, and the air was no longer filled with the smell of smoke, but with the smell of grass and trees.

"Get up, and don't sit on the ground."

In the crowd of people who had not yet reacted because fate had turned so quickly, a gorgeously dressed teenager turned his head blankly, looked at the source of the sound, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows fell sharply, and then pounced on him with a snort.

"Woo whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you're here, I'm really scared! There was fire all around, and I couldn't even open the door......

"Pay attention!"

Bethel Abraham's eyebrows twitched as if he were electrocuted, and he scolded, "As Abraham's son, what kind of body is it to cry and cry...... Don't rub your snot on my clothes...... Forget it."

Like every parent who hates iron but can only make do with his own children, Bethel Abraham sighed tiredly, and looked beyond the dark hair of an unknown number of generations to the town that was in fire at the foot of the mountain.

Augustus and Castile used injunctions to limit the spread of the fire, while Zoroaster separated the flames from their attachments by stealing and threw them into one door after another, allowing them to go to some unknown corner of the starry sky.

Duke Abraham thought evilly: I hope these sun flames will burn some outer god, especially the one on the moon.

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"Are you wandering?"

"Take a nap."

"Actually, you can take a little longer."

Thoth slowly added the second half of the sentence: "By the way, I got a revelation."

"Okay." The white crow shook its wings and made a gesture similar to shrugging, "What kind of revelation?"

"The destined enemy will give up everything to win back what he desires."

"Sounds awkward."

"Anyway, it's a bit of a 'death and resurrection.'"

"But you don't see any hurry." "The Great Snake once mentioned to me a law that I summarized as 'The Conservation of Luck Theorem,' In layman's terms, it means that people can't have a smooth ride all their lives, and all good things can be accounted for - even the 'lucky, famous for his physique' of mercury snakes are not exempt from vulgarity, and the reason why the big snake looks like he has a smoother life is only because he never does high-risk things in the 'trough' of luck." ….

"So you're going to let the root of the curse be planted?"

"Fate told me it had happened, and it wouldn't help me even if I ran all the way back."

"Did you really just take a nap?"

Despite the oath made in front of the Creator's token, Silver City was still cautious about Thoth's unknown and powerful existence, and every question asked to Thoth was the result of a solemn discussion by a six-member council.

Thoth could feel it, though desperate to get out of this gloom

But as the interlocutor and leader, several elders still suppressed their excitement, and the purpose of the questions they asked at this stage was to find out the truth of their own "outsiders", and only after they were sure that they were credible would they ask the key to getting rid of their suffering.

For example, in the first round, the six-member council asks the question, "Who do you believe in?"

Thoth replied, "I believe in myself."

Seeing that the face of the six-member council changed slightly, Thoth thought helplessly: Well, I'm afraid that only Bethel in the world will applaud my answer.

When it was His turn, He asked the Silver City what paths the Extraordinary were currently on.

In the second round, the six-member council asked, "How long have you lived?"

After a moment's thought, Thoth replied, "I can't remember the exact number, but I came to your city at the beginning of the Third Age, when it was called the Land of Silver."

This rounding is the equivalent of admitting that one is a mythical creature. The face of the six-member council changed again, and one of the elders hurried to record the contents of the conversation after a brief pause, and even if their generation could not be redeemed, these words would be a valuable clue for future generations. In exchange, Thoth asked how long Silver City had been in the dark.

Round 3.

"Which path do you belong to?"

"Voyeur."

After a pause, Thothro asked, "What is the potion recipe for the Warrior, or Giant Path Sequence 9?"

Even if he told himself which way, Thoth didn't think they could find anything out of the remnants of the tome, for he had only been to the Silver Land a few times at the beginning of the Third Age. In order to avoid the embarrassing situation of competing with the Creator for the anchor point, he went to the Northern Continent to preach—that is, He was not well-known in the Eastern Continent, and people at that time knew him far less than the angels under the Creator's seat.

"What's the outside world like?"

Thoth found it troublesome, so he simply asked for a large piece of leather and a charcoal strip, intending to draw a map of the world, which had been blessed by the Creator to look down on the earth beyond the barrier before the Creator had been robbed of power by the Three Angels of Wind, and compared the continents of the present with those of the old days.

And now, He was chatting with Amun as he wrote the names of important places.

After naming the last mountain range in the Northern Continent, he lowered the charcoal strips, the charcoal powder leaving a black stain on his hands, but in the blink of an eye, his muws and knuckles were as clean as ever.

"Thank you."

Thoth tried to seem as casual as possible, but when he thought of the words in his diary that were full of hints, nay, almost explicit, his voice involuntarily became smaller, revealing a taste of emptiness. ….

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Although the bird's face couldn't make too complicated expressions, Thoth heard a sense of grievance in his voice, and his heart and liver couldn't help but tremble. Before he could make up his words, the little crow wilted and hung his head, saying, "If you think it's annoying, I'm not going to do anything superfluous."

"How so!" Thoth quickly denied it, "I'm real...... Ahem, thank you for your thoughtfulness, and definitely don't hate you, huh."

"Really?"

"I promise."

Although embarrassed, in order to appear sincere, Thoth forced himself to look directly into Amon's eyes, and then happened to catch the flash of ...... in Amon's eyes Smile.

"You did it on purpose?"

"Uh-huh."

Thoth slowly exhaled a cloudy breath, and then his expression changed from warm as spring breeze to as cold as ice.

"It's okay to stay on my shoulders in the future, disrupt the balance of my body, and your wings are not ornaments."

Amon argued, "But birds are very light! I can cheat myself on my weight!"

"I don't care, stay away from me." Thoth still grimaced, "I don't enjoy being teased."

"Okay, okay, it's not right to tease you, let's see something funny."

It's like a trick, Amon

A necklace appeared in the beak, and at the end of the hemp rope was a disc with half missing, like a bone polished, with a rough flavor, and the more Thot looked at it, the more familiar it became.

"I don't ...... Wait, what are you doing stealing someone's chief necklace?"

"I didn't steal it this time." Amon said meaningfully, "It was picked up from the ground."

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"So what? Those craftsmen are playing with fire***, what's the matter with your eyes wide open?"

This was the only thing Medici had felt after listening to Trensost's account of the misfortunes that had befallen the Stiano family, and Trensost was not annoyed by his contemptuous attitude, but only asked his assistant to present the physical evidence.

A delicate white deer emblem lay on a tray, and Trenthorst carefully turned it over with tweezers, with a peeping eye engraved on the back.

"This emblem was found in the ruins, and in order to confirm its authenticity, I went to the Duke of Zarathu and the Duke of Abraham, and they both recognized the breath of the hidden sage." Trensost said with a solemn expression, "I don't think it's easy to fake the aura of an angel king."

The Medici sensed his brief pause in his choice of words, and asked keenly, "Was this found in some horn, or on a corpse?"

"You're on point." Trenthorst sighed, "When we cleaned the site, we didn't find horrific charred corpses, just piles of ash and extraordinary properties."

"You mean ......?"

"Ordinary fire can't burn so thoroughly." Trensost muttered, "Duke Zoroasd has stripped the source of this catastrophe from the fire—it is an incomparably pure, extremely hot solar fire, but it is not something that can be contained in a glass case. Duke Abraham has created an enclosed space specifically for this purpose, and now I am afraid it has been sent to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Osecus." Medici sneered, "Nerd, you don't mean to say that Big-Eye colluded with that betrayer in order to wipe out the neighboring paths, do you?"

"From a personal point of view, I don't think Your Excellency the Sage would do such a crazy thing, but as the judge of this case, I have to go through the process." "So it is necessary for me to confirm with Your Excellency the Sage the origin of this emblem."

"Well, I'll let him know."

Medici waved his hand, signaling that he understood.

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Hawkes Fry arrived at the fortress where the seals were stored, and the crisis was resolved by unexpected circumstances, and some of the evil spirits that had been destroyed turned into spiritual materials and some into seals, greatly expanding the tactical reserves of Silver City.

The most powerful of them all was a rusty gauntlet that revealed a cold malice even when chained to the wall, just like its owner, the Ghost Rider at the helm.

Looking at the gauntlet, Hawkes' eyes showed a bit of sadness.

He knew that it had been a large, ruddy-skinned, thick-jointed hand.

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