Thursday morning, November 18th.

Hilston, in a house at 117 Birningham Road.

The three who were eating breakfast heard the sound of the doorbell being rang.

Jingle Bell!

The bells, pulled by ropes, shook constantly, sending sound throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

"Hugh!"

At the table, Furth, who was biting on bread, shouted indistinctly.

Hugh, on the same side, rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, put down the bread he had just picked up and walked to the entrance.

Before the bell shook again, Hugh twisted the handle and opened the door.

Outside the door was a tall, thin, cold-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses. He looked healthy, but his face was rather bad, and his right leg looked like it was swollen, as if he was in a cast, and he had a cane in his hand.

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?"

Hugh asked politely.

Dr. Allen followed the voice and lowered his head to find the petite lady, and asked hesitantly, "I'm looking for Furth, but I don't know if she still lives here......"

"Firth, looking for you."

Hugh opened the door and shouted at the restaurant.

"Woo woo ~ here it is!"

Furth replied slurred, as if he was trying to swallow something.

"Please come in."

Hugh politely invited.

"Thank you."

Dr. Allen thanked him softly, leaned on his crutches and went to the living room, where he sat down on the couch.

Hugh didn't bother him, because she could tell at a glance that Dr. Allen was the kind of person who loved face, and he didn't want to be treated like a disabled person.

So she just watched from the sidelines, and only when he sat down on the couch did she politely ask:

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Black tea."

Dr. Allen thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay."

Hugh nodded lightly and turned to walk towards the restaurant.

At the same time, Furth also came to the living room, and recognized the visitor's identity at a glance, a little surprised.

"Dr. Allen?"

"Furth ......"

Dr. Allen looked back, as if to say something.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Foirth noticed Dr. Allen's gaze, subconsciously reached out and wiped it, and when he saw the cream on his fingertips, he immediately blushed, turned his back and took out a hand towel to wipe it clean.

It's really rude to forget to wipe your mouth and come out to meet someone.

“……”

Dr. Allen chose to remain silent, knowing that Ember and Firth were a couple and that it was normal for them to live together. But he didn't expect that there was another girl in the Furth family, and it seemed that they had a close relationship, and they didn't even shy away from doing that kind of thing.

No sooner had his mind than Dr. Allen decided to pretend he hadn't seen it. After all, this is someone else's private life, and he has nothing to interfere with.

It's just that young people nowadays are playing so much? Early in the morning......

"Dr. Allen, is there anything you have come to me for?"

Furth, wiping the cream off the corners of his lips, sat down on the couch on the side and asked.

"That's right."

Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Do you remember Will Onsetin?" ”

Firth's expression became a little strange, and he nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"I'll tell you the truth."

Dr. Allen patted his right leg and sighed, "I've been unlucky lately since that surgery. I fell down the stairs a few days ago and suffered a serious fracture in my right leg, which had to be fixed with a cast. ”

Forthth looked a little surprised, and Dr. Allen continued, "It's not once, and it's not the only time. I made a mistake in surgery, I was in a steam train accident while traveling, and when I came home, I found a thief and went to the hospital, where I fell down the stairs and ......"

"The only thing to be thankful for is that the mistakes in those operations were not serious, and there were no fatalities. But even then, I won't be able to work for at least a month. ”

"I suspect I'm under some kind of curse,"

Dr. Allen smiled wryly and gestured, "Sure, I know you might sound ridiculous, but I can't find any other plausible explanation. I tried going to church to pray, donate, attend Mass, but to no avail. ”

"Just the day before yesterday, I spoke to a private investigator who helped me pinpoint the suspicion on Will Ensettin, because I had been unlucky since that day."

"We went to visit Will Ansettin's home yesterday morning, only to find that they had moved out of Beckland more than a month ago."

"When I came home yesterday, I thought it was over. As a result, just last night, I had a nightmare in which I dreamed of Will Onsetin. ”

Allen's expression became more and more bitter, and even his eyes revealed a hint of horror.

He had only visited Will Onsetin yesterday and had a nightmare that night. If you want to say that it doesn't matter, it's impossible to believe it when you kill him. It's no wonder that his complexion is so bad, it's really that what has happened recently is completely beyond the scope of his common sense.

"I was going to go to the detective from yesterday and ask him to help me analyze it. But also yesterday, I seem to have seen Ash visit Will Ensettin's home. So I wondered, do you guys have the same experience as me? ”

Allen's expression was extremely sincere, even with a hint of hope and pleading.

The hope is because he wants to find someone who can empathize, and the pleading is because he wants to get answers here in Firth.

Furth was silent for a long time, only to feel his brain messing around, and whispered, "I, I've had nightmares before. ”

"Nightmare? What kind of nightmare? ”

Dr. Allen suddenly became much more energetic, and hurriedly asked.

But after saying that, he felt that his words were a little impolite, and hurriedly explained, "Sorry, I'm not gloating, I'm just... Just ......"

His mouth was open, not knowing how to explain.

"I understand, Dr. Allen."

Firth comforted, and then hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and call Ash over." ”

"Ember."

"I hear you."

Ember appeared behind Forth at some point, and he stared at Dr. Allen across from him and asked,

"Dr. Alan, can you describe your dream?"

Dr. Allen struggled to recall,

"I can't remember some of the details and the process, but what impressed me the most was a pitch-black towering minaret with a silver-white serpent coiled on it, slowly wriggling, looking at me with cold, merciless red eyes."

"For some reason, I entered the minaret, and went up and down the stairs, through wall after wall, through locked doors, and at last I found the child named Will Onsedine in a dark corner, who had jumped a few steps on one leg and curled up against the wall, with the tarot cards sprinkled around him."

"When he saw that it was me, he was scared and happy and shouted 'Dr. Allen!' That's pretty much the whole dream, and then I woke up. ”

"Did Will Unsetin say anything else?"

Ember listened attentively, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"Yes!"

Dr. Allen frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly blurted out, "He said, 'Dr. Allen, there are snakes trying to eat me!'" ’”

Then the silvery-white serpent hung upside down from the ceiling, its head facing me. It has a large mouth, but it has no teeth inside, no tongue, and is blood-red. ”

Dr. Allen said, a lingering horror on his face.

It can be seen that last night's nightmare has left a deep shadow on him.

Ember looked down at Furth to the side.

Foirth nodded vaguely, a look of concern in his eyes.

She had thought that she was the only one who would have nightmares, but now it seems that Dr. Allen, who was also involved in that operation, had the same nightmares.

The only question is why she started having nightmares in early September.

And Dr. Allen had a nightmare only yesterday?

Firth frowned and thought for a while, unable to understand the point.

If Dr. Allen had a nightmare because of a visit, what about himself? I've never visited Will Onsetin!

And, bad luck or something......

Firth's expression was a little subtle, she had been staying at home all the time, but she didn't feel anything. But if you think about it carefully, it seems that there was indeed some bad luck for a while, but it was all small things, so she didn't take it to heart.

After all, compared to Dr. Allen, who broke his leg directly, these experiences are obviously not worth mentioning. However, another confusion still haunts Forth's mind, that is, what is the catalyst that makes them have nightmares?

As an extraordinary person, Foirth knows more about the extraordinary world than Dr. Allen. So she knew very well that her nightmare couldn't be for no reason, there should be some kind of catalyst.

But what kind of catalyst it was, she couldn't remember for a while......

"Dr. Allen."

Ember pondered for a moment and asked, "What's the name of that private investigator friend of yours?" ”

Dr. Allen immediately replied, "Sherlock, Sherlock Moriarty." ”

Ember looked a little surprised, and asked, "Where does he live?" ”

"15 Minsk Street."

Dr. Allen replied, and asked with some confusion, "Do you know each other?" Sherlock also told me that he might know you, but wasn't sure if it was the same person. And,"

Alan hesitated, "The Ash Black he knows seems to be a nobleman from Wintershire. ”

"That's supposed to be me."

Ember bowed slightly, and replied, "He is indeed a friend. ”

When Alan heard this, his body tensed up, and his expression became a little restrained.

Although he is the top of the middle class, he can be regarded as a small family. But it is certainly not comparable to the aristocracy, the two sides are worlds apart!

If Ember is really a nobleman, it will make him uncomfortable.

"I remember! Wait a minute! ”

Furth suddenly exclaimed, trotted upstairs back to his room, and after a while ran downstairs again, still holding an exquisitely handmade paper crane.

"It's this thing!"

"I took care of Will Onsetin for a while after the operation, and he gave me a paper crane that he said would bring me good luck. ”

Furth said, a little embarrassed.

Such an important clue, she hadn't even been able to think of it before!

But she can't be blamed for that.

It's just an ordinary paper crane, which has been used as a 'blessing' since the invention of Russell the Great. It is very common for friends and even couples to give each other a thousand paper cranes, and who would doubt that a thousand paper cranes will have problems on weekdays?

"This ......"

Dr. Allen's eyes became horrified, and he hesitated to pull out his leather wallet and take out a neatly folded paper crane from it.

And it is not difficult to see that the thousand paper cranes in his hands are almost the same as the one in Furth. There is no doubt that these two paper cranes are from the same person!

Ember asked, "This is also what Will Unsetin gave you?" ”

"Hmm."

Dr. Allen nodded, "Now that the Wils-On-Sedin family has moved out, I remembered that before he was discharged from the hospital, he gave me this thing and said, 'Doctor, this will bring you good luck.'" ’”

"I didn't care about it at the time, I threw it in a drawer in my office, and after I parted ways with Mr. Sherlock last night, I went to get it back and put it in my purse, and I had the nightmare I had just now."

Ember pondered for two seconds before slowly speaking, "Dr. Allen, I suggest you go to the detective for help. As you can see, I did visit Will Ensetin yesterday, but I don't have any clue about it, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to him until yesterday. ”

"So I'm sorry, I can't help you, because I can't even help Folth."

"No, it's okay."

Alan fell silent, shook his head, and said, "I should have known about this kind of thing, but you're right, I was going to go to Mr. Sherlock for help. ”

Dr. Allen stood up on crutches and politely said, "Sorry for interrupting your breakfast. ”

Forthth opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, and eventually just watched Dr. Allen leave.

"Ash, aren't we going to do something?"

When Dr. Allen left the house, Furth couldn't help but ask.

Ember shook his head and asked rhetorically, "Do you definitely have to do something, but are you going to tell him that you are an extraordinary?" ”

"Hmm~"

Firth was silenced by Ember's words, can this be said?

It seems that it can't be said.

Hugh asked curiously, "What about his detective friend?" Do you know each other? ”

"Sort of."

Ember bowed his head slightly, and said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, we should all know each other." ”

Although he only has fragmentary memories left, he still remembers such an iconic name as 'Sherlock Moriarty'.

If it weren't for the 'Russell Great' who copied the "Sherlock Holmes Detective Book" and released it in this world, then it could only be the '[Fool] Zhou Mingrui".

Of course, 'Sherlock Moriarty' is certainly not the 'Fool' himself, this should be the name he gave to his dependents in his own bad taste.

As for who this dependent is, Ember also has a guess in his heart-

It is likely to be the [Heavenly Venerable] Klein Moretti.

After all, he had told himself that he was a detective.

"Huh?"

Flutes and Hugh looked at each other for a moment, subconsciously glanced at each other, and then said in unison, "Mr. 'World'? ”

There are only a few people in the Tarot Society, and they account for half of them.

Mr. Fool is impossible, Mr. Hangman is at sea, and the sun is in the 'Silver City'.

The only one who is also likely to be in Beckland is Mr. 'World'.

"That's right, Ember."

After breakfast, Hugh suddenly remembered something and reminded, "There is a party of extraordinary people in Queens today, organized by Mr. A, are you going?" ”

"Mr. A?"

Ember was a little surprised, not to mention that he had really forgotten.

"Let's go check it out."

Ember thought for a moment and replied.

He used to look for Mr. A to paint the world.

Now that it has been determined that the world of painting has no value, there is no need to go.

But after all, it's an old friend, so it's not too much to visit, right?

Well, and Klein.

I haven't seen each other for a long time since I last said goodbye, maybe it's time to see each other.

In the past two months, I hope he has investigated some useful clues.

——

"Ahh

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein, who was sleeping under a quilt, suddenly sneezed, which made him a little suspicious of life.

"Am I really sick?"

He's the extraordinary of Sequence 7!

Anyway, it's also the threshold to enter the contemporary middle sequence, okay? Is it so easy to get sick?

It's not scientific!

No, it's not extraordinary at all!

If you become an extraordinary person and suffer from a cold, then this extraordinary person should not be ......

Forget it, you still have to be it.

Isn't it just a sneeze? What a big deal!

Klein decisively confessed, and by the way, he gave himself a penny-

Well, Daji, it's better to go out today.

Klein nodded in satisfaction, then turned over with a surging heart.

"Winter is perfect for staying under the covers! Unfortunately, I had to work hard to save money. ”

Crane muttered as he got out of bed, stretched out his hand to pick up the coat hanging on the hanger, and slowly put it on in the quilt.

He slept soundly last night, and even the morning church bell did not wake him up.

None of them.

It's already October, and it's winter in Beckland.

Combined with Beckland's peculiar 'foggy', the cold air really blows a little unbearable.

Klein was in a good mood, so he added a sugary boiled soft-boiled egg for breakfast, as well as a strawberry jam bought specifically for white bread.

But just as he was leisurely enjoying his food, the doorbell was suddenly ringed.

Crane was a little surprised, Ryan walked to the door, and before he could stretch out his hand, he naturally sketched out the visitor outside the door, which was Dr. Alan Krees.

"Good morning, Alan, you slept late yesterday."

Klein noticed that Allen's face was quite bad, so he quietly turned on his vision and took a look.

Alan took off his hat and smiled wryly, "Sherlock, I'm here to ask for your help. ”

……

In the afternoon, Queens, inside a nondescript house.

Hugh and Foirth sat down at random, like other extraordinary beings, and examined the entries written on the blackboard, while Mr. A, dressed in a hooded robe, sat quietly and alone on the couch at the front, looking at the crowd in a condescending manner.

The arrival of Hugh and Furth only gave Mr. A a little more look, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Take a closer look because these two had given him 10,000 gold pounds. He didn't pay attention because he knew that these two wild extraordinaries were just a front, and they definitely couldn't come up with such a huge sum of money of one to ten thousand gold pounds, and what really mattered was the people behind them.

But for Mr. A, he is not interested in finding out who is behind them.

Until Mr. A saw a somewhat familiar figure enter the hall, which made Mr. A, who found him, almost lose control of his expression, and suddenly stood up from the sofa, startling the extraordinary people around him, thinking that someone had offended this powerful extraordinary person.

But he didn't say anything, just walked towards the living room behind him with a blank face. Ember noticed Mr. A's departure and slowly followed, all the way down the hall to a living room at the back.

"You're still here, please take a seat."

Mr. A sat on the sofa in the living room, and when he saw the embers entering the living room, he suddenly chuckled, and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed to the opposite position.

Ember was a little surprised by Mr. A's attitude, but when he thought that Aurora would be some insane maniac, this scene didn't seem so abnormal.

"Have a drink?"

Mr. A leisurely poured himself a glass of red wine and asked politely. But before Ember could respond, he poured himself a glass of red wine for Ember. Then pick up your own cup and shake it gently.

"Not ready to resist?"

Ember looked at Mr. A, who had an extremely leisurely attitude, and asked with interest.

What made his attitude change so much?

"Does it work to resist?"

Mr. A asked rhetorically, took a sip of red wine from his wine glass, and said frankly, "Moreover, I think we should have no irreconcilable contradictions, and we can talk about anything first, right?" ”

"For example... Well, you seem to be looking for something, and I might be able to help you. ”

"Where is the world of painting?"

Ember didn't care about Mr. A's attitude and asked directly.

Mr. A shook his glass lightly and said leisurely, "If you mean the entrance to Noah's Ark, it's ruined." And if you're referring to the location of Noah's Ark, I don't know, it's something that only a few Sages are qualified to know. ”

"Noah's Ark?"

Ember repeated the word in a low voice, somewhat surprised.

The Painting World was originally a refuge created by the Protoss for themselves, in order to ensure that the Protoss could still enter the 'Painting World' and continue their rule in the 'Deep Sea Age' after the initial fire was extinguished.

And even later, due to the gradual corruption of the painting world, the Protoss abandoned this refuge. But with the continuation of the eldest lady, a new world of painting has been drawn. According to Patch, the 'Painting World' successfully carries its survivors into this world, just like the 'Noah's Ark' that survived the Flood of Destruction.

Therefore, theoretically, the world of painting can indeed be regarded as a 'Noah's Ark'. But Ember is more curious about why the word came out of Mr. A's mouth?

There are at least six of the known painting worlds –

The Church of the Night, the Church of Mother Earth God, the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the Church of God of Steam and Machines, the Aurora Society, and the Elements of Dawn each have their own painting world.

Theoretically.

Of these six painting worlds, one should be the original painting world!

It was drawn by hunting the Dwarven King, devouring all the 'Dark Souls' in the world, and turning his own blood into the 'Blood of the Dark Soul' impregnated with the 'Dark Souls'.

The painting world drawn by the blood of the dark soul is theoretically specially made that will never be corrupted, which is why it can carry the 'survivors' into this world.

Except for the 'original painting world', the remaining five painting worlds were created in this world. The 'paint' needed to create these paintings was the huge figure with the glorious cross in the huge picture that Ember had seen on that primeval island.

His blood was painted into a world of paintings, five in all.

Ember had seen the 'picture' of the primordial island, and had confronted the 'descent' of the real Creator. So he could easily recognize that the true Creator was one of the people who ate the corpses—

If you look at it on the surface, you will be mistaken for thinking that these four 'corpse eaters' who share corpses each occupy a painting world. For example, as one of the four corpse eaters, the real creator has a painted world. However, although there are only four 'protagonists' in the picture, there are still vague figures hidden in the shadows.

Although they did not eat the corpses, that doesn't mean they won't take over the world of painting. And the reason why they snatched the painting world, Ember also had a guess -

The world is about to come to an end, an end that even the gods will not be able to protect themselves.

We don't know exactly why or date, but it won't be too long. Therefore, even the gods need to use the refuge of the 'Painting World' to protect themselves in the coming apocalypse.

But Ember had entered the world of painting owned by the 'True Creator' and witnessed the corruption in it. For the same reason, the other four painting worlds are probably also corrupted to varying degrees.

This also means that these painting worlds are destined to fail to become the true 'Noah's Ark'.

By the same token, apart from the original painting world, the other painting worlds have no meaning to Ember. Therefore, he would not have forced him to enter the 'Noah's Ark' of the true Creator again.

Aside from the world of painting, there is only one thing he cares about!

Ember slowly raised his head and asked, "Do you know the Black Emperor?" ”

"Know a little."

Mr. A seemed to have expected this, and said without hesitation, "We, the Aurora Society, have been cooperating with the Rune royal family and the Witch Sect, and the ultimate goal of this cooperation is the 'Black Emperor'. ”

"However, both of them have reservations about the Aurora Society, and it is clear that they don't trust us. As a result, the Aurora Society has limited access to information, and we have only been responsible for plundering populations from East Bailang, and the transfer of these populations has been carried out by the Witch Sect. ”

"It's normal."

Ember nodded silently, not surprised.

In other words, he wouldn't be willing to trust a group of crazy people, and it would be helpless to bring them. After all, the large-scale slave trade will inevitably lead to the vigilance of the major powers, and only through the 'painting world' can we achieve ignorance.

But even if they choose to cooperate with the Aurora Society, the royal family still has reservations.

It was learned from Chunas that the final destination of the slaves was 'Ruins No. 1', but they did not set the 'exit of the painting world' at Ruins No. 1. This is obviously to prevent the madmen of the Aurora Society from secretly sabotaging.

However, this also left some traces of actions that could have been done without being aware of ghosts. Although the Rune royal family is well disguised, as long as they follow the vine, they will be able to find out the problem sooner or later.

"What is the Black Emperor?"

Ember asked again.

"I don't know."

Mr. A spread his hands, and there was a hint of helplessness on his handsome face, "The information I know is very limited, after all, the Aurora Society has only been active on the periphery of this plan all along, and it has no access to the core content at all." But ......"

Mr. A paused, and said in a serious voice, "I suspect that they are creating gods, and the Black Emperor may be the apex of a certain path. And this way, either the arbitrator or the lawyer! ”

Ember gave Mr. A a deep look.

The information provided by Mr. A overlapped with the information he had obtained, but it also confirmed the accuracy of his information. Although Mr. A is a madman, at least for now, he still has some value to offer.

Ember asked, "What else do you know?" ”

"The Kingdom of Rune is digging up the ruins."

Mr. A thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know where these ruins are, and the Kingdom of Rune must have made anti-divination and anti-prophecy arrangements for the location of these ruins. But my guess is that these relics are supposed to be left over from the Quaternary period, and are likely related to the 'Black Emperor'. And,"

"While it's uncertain exactly where these sites are, there are certainly more than one. And I'm sure one of the ruins is just outside of Beckland! ”

Ember's expression moved slightly, and he immediately matched the ruins that Mr. A had guessed with the 'No. 1 ruins' in Chunas's mouth. Although there is no evidence, the probability is very high.

"Can you find the location of the ruins?"

Faced with Ember's inquiry, Mr. A said helplessly, "This is difficult, because these ruins are guarded by at least demigods and even angels, and it is not so easy to investigate their location." I can try, though. ”

Mr. A lowered his head and looked at the swaying rose-colored liquor in the wine glass, his eyes sparkling.

The Dark Sage had told him to respond to Ember's inquiries, and he did. As for the impact of Ember learning this information on the Rune royal family and the Witch Sect, what will happen to Aurora?

The Lord doesn't care!

Ember tapped his fingers lightly on the table and asked thoughtfully, "What do you need?" ”

"Money."

Mr. A perked up and immediately said, "A lot of money!" The more the merrier! ”

"Ten thousand gold pounds."

Ember brushed his palm across the table, and a stack of gold pounds quietly appeared on the table, and he slowly spoke, "This is an advance, I need you to provide me with more and more detailed information." Of course, the most important thing is the location of Ruins No. 1. ”

"No problem."

Mr. A agreed, "But you also know that this is very difficult, so it may take a long time. And,"

Mr. A paused, then continued, "The intelligence network I ran before has been destroyed by you, and I must rebuild the intelligence network before I can be qualified to find information for you." However, as long as there are enough gold pounds, it won't take much time. ”

"Huh?"

Ember frowned, "Didn't I just kill a few people?" ”

"Indeed."

Mr. A looked at Ember with an extremely strange expression, "But the intelligence network is in the hands of these 'few people', and after their deaths, most of the members of the Aurora Society have been exposed one after another and have been eliminated by the major churches. As for the rest of the parts, due to the fragmentation of the intelligence network, I can't contact them for the time being. ”

Finally, Mr. A added, "But don't worry, the cooperation with the royal family continues. Even without the painting world, they still need the help of the Aurora Society, and even give me access to more core information because of this. ”

Ember glanced at him, noncommittal.

The royal family may not need the assistance of the Aurora Society, but it is more likely that they are afraid that they will be retaliated by the Aurora Society after kicking it away. In order to avoid affecting their plans, the royal family can only pinch their noses and let the Aurora Society continue to participate.

Ember felt that he had to learn the lessons of the royal family, and that it was okay to cooperate with the madman. But at the end of the cooperation, in order not to suffer subsequent retaliation from the madman, it is best to solve these troubles once and for all.

Anyway, the Aurora Society is also a cult organization, and as a night watchman of the Night Church, it would be reasonable to clear the Aurora, right? ——

Beckland North End, St. Samuel's Church.

In the Great Confessional Hall inside the church, a lady sits in a seat in the front row. She wore a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair hanging down, no shoes and socks, and bare feet.

She looked at the starry emblem of the red moon, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes in the serenity of the environment.

"Her Highness Arianna."

Anthony, dressed in a black and red robe, came to the lady and said softly, "Do you have any orders for coming this time?" ”

"Watch out for the moon."

Arianna didn't look up, didn't open her eyes, just whispered.

"This ......"

Anthony was shocked and looked uncertain.

Watch out for the moon? Why? You must know that one of the goddess's honorific names is 'Crimson Moon'! Is Her Highness Arianna referring to the 'Primordial Moon'? So why not just say 'primordial moon' and call it 'moon' instead?

Arianna seemed to be completely oblivious to Anthony's expression, and continued, "Bernadette may have been tainted by the 'moon', so don't let her come into contact with Your Excellency. ”

"But don't touch her, don't take the initiative to be her enemy."

"I don't understand."

Anthony was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "I don't understand what exactly you want to do?" Moreover, it has been a long time since the Goddess has sent an oracle to me! ”

Arianna opened her eyes, raised her dark eyes to look at Anthony, and said slowly,

"The Goddess is currently at a critical time, and She can't devote much energy to it. Assist your dependents, this is the only thing you need to do. ”

"Then why don't you just direct Your Excellency to the Church of Tranquility?"

Anthony asked rhetorically.

“……”

Arianna fell silent and said slowly, "Do you know Snow White? ”

Anthony didn't expect Arianna to suddenly change the subject, and was stunned for a moment before nodding hesitantly.

"You know, it's a fairy tale created by Russell the Great."

"What does it say?"

Arianna then asked.

“……”

Anthony was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "A long, long time ago, the queen of a country gave birth to a girl in winter, her skin was pure white as snow, her lips were red as blood, and her hair was black and soft, so she was named Snow White. ”

"The queen died shortly after giving birth to the princess, and the king married another beautiful, proud, vicious and evil woman to be the queen. And the stepmother, the queen, jealous of Snow White's beauty, ordered a hunter to take Snow White to the forest and kill her. ”

"In order to confirm that Snow White is dead, the queen asks the hunter to return with Snow White's lungs and liver as proof after the person is completed."

But the hunter was so impressed by Snow White's kindness and innocence that he finally let her go, and asked a cook for the heart and liver of a wild boar and gave it to the queen.

After escaping, Snow White met seven dwarfs and with their help settled in the forest. But the queen found out the truth that she was not dead, so she disguised herself as a peasant woman and tricked Snow White into eating a poisoned apple. ”

When Snow White bit down on the apple, she immediately fainted. When the Seven Dwarves found her, they could only mourn and place her in a crystal coffin. ”

"Time passed, and the prince of another country passed by this forest and found Snow White lying in a crystal coffin. The prince was attracted to Snow White's beauty and fell in love with her......"

"In the end, Snow White, who ate the poisoned apple, was saved by the prince, and in the end the prince and the princess lived happily ever after, and the queen received the punishment she deserved."

Anthony finished speaking, and turned his gaze to Arianna, as if to ask her how she felt after hearing the story.

"This story is based on Russell's fairy tale, but Russell the Great is said to have another different version of the story with a very different Snow White, have you heard of this story?"

Arianna didn't comment, but asked rhetorically.

Anthony was silent, just nodding slightly.

He had also seen another version of the fairy tale, but it was clear that it was not suitable for children.

Arianna looked at Antony, the archbishop had fallen completely silent, but she only said softly:

"It's amazing that the same group of people have two completely different versions of the story, isn't it?"

"If Your Excellency wishes to go to the Chapel of Tranquility and explore the world of that painting, nothing will stop him. If that were the case, the situation would be very different than it is now. ”

"But His Excellency never seemed to have considered going to the Chapel of Tranquility, even though it was the easiest way for him to get in touch with the 'world of painting.'"

And this is another version of the story, and another choice of will. Even the Goddess, now He can't do anything about it. That's why the Goddess needs us to buy Him a little more time, can you understand? ”

“……”

Anthony was still silent, he already understood why Arianna would give such an obscure example-

Whoever speaks, will be known.

That is the realm of the gods, and the affairs of Your Excellency involve the game at the level of the gods.

The Goddess has not personally cast her gaze on Her Excellency, not because she does not pay attention to it, but because She attaches great importance to it! That's why we can't arouse the alarm of another 'will'.

Anthony took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I'll do what I have to do." ”

……

It's night.

Klein sneaked into Dr. Allen's house and exchanged Dr. Allen's genuine Dream Edition of Paper Crane with the defective Thousand Paper Cranes he made. After doing all this, Crane returned home and headed for the first place above the Grey Mist.

Sitting in the silent and uninhabited palace, he picked up the thousand paper cranes and examined them carefully for a few seconds, but found nothing unusual. Then, Crane took out a pen and paper and wrote down the same divination statement as before:

"Will Onsetin's current position."

He had actually done a divination once, but it turned out that Will Onsetin's position coincided with that of Dr. Allen. But this time, he switched to the "dream divination method", and was pleasantly surprised to see a picture presented in the gray and fragmented world:

It was a dark room, with a tiger's head and dark eyes, and Wilon Sedin leaned on the desk in front of the window with the help of a chair, looking out at the scenery.

He grabbed a stack of tarot cards in each hand, and there was a pile of blocks next to him. The bricks form a circular snake that is connected end to end.

The scene outside the window was equally dark, except for the faint sound of running water.

The dream ended silently here, and Crane opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers, and said to himself silently:

"Is the Ouroboros really a mercury snake? The Mercury Serpent of Destiny ......"

Mercury Serpent, Sequence 1 of the Monster Path. If he's not mistaken, that Will Onsetin is likely to be a Sequence 1 angel. It's just that for some reason, he got entangled with Dr. Allen, an ordinary person.

And it's probably something to do with Ember, after all, he saw Ember visit Will Onsetin yesterday, but he doesn't know exactly what the connection between the two is.

The ghost sent the gods, Crane played with the thousand paper cranes, and suddenly had a strong urge.

"Would you like to take it back to the real world?"

Crane hesitated for two seconds, thinking that this might be dangerous, after all, it was the Angel of Sequence 1. But he wanted to know what was going on, after all, if it was just Dr. Allen, he might not have taken the risk, but Ember was also involved, which made him a little excited.

So, he made a decisive decision -

Divination first.

If you don't make a decision, make a divination first, there is a presence above the gray mist, even the angels of Sequence 1 can't interfere with his divination. Give up if the divination fails or if the result shows danger, and try it if it's not dangerous!

"There would be danger in bringing a thousand paper cranes back to the real world."

Crane held the pendulum in his hand, closed his eyes and recited it seven times before he opened his eyes and looked at the citrine pendant. I saw that the citrine pendant was rotating counterclockwise, and the amplitude and speed were quite normal.

In other words, there will be no danger in bringing a thousand paper cranes back to the real world.

After a little thought, Crane made a choice and returned to the real world with a thousand paper cranes.

He put the paper crane in the cabinet at the head of the bed, took a leisurely bath and got into the bed.

It's just that after I don't know how long, Klein suddenly realized, soberly and rationally that he was dreaming, dreaming of fiddling with paper cranes in the living room.

This, this familiar feeling...... He habitually bewildered, tilting his head to the door.

The door creaked open, and a somewhat familiar figure walked in.

He looked to be in his thirties, wearing a black trench coat with red gloves, a slightly high hairline and dark gray eyes.

Klein recognized him, and he recognized him, and both looked stunned at the same time.

"Klein?!"

Dunn Smith looked at Klein in shock with a look of disbelief.

Crane's expression froze, he had never thought that he would meet in such an awkward way as he was now.

PS: And the big guy py's boutique masterpiece, it's worth a look!

(End of chapter)