Monday, October 29.

After nearly five days of sailing, the rest of their steam liner finally arrived in Connath at 10 a.m.

It is a seaside city located in Desey Bay, bordering South Wales and home to the capital and largest port of Didey.

After arriving at the port, Dorian hardly hesitated, and led the two of them directly to a villa on the outskirts of Connet City. The housekeeper and maid of the villa seemed to have received the news and lined up at the door early to greet them.

"That's worth at least ten thousand gold pounds!"

While looking at the decoration of the villa to estimate its value, Furth asked curiously:

"Mr. Dorian, is this also your villa?"

"No, it's not."

Dorian looked at the somewhat puzzled Furth and explained with a smile, "This is not mine, but the family's inheritance, which is managed by the family members who have settled here."

After a pause, Dorian continued, "Some of them are still on their way, and they may not arrive until late in the evening. So before that, you can take a good rest. As for me, I'm going to visit an old friend who has settled here."

"Evening? No problem."

Yu Duan bowed slightly, the time of the tarot meeting was three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no conflict in time.

Dorian breathed a sigh of relief, and after telling the maids to serve the rest of their masters, he boarded the carriage and drove in the direction of the city.

Along the way, he never gave up contacting the scattered family members through messengers. In an almost harassing way, he wrote to those members almost incessantly. Although this annoyed the other family members, many people finally agreed to come to Connet City under his soft and hard bubbles.

And Dorian wasn't lying, there were people still on the way, and they wouldn't arrive until the evening. But more people had already arrived in Connaut City, but they were still vigilant and suspicious, and did not rush to meet in the first place.

And Dorian is going to go there himself this time to dispel their doubts.

"Miss Wall, Mr. Blake."

After Dorian left, Emma, a housekeeper with blonde hair and a look of about thirty years old, asked respectfully, "Do you need something to drink?"

Furth glanced at Yu Yu, who didn't think much about speaking, and asked politely:

"Hmm~, can you arrange a room for us? We want to take a break."

"Absolutely."

Emma nodded respectfully and led the two up the stairs to a living room on the second floor of the villa.

"Smack!"

Fore politely declined Emma's request at any time if necessary, and closed the door to the room.

"The rest."

Foirth asked in a low voice, "Do you believe Mr. Dorian?"

Yu Duan replied very calmly:

"Half, half, I'm skeptical of anything. However, the curse that Abraham's family was carrying was real, and so was their determination to be able to lift it. Either way, they shouldn't have malicious intent."

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Shou, didn't say anything more, just sat on the sofa next to him and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

A short time later, Emma, the butler, knocked on the door again and politely asked if they needed a meal.

Foirth didn't refuse, that would have seemed too impersonal. And she does want to try the local specialties. After a hearty meal, Furth rejects Emma's offer for afternoon tea and tells her not to disturb her upstairs no matter what happens.

Eventually, Foirth returned to the room under the slightly ambiguous eyes of the housekeeper and never came out again.

At three o'clock, the sound of the wall clock was still echoing, and in the crimson illusory light, figures appeared one after another in the majestic palace, on the side of the ancient long table.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

'Justice,' the young lady smiled, and got up and saluted to the top of the line. After receiving a gentle bow, she greeted the other members of the Tarot Society, and keenly noticed that "Sun" seemed a little uneasy.

"'Sun, sir, what are you worried about?'

Audrey asked.

Derick did not hide it, and immediately told the whole story of his 'pretending to be sick, succeeding, and being sent to the bottom of the round tower for isolation and treatment. At the same time, he also expressed his concern about whether Tarot would be discovered by magical items, and was relieved only after receiving an affirmative answer from 'Fool, Sir.'

But at the end, he suddenly remembered what the former exploration team leader said, and blurted out:

"Have you ever heard of Amun?"

As a 'knowledgeable, 'representative' of the Tarot Society, Alger took on the responsibility of explaining history. After a lengthy introduction to the 'Amun family,' Tarot will get down to business.

Subsequently, 'Justice, Miss,' Judgment, Miss, and Mr. Hanged Man submitted their diaries one after another, totaling twelve pages. It is the most in the history of tarot meetings.

This made 'Fool, Sir, quite satisfied, and in the tacit silence of the crowd, began to read the diaries.

Excluding the repetitive journals with familiar beginnings and plots about Caobi, 'Sir Fool, has finally found four pages of valuable journals. Part of it is the Emperor's early diary, which records the history of the second generation thinking that he was the chosen one when he was not yet an extraordinary.

At the same time, 'Fool, Sir also knows his true name—

"Huang Tao."

Crane whispered the name in his heart, his brow furrowed slightly.

Because he realized from Russell's diary that his 'crossing' with Russell was less than a year apart. But the time dimension of the appearance of this world spanned nearly two hundred years, which made him faintly uneasy. ….

But soon he put these emotions on hold for the time being, because there were more diaries waiting for him to read:

"On September 5th, I was not able to enter the world of painting in the Church of Knowledge, even though my invention of the steam engine had already led the tide of the times and brought about a subversive change in the world. But those old-fashioned old men have always refused me to enter it, am I not wise enough?"

"Anyway, I've written down this hatred! Sooner or later, I'm going to snatch this painting back and hang it on my bedside!"

「……」

The corners of Crane's eyes twitched slightly, so that's why you're eyeing the Storm Church and the Sun Cult later?

Holding back the desire to complain in his heart, Crane continued to look down.

"Fortunately, Lu Xun once said that when fate closes a window for you, you can go straight to the door!"

"The Church of Knowledge in Lenburg is extremely xenophobic, so I put the Iron Sun in the Intis Empire...... Phew, it's the Sun Church that is the second preferred target. Even though I'm a member of the Steam Church, we both preach in the Republic of Intis, and we have a good relationship."

"With little effort, I managed to convince the Church of the Sun to let me enter their world of painting."

"On June 25th, I have been approved, and tomorrow I will officially enter the painting world of the Church of the Burning Sun. I'm looking forward to it, inside

What could it be?"

Crane's expression twitched, and he became more and more curious about what was next. Moving his eyes down, a sentence of national quintessence came into view.

"Grass!"

The big cursive characters occupy two lines, which is enough to see what the emperor's mood is...... Well, grief and indignation?

"They said they would let me in, but they really just let me in! I just followed the guide of the Burning Sun Church to go in and go around, and I wasn't even allowed to walk around at will. If it weren't for the demigod who led the team, I would have wanted to sneak away!"

"But even so, I'm sure of two things. One is within the Church of the Sun, where a part of the clergy refers to the world of painting as the 'Ark,'. That's not enough, because that's what the world of painting is meant to do."

"The second thing is that the inside of the painting world is not what I imagined. After all, the two painting worlds in the game are all like ice and snow, but this one of the Sun Church is more like a paradise. Even though I have left the world of painting, I still see the realm of vitality and competition for all things."

"If I hadn't known that there was another place in the kingdom of the Eternal Sun, I'm afraid I would have suspected that this was the kingdom of the Eternal Sun."

"But unfortunately, because I can't move around freely, I didn't see either the half-dragon sister or the eldest lady. It seems that there is nothing else in this world that has anything to do with Dark Souls other than the Sun Knight, and Patch, and the world of paintings."

"Of course, even if that's all there is, it proves that there is a certain connection between this world and the dark souls. But from what I know now, I seriously suspect that this is the Deep Sea Age! Even if it's not, it's definitely inseparable from the deep-sea era!"

"Deep Sea Age?"

Crane's eyes moved slightly, since the last time he read Russell the Great's diary, he actually had this guess. It's just that for now, neither he nor Russell have found enough evidence. ….

With a slight rattle, Crane placed the last page on top:

"On the 2nd of July, I went to the meeting of that ancient organization again."

"Here, at last, I got the answer to a question I've been baffling for a long time—"

Crane's heart was instantly moved by the contents of the diary, and then he looked down:

"Don't go back! This is not home!"

「？？？」

Crane was suddenly full of question marks, what is it?

"Well, a joke. Traveler junior, you weren't scared when you saw this, were you?"

Crane suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, the emperor, you write a diary, you write a diary, why do you have to do these unserious things in the diary! But if you think about the contents of the Emperor's previous diaries, it seems that he is indeed not a serious person. After all, a serious person writes a diary!

Crane gathered his mind and continued to look down:

"All in all, I got an answer in that organization."

"The people I met, whether they were Patches, the Sun Knights of the Church of Knowledge, or the world of painting, everything was an outsider!"

"Or to be precise, the world of painting is native, but the people who paint the world of painting are 'foreign,'" he said.

"They came from the starry sky, took the last refuge, and were pulled into this world by some force in ancient times. And that ancient era was the Age of Chaos! Strangely, though, according to that organization, the 'Vault, or 'Primordial World,' was drawn in the First Age and arrived at the end of the Second Age."

"The First Age?!"

Crane's expression changed slightly, he didn't know what the First Age was.

According to the division of epochs from unknown sources, they are now in the year 1349 of the Fifth Age.

And the first era that people can access in history books can be summed up in one sentence, that is, the creation myth -

The Creator awoke from the chaos, broke the darkness, and created the first rays of light. She was completely integrated into the universe, incarnated into all things, and her body became the earth and the stars. One of her eyes became the sun,

One turned into a red moon. Part of her blood rushes for the sea and rivers, nourishing and nurturing life!

Her lungs evolved into elves; Her heart evolved into a giant; Her liver evolved into a tree man; Her head evolved into a dragon; Her kidneys evolved into a feathered serpent; Her hair evolved into an immortal bird; Her ears evolved into demon wolves; Her mouth and teeth evolved into xenomorphs; Her remaining bodily fluids evolved into sea monsters, the essence of which was the Naga;

Her stomach, her small intestines, and the evil parts of her body evolved into demons, evil spirits, and all sorts of unknown evil beings, and her spirit became the eternal sun, the lord of the storm, the god of knowledge and wisdom, and from her wisdom gave birth to humanity.

This is the First Age, the Age of Chaos.

According to the information that Crane came into contact with, the next few epochs can also be summarized as:

In the Second Age, the Age of Darkness, the first Blasphemous Slab appeared.

In the Third Age, the Age of Cataclysm, the Goddess of the Night awakened at the end of the Second Age, and together with the gods of the Lord of the Storm and the Eternal Sun, she blessed and helped humanity survive the Cataclysm. ….

The Fourth Age, the Age of the Gods, is said to have been the Age of the Gods, in which the gods of steam and machinery, formerly known as the God of Craftsmen, were born.

And now it's the Fifth Age, the Age of Black Iron.

Combined, these epochs have been at least thousands, even tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of years. And the so-called "creation myth" of the First Age is actually what happened countless years ago.

And now, according to Russell the Great, Pache they all come from the stars. Riding in the last shelter, it should refer to the picture world with immortal qualities drawn with the blood of black souls at the end of Soul 3 -

Let's call it 'the primordial world,' according to Russell the Great.

According to the diary, 'The primordial world, which was supposed to drift aimlessly in the universe, but in the end, under the traction of some force, descended, or fell into this world?

So who led the 'world of painting' to this world? Could it be the legendary Creator? If it is the Creator's doing, then what is His purpose?

Moreover, if the 'primordial world' was drawn in the first period, and only came to the end of the second period, the time span in between is a bit too long, right? Maybe something happened in the middle, after all, it can't be because of network latency, right?

"Mr. Fool is reading longer than ever."

'Justice,' Audrey thought silently to herself as she looked at the 'Fool, sir.'

She didn't have any doubts, after all, there were twelve pages of diaries in total this time, and it was normal to read them for a longer time.

After a long time, Crane finally came to his senses, leaned back in his chair to try to make himself appear relaxed, and said with a smile:

"Trade on your own."

"'Lovers, sir.'"

'Hanged man,' Alger was the first to speak, "I've recently managed to sell some of the corpses of those transcendent creatures we harvested on the Primordial Island, and the total amount received is fifteen thousand gold lists."

After a pause, the hanged man continued, "The most sold of them is the corpse of the mirror dragon, and one person bought the whole corpse and asked me about the whereabouts of the mirror dragon's eyes, and said that he could add money."

"I suspect he belongs to an organization, and that this organization probably has the recipe for potions with audience access. And the name of this organization, I think, 'Justice, Miss, you should be familiar with it.'"

"Psychological Alchemy?"

Audrey asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

The hanged man, Alger bowed slightly, "He gave me a feeling very similar to the member of the Psychological Alchemy Society I once met, I can't be wrong."

"Do you mean the one who sank into the Sea of Sunia with your own hands?"

Audrey was a little speechless and complained in her heart.

Alger naturally didn't know what she was thinking, and turned his head to look at Yu Dudao, "According to the agreement, I will take one percent as the 'commission', and' the intermediary fee, and the remaining thirteen thousand."

Five hundred gold pounds will be passed on to you through Mr. Fool."

"Yes."

Yu Duan bowed slightly.

"I'm still asking for that."

The world, followed suit, said gloomily and hoarsely, "The brain of the Hunter of a Thousand Faces is mutated with the pituitary and blood, and the properties of the human skin shadow, the hair of the Naga of the Deep Sea." ….

Saying, 'The world, turn your gaze to the 'Hanged Man,' It's hard to say about the other materials, but the deep sea naga is definitely the most promising for Mr. Hanged Man who is at sea.

'The Hanged Man,' said Alger, as expected, "none of these three extraordinary materials, but I have a clue to the Naga hair of the Deep Sea, 100 pounds each."

"Yes!"

World, nodding, "But I want at least five."

"No problem, I'll collect it as soon as possible."

After the Tarot party, 'Sun', Darek returns to the real world and replaces himself in the dark, cramped room.

He sat cautiously for a few seconds, not noticing any unusual changes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Remembering the 'Hanged Man, Sir asked himself to speak to the former Exploration Team Leader, and Darek walked over to the corresponding metal wall, flexed his fingers, and knocked on it.

Tuk, tuk!

He completed the code, but no one answered for a long time.

Just when he was puzzled, an old and fluttering voice suddenly came from the position of the bed behind him:

"Are you looking for me?"

As soon as the voice entered his ears, Derrick froze, his skin tense, and his hairs stood on end.

……

At dusk, the villa on the outskirts of Connaut, Ducie welcomes a special group of guests. Most of them are old, the youngest is in his 40s, and the oldest is even in his 70s, which looks like an elderly sightseeing group.

They meet in a small conference room on the ground floor of the villa, and tell Emma, the housekeeper, to invite the rest of them to come.

"Dorian."

A man with gold-rimmed glasses, like a university professor, lifted his glasses and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really that sure he can solve our curse?"

Instead of answering this question, Dorian asked rhetorically:

"Verdu, even if you don't trust my judgment, do you have any other choice?"

The man named Verdu fell silent, and it was clear that he was here because he had no choice. Like Dorian, he was unwilling to give up any possibility of lifting the curse.

So in the letter that Dorian wrote to him, there was only one simple sentence:

Make the family great again!

And it was this sentence that successfully convinced Verdu. Whether it's true or not, they're willing to give it a try.

Seeing that Verdu was silent, Dorian spoke slowly:

"Don't worry, even if he can't cure the root cause, at least he can cure the symptoms, I've confirmed that. And for us, even if it's just a symptom, it's important, isn't it?"

"I hope so."

Verdu whispered, but didn't ask any more questions.

As Dorian said, even if it can only cure the symptoms, it is impossible for them to meet.

It's just that he still has some doubts in his heart.

Because according to Dorian's description, he obviously didn't see it himself, but only guessed that Mr. Blake had a way to lift the curse based on the Wall lady, but his tone was extremely certain.

Although it can also be explained by his paranoia about his family prophecy, Verdu always felt that something was unreasonable.

"Tuk! Tuk!" ….

Emma, the housekeeper, went upstairs to a room on the second floor and knocked on the door.

Forth opened the door and looked at the housekeeper outside the door with some confusion:

"Lady Emma, what's the matter?"

"Miss Wall, Mr. Dorian is back, and they are waiting for you in the conference room."

woman

The butler replied respectfully.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Foirth nodded politely and closed the door.

After thinking about it, she handed the notebook to Yu Duan and whispered, "Don't have any more problems!"

Yu Duan took the magical item, but the moment he took it, the notebook suddenly disappeared again.

And Yu Duan just sighed and said:

"I didn't expect it last time, and it definitely won't be this time."

Led by the housekeeper, Yu Wan and Furth were taken underground from the room to the conference room.

"Card!"

Finally, after a long wait, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

Collectively, Abraham looked at the door, selectively ignoring the good-looking lady and finally fixing on the young-looking man.

"Mr. Blake."

Dorian immediately stepped forward and smiled, "This is Verdu Garcia Abraham."

He first pointed to the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and then to the others. And these people in the room, without exception, are representatives sent by Abraham's various branches! In this tiny meeting room, they can even decide most of the affairs of the entire family.

And if something happens to them, they are fully prepared to ensure that they do not endanger the family.

"Mr. Blake."

Verdu waited silently for Dorian to finish his introduction, and then asked without hesitation, "I just want to know one thing, if you really have what it takes to solve the curse on us?"

Dorian's expression changed slightly, he was thinking of taking it step by step, but he didn't expect Verdu to be so direct, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Yu Duan did not get angry when he heard Verdu's questioning, but asked rhetorically to the surprise of others:

"It depends on what kind of solution you want, the symptom or the root cause?"

"I'm not demanding, just treat the symptoms!"

Verdu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Dorian must have told you that as long as you can help Abraham, even if it is a symptom rather than a cure, we can agree to any of your conditions! The only question is, how do I verify what you say?"

Furth muttered quietly:

"Then maybe we have to wait until the full moon to verify."

"No, I don't."

Verdu seemed to have anticipated such a question, and said without hesitation, "I have a magical item that can create the 'full moon, hour effect, and cause everyone around me to suffer' at any time, and hear the whisper that can only be heard when the moon is full."

The other Abraham's faces changed slightly, they didn't expect Verdu to be so aggressive.

"So."

Yu looked at the others and asked thoughtfully, "Do you want to avoid it?"

"I don't need to."

One of them, an elderly man in his seventies, said with a smile, "I'm already this age, and I may not be able to survive the next full moon, it's just a matter of living a few more days, so let's stay as a witness." ….

Dorian's eyes were extremely resolute, and he said in a deep voice:

"I trust Mr. Blake, and I'll stay."

The others seemed to be a little reluctant to speak, but after all, they collectively fell silent, and they also chose to stay.

Seeing this, Yu Duan didn't bother anymore, and turned his eyes to Verdu:

"Let's get started."

Even Verdu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, was he so confident?

After a moment's hesitation, Verdu pulled out a blackened iron box from under the table. The surface of the chest is inscribed with a large number of inscriptions, and these inscriptions seem to faintly form the shape of a 'door'. And it seems that it is precisely because of the influence of these inscriptions that the box is filled with an invisible sense of sealing, blocking the overflow of power inside.

"Miss Wall."

Verdu hesitantly glanced at Furth beside him, and kindly reminded, "You

Do you need to avoid it?"

Abrahams had already seen life and death, and even at the risk of losing control of the curse, they wanted to see the curse lifted. But there was no need for Ms. Wall to get involved, she was innocent.

"No, I don't."

With a shallow smile on his cheeks, Furth politely declined, "I believe him."

Verdu was silent for two seconds, but finally placed the box on the table. The mechanical switch was twisted, and the spiritual shackles were unshackled. Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly opened the top of the box, making a squeaky, ear-souring sound.

Verdu reached inside, and when he left the box, there were more puppets the size of a figurine in his palm. It was slender and more like a small stake, carved with crescent-like eyes and mouth, inlaid with sun-dried dead grass and flowers.

Abraham waited for a long time, but did not wait for the expected 'curse', and could not help but be a little puzzled:

"No effect?"

As soon as a similar thought came to mind, the next second, the puppet's body was suddenly covered with a rich but illusory crimson moonlight, which gently rose and fell like a tide, as if it was connected with something in the sky.

At this time, the crimson moonlight was spreading rapidly and silently, enveloping everyone around it!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the curse has fallen!

"Bang!"

Several members of Abraham fell to the table with a dull thudding sound in pain, but the pain of the impact did not alleviate the symptoms of their heads exploding, nor did it calm their restlessness about wanting to end their lives with a single stab.

These physical pains are nothing compared to the pain caused by the cursed babbling!

"It's coming!"

Verdu also struggled with a twisted expression from pain, and clenched his teeth and shouted.

As he spoke, everyone's hair in the conference room grew stronger at an extremely strange rate. And the seventy-year-old man is especially obvious, his flesh is undergoing abnormal changes, under the dry skin seems to be a small worm surging, bulging on the skin surface like small bags like insect eggs, as if the next moment is about to 'break out of the cocoon,!

And the moment the crimson moonlight spread, Yu Duan was actually ready.

His right hand held a mark like a flaming flame held high above his head, and his other hand was pointed parallel to the ground. The right hand slowly falls down and points to the ground, and the left hand is raised to point above the head. And throughout the process, both arms are always in the same straight line. ….

And when he finished this set of movements, a golden circle composed of equilateral triangles with vertical bisector lines drawn on them, three intersecting circles and countless inscriptions that ordinary people could not distinguish appeared!

"Ding!"

Shrouded in golden light, with a crisp sound like a bell, everything returned to its original form.

The eggs that surged under the old man's epidermis were gone, and although they were still dry, at least they no longer looked weird. The painful whispers of pain in Abraham's minds vanished, and their sanity returned.

And the puppet on the table, which originally emitted crimson moonlight, also lost all its brilliance in an instant as if it had been hit hard, and just lay quietly on the table, losing all its magic. It's as if it's really just a puppet that looks a little weird, but is actually very ordinary.

【Regression Principle】

[The Golden Law Fundamentalist Prayer.]

One of the prayers that form the ground.

Heals all ailments and removes special effects.

Remove all mimicry and reveal the true face.

Fundamentalism uses two forces

Explain the Golden Rule—Regression and Cause and Effect.

The so-called return means that all things converge towards the unchanging,

Gravitational force in the sense of gravity. 】

"This, this ......"

The pain and confusion in Verdu's eyes dissipated, replaced by shock and disbelief.

Actually, really......

His expression seemed to be irrepressibly excited, as if a person who had been wandering back in a desperate situation for a long time finally saw a glimmer of life in the last days of his life!

He looked at Yu Duan excitedly, as if he wanted to tell his inner excitement.

But at this moment, Yu Duan seemed to raise his head with a feeling, and saw the boundless gray mist, and saw the tall figure living in the majestic ancient palace.

Yu Duan's expression moved slightly, and he said quickly:

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Regardless of what Abraham thought, Yu Duan took out the notebook from the soul space and handed it to Firth, and then left the conference room without looking back in the eyes of the others.

"Ah——!h

Not long after Yu Wancai left, someone in the conference room suddenly exclaimed. Verdu and Dorian subconsciously looked over and realized that it was a member of the Abraham family, and he was holding a crystal crystal that was so transparent that it was almost unreal.

Dorian boy hole miniature.

He recognized the hedron as an extraordinary property left behind by Sequence 5's traveler, after his death.

But the problem is, this extraordinary trait has already been made into a magical item!

He subconsciously reached for his pocket, where there was originally a magical item that had been made into a divination item. However, the moment he took it out of his pocket, there were two more things in his palm.

One is a necklace originally used for divination, and the other is a "diamond" the size of an eye, which is the extraordinary characteristic of an "astrologer."

……

Above the gray mist, in front of the ancient bronze long table, Yu Duan saluted slightly towards the tall figure of the first seat:

"'Fool, sir.'"

"'Lovers, sir.'"

'Fool, the gentleman tapped his finger lightly on the table, and said with a smile, "I have a piece of information and want to make a deal with you." ….

"What information?"

Yu Wan's expression moved slightly and asked.

'The fool, as always, with that state of looking down on everything and being unfathomable, said leisurely:

"Painting the world."

"Of course."

The fool smiled and said, "I am referring to the first 'world of paintings,' which can also be called 'primordial world.'" It's not a replica made later, after all, you've already been exposed to those imitations, haven't you?"

Yu Duan bowed slightly, he had indeed entered the world of the painting that the Aurora Club kept.

Seeing that Yu Duan nodded, Crane continued leisurely:

"The first 'primordial world, coming to this world, has to go back to the first age. Well, I guess you know about the creation myth?"

Yu Duan nodded calmly:

"Yes."

"The First Age......

Crane nodded in satisfaction, and said as if he wanted to continue, but he suddenly paused as soon as he got up.

Just as Yu Duan looked over in confusion, Crane suddenly chuckled:

"Looks like I'm going to have to deal with a little bug before we get started."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, spreading his spirituality, and touching the crimson star corresponding to the sun.

Huo Ran, a picture of prayer appeared in front of them:

'Sun, Derrick was bowing his head in prayer, informing the 'Fool' of what had happened in the dungeon. Including the former, the leader of the exploration team, who suddenly appeared in his cell and launched a sneak attack on him after mutating.

But neither the 'fool' nor the rest of the dots are on this, because they all have their eyes on the 'sun' at the moment, and the hazy picture behind them.

There, there was a transparent and illusory figure. He had hands and feet, but like a python, he twisted around the sun, and his head was behind the sun's head. In the hazy picture, he is vaguely dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a peaked soft hat of the same color, and a monocle made of crystal on his face.

The sun is unaware of all this.

"Interesting."

The fool, seeing this, seemed to scoff.

"Who's that?"

Yu Duan asked with a frown.

"Amon."

Yu Wan heard' Mr. Fool, a low, peaceful voice with a hint of banter in it, "Or rather, Amon's doppelganger."

Yu Duan nodded thoughtfully, not too much. After all, since the 'fool's attitude is so relaxed, it is clear that this is not too difficult to ask.

But what he didn't know was, 'Fool, though he says it is funny, but in fact he is panicking!'

Don't panic!

After all, that's the title of 'blasphemer, Amun, worthy of' blasphemer, conservatively estimated to be at least an angel!

Combined with 'Amon', the family was once listed as one of the five great angel families of the Gondor dynasty along with the Abraham family, and the ancestor of the Abraham family was an angel in Sequence 1, and it can be known that this 'Amon, the ontology is at least an angel in Sequence 1, and maybe it also contains uniqueness!

And this 'Amon, who resides in the spirit of the sun, is obviously not a portable grandfather who wants to help the protagonist grow up. Instead, they want to wait for the next tarot gathering and dive into the gray fog without knowing it, like a virus or a Trojan horse!

When the time comes, he may be deprived of his control of this mysterious space!

An angel in Sequence 1, and the means are weird enough. The fool looked around, but in the end he couldn't find a way to deal with Amon:

Although he also thought about using the gray mist and the mysterious space to deal with Amon by prying its power. But after all, his strength is limited, and in the face of at least 'Sequence 1, he may not be able to achieve outstanding results with the invasion of angels.

So to be on the safe side, he decided to find the peak of the Tarot Society's combat power-

Leftover!

As long as there is more than that, what if Amon does invade above the gray mist?

It's a big deal to let the rest burn him!

With this in mind, 'Fool, Sir concealed the fact that he had already discovered Amun. Instead, on the pretext of intelligence, he invited the remnant to the gray mist, and then 'accidentally' discovered Amun, who dwelt in the sun, in his body!

Only in this way can we 'justifiably' be justified and let the rest of the shot.

'Fool, glancing at the 'sun', the 'sojourn' Amun in the spirit body, was inevitably a little frightened by the other party's strange methods.

But he glanced at the seemingly ordinary remnants on the side?

?? His expression relaxed again, and he became full of confidence.

It's not a big problem, the advantage is in me!.

You drop