Like a pilgrim, the golden-eyed priest slowly walked through the hall to the great throne prepared by the old god.

He slowly stopped, and looked behind the throne—

There was a downward passage, shrouded in deep darkness.

The priest raised his hand to the dark passage and solemnly declared:

"Let there be light."

In an instant, the pure and soft light lit up, illuminating the inside very thoroughly.

There was no need to enter, and Ember, who had been following him, saw an ancient bronze gate standing in the deepest part of the passage.

Above the gate, countless indescribable symbols are densely packed, like chains extending to the back one after another, as if sealing something, intuitively giving people a sense of heaviness and mystery.

Ember stared at it for a long time, then suddenly asked:

"What's sealed inside?"

The priest looked up at the embers beside him, his eyes seemed a little surprised, but he replied anyway:

"Primordial."

"The one that awakened in you?"

In the face of Ember's inquiry, the priest calmly said:

"The primordial exists in every human being, and the higher the sequence, the greater the chance of primordial awakening. Long before I appeared, the primordial had already awakened in the bodies of those ancient gods to varying degrees. ”

"This forced most of the Old Gods to devote a lot of energy to the awakening of the Antigen Primordial, but Angleweed did it most thoroughly, sealing the Miracle City of Livished along with the Primordial Contamination."

"It's dangerous for anyone to look directly at the primordial pollution, and it will awaken the primordial in their body as well."

In Ember's vision, he saw only a bronze door.

But in the priest's field of vision, in the deep darkness behind the bronze gate, an eye opened, dark and covered with dark blue cracks. In no particular order, one after another the same eyes also opened, densely packed and indifferent.

At the same time, it was as if the priest heard a silent cry, a very attractive shout.

Every cell and every tiny particle in his body seems to have its own consciousness and form another 'me'.

The priest knew very well in his heart that this meant that the primordial had once again awakened in him.

But this time, he did it voluntarily.

In fact, he had been here long before Ember came.

Use the primordial contamination of the seal here to activate the 'primordial' awakening in your body. But last time he had only tasted it, because the embers hadn't come yet, and it wasn't yet time for him to be contaminated by the primordial tain.

In his original plan, he should have used the contamination sealed here to evoke the primordial resuscitation in Ember's body.

But he miscalculated, maybe there was no primordial in Ember at all, or maybe it was Primordial's unwillingness to resuscitate in Ember's body. Whatever the reason, he can only carry out the second set of schemes -

Sacrifice yourself and let the primordial come.

So he didn't even resist, allowing his primordial consciousness to take over his body.

Anyway, it's just a product of fantasy, and even if it is occupied by the primordial, it won't have any effect on the ontology.

Suddenly, the voice of embers came from the priest's ear:

"So, that's your plan?"

"Let me compete with the primordial sandpiper mussel, you are a fisherman."

The priest was quite calm and said calmly:

"No, you and Yuan may be a sandpiper clam fighting, but I'm not a fisherman, just a fish being fought over."

The priest didn't really think that the primordial could cause much trouble to the embers, after all, although the living primordial was very strong, the most terrifying thing about the current primordial was that he would resuscitate in the body of any extraordinary being.

And the higher the sequence, the more likely it is that the primordial resuscitation will be, and the more terrifying the primordial resuscitation will be.

But in the final analysis, the strength after the original recovery is also determined by the sequence of extraordinary people who have recovered.

And a Sequence 2 Primordial is not enough to threaten the embers.

But.

Even if it can cause him a little hindrance, it is far more than expected.

But at this moment, the priest suddenly changed color slightly.

Because the primordial body, which had been reviving quickly, suddenly 'stagnated'.

If you want to use an analogy, the progress bar of the original recovery is stuck at 49% and no longer moves.

Neither up nor down, seemingly forcibly controlled at 49% by some kind of limiter.

But the priest was convinced that he did not have such a limiter in his body.

Although his own will can delay the time of primordial recovery, he is completely relieved to let primordial recover quickly, and it is impossible to make any moves to limit primordial recovery!

The priest was silent for a long time, and looked down at his hands, his body burning with fluttering sparks.

Ember smiled and asked:

"I don't think Adam will welcome you back, right?"

The priest was silent.

In the next second, the scene in front of his eyes changed.

The magnificent city of miracles was gone, and he was no longer in the magnificent palace, not even in the stone-built church.

In front of him, there was only an endless blue sea.

And the original will that had been stagnant in his body began to revive again.

Only this time, the priest hesitated for a long time, and finally forced it down out of his own will.

It does not belong to Adam, but to the will of the priest himself.

——

Woo!

With the sound of the whistle, a long steam train clanged into Beckland.

Carrying his suitcase, Klein once again set foot on the land of the 'City of All Things', the 'Land of Hope', and found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer noticeably yellowish, and the gas street lamps on the platform had not been lit early to dispel the gloom and gloom.

In fact.

As early as three days ago, he had arrived in Plitz Harbor with the three Mobets on the 'White Onyx'.

However, instead of going directly to Beckland, he chose to temporarily separate from the three of Mobet and go to Connath in County Diviy alone. On the one hand, he did not want to return to Beckland as 'Gelman Sparrow', nor did he want his new identity to be known to the Mobet trio.

On the other hand, he also had to fulfill his promise to relay his last words to the night watchman who was imprisoned by wriggling hunger, and to restore his extraordinary properties at the local church.

Thanks to the popularity of steam trains, the entire journey took only three days.

And Klein also gained a new identity from the local gangster, Dawn Dantès.

As Dawn Dantès, Klein rented a room in an upscale hotel in the Hilston area. Although Klein, who is expensive at 10 szules a night, is distressed, he can only grit his teeth and endure it in order to meet the personality.

"It's okay, I won't be able to stay for a few days anyway."

Reassuring himself, Crane put on his double-breasted gown, put on his hat, and walked out of the room to the side of the street.

With an umbrella, he went around to another street, and suddenly turned back into Sherlock when the street lamp was far away and the drizzle was hazy. Moriarty's appearance, he was going to visit a few old friends.

——

Beckland Bridge District, Brave Bar.

In the billiard room, Ian, who was wearing an old coat, held a stack of thick materials on the table, cleared his throat and said:

"Mr. Ronzel, I have to regret to inform you that there is now neither the Northwest Side nor Delahale Street."

As he spoke, Ian changed his words again:

"But luckily, we were able to find the city's urban planning records."

"In a redevelopment one hundred and fifty-seven years ago, the Northwest Side was revoked, and most of its original area was zoned to Hillston, and Delahale Street was zoned to Seventh Avenue."

"As for the former 18 Delahare Street, it should be the current 265 Seventh Avenue."

"But the last name of the person who lives there is not Edward, but Strange."

Longzel silently flipped through the materials on the table, and asked for a long time:

"What else did you find?"

"A lot."

Ian shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly:

"There are not ten thousand but eight thousand people with the surname Edward in Beckland, and I have no way of finding out which of the Edward family you are talking about, Mr. Ronzel, and I can't even be sure if they are still in Beckland."

"However, judging by the details you provided, Mr. Ronzel. If the Edwards had remained in Beckland and had served in the military for each generation, the range could have been narrowed down to one hundred and seventy-two. ”

"These 172 families all have active military and retired military personnel, but not every generation has people serving in the military, and I can't be sure. So which one it is, you may need to find out by yourself, Mr. Longzel. ”

Long Zel said solemnly:

"That's enough, thank you."

Ronzel paused, took out a few 10 gold pound notes from his pocket, and handed them over:

"This is the final payment."

Ian smiled brightly from the bottom of his heart.

Although these two were introduced by Detective Sherlock, they still have to collect the money they should collect.

He didn't bother Ronzel, who was looking for clues in the pile of information, and turned around and walked out of the billiard room with the money.

His bright red eyes swept casually, and he suddenly saw a familiar figure, his mouth opened, but he didn't spit out the other party's name, but said in surprise:

"Good evening, sir, is there anything you can help with?"

"Not for the time being, just come and meet old friends." Klein smiled kindly.

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the gold pound in Ian's hand and said with a smile:

"Looks like you've been doing a good business lately."

Ian shrugged:

"Actually, this is a friend you introduced, sir."

Klein, who incarnates 'Sherlock Moriarty', raised an eyebrow:

"Dragonzel?"

Ian bowed his head lightly and pointed in the direction of the billiard room:

"Yes, Mr. Ronzel is inside, do you want to meet them?"

"No need."

Klein shook his head and refused, he didn't come here to catch up with Dragonzel, after all, they hadn't been separated for a few days.

He pointed to the bar door and said:

"I'll come back to you when I'll have time."

"Okay."

Ian didn't ask much, instead asked, "Mr. White from Harvest Church is your friend?" ”

Emlyn is out of the house? Klein nodded and said:

"Yes."

With that, he squeezed his way out of the crowd and pushed the door open and left the Brave Bar.

Getting into a cab, Crane looked out the window and waited for Miss Sharon to appear.

Silently, Klein's inspiration suddenly struck, and he looked sideways at the window, only to see a young woman wearing a small black soft hat and a Gothic court dress clearly reflected on the glass that could reflect the scene by the night.

Turning around, Klein saw Miss Sharon sitting across from him, pale blond hair, blue eyes, and a pale complexion that was no different from before.

"Good evening." No need to play Gelman. Sparrow's Klein took the initiative to beckon.

Sharon got up slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt, and returned the salute.

Crane, who couldn't find a topic to greet for a while, cleared his throat and said directly:

"I killed Seigno."

"Hmm." Sharon's eyes were slightly surprised, but she only hummed softly.

Klein smiled and continued:

"If Marić still needs a copy of the extraordinary properties of the Wraith, I can sell him for £5,000."

Señor's bounty in Rune was only £42,000, but the four countries of the Northern Continent combined had a bounty of more than £120,000.

The final distribution is also based on 120,000 gold pounds, with an average of 20,000 gold pounds per person.

Combined with the other 'riches' on the ship of Segnon, in the end each of them was divided into 30,000 gold pounds.

The three of them each received 30,000 gold pounds, and Shatas's share could not be obtained until Adevina exchanged for the bounty, as Adevina did not have enough cash.

But Shatas has been with the ship for a while now, and she herself doesn't value money very much, and everyone doesn't have much opinion on this distribution proposal.

Crane, on the other hand, offered to ask for 25,000 gold pounds in cash and the extraordinary characteristics of the resentful spirit.

Segnon's body was left to Adevina to collect the bounty. It would take a long time, so the bounty over 120,000 gold pounds went to Adewina.

Of course, this also included the bounties of Segnior's men, whose entire fleet of blood admirals was wiped out, and the bounties of Segnon's men added up to tens of thousands of gold pounds.

The only problem is that it takes a lot of time to get this money, and you need a certain amount of connections.

Miss Sharon replied simply:

"I'll need a few days."

Klein nodded slightly, 5,000 pounds was not a small amount after all.

Speaking of this, he took out a pen and note, wrote down his messenger's summoning method, and then handed it over:

"If you have anything, you can write to me."

Sharon took the paper, looked at it carefully and said:

"I'm at the Brave Bar.

"Letters may be addressed to 126 Garder Street, Hilston, and addressed to Mary Ayrs."

"Okay."

——

North End, Samuel Church.

Mobet Soroyaster sat on the edge of the bench in the middle of the prayer hall and bowed his head in silent prayer.

He was certainly not a believer in the goddess of the night, or even an outright infidel.

But this did not prevent him from coming to the church of the goddess of the night and pretending to pray—

Anyway, he didn't expect to be blessed by the goddess of the night, so it didn't matter if he was sincere or not.

He's here to wait for someone.

He's been waiting here for two days, but he hasn't been able to see the person he wants.

Just as he was thinking, Mobet's inspiration suddenly struck, and he instinctively opened his eyes and looked to the left.

He immediately saw a dark-haired and green-eyed night watchman, he was not wearing the trench coat that night watchmen usually wear, a white shirt with no waistband, straight-leg pants and a black waistcoat, and his style was very casual.

(End of chapter)