Not only did Vanna vaguely sense that something was wrong, but the nearby saints also sensed that something was wrong, and these hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient being wrapped in the shroud and with a hideous and terrifying appearance, and in their impressions and in the records of the church texts, all the depictions of this "grave keeper" carried the words "cold, conscientious, indifferent" - no record ever said it, and he would say the word "please" to the chosen listener!

However, Vanna didn't have time to think about it, she noticed that the grave keeper was still waiting patiently for her, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded, "Okay." ”

The grave keeper turned and led Vana towards the magnificent old mausoleum palace, leaving the saints in the square to watch the two distant backs.

The heavy mausoleum gate closed behind her, as if to cut off the sound of the whole world, and standing in the cold and silent corridor, Fanna's heart calmed down a little.

This was the second time she had entered the mausoleum, and she had somewhat adjusted to the slightly nervous mood she had felt when she first entered.

She knew that she would go straight ahead, through the passage with the messages of her predecessors, into the deepest part of the tomb, and see the body of the Nameless King, and then she would forget what she had seen and heard, and be sent outside the mausoleum—and on the parchment in her hand, she would leave notes that she had written by hand.

The secrets that could not be taken out of the mausoleum would be torn away, the things that could be revealed to the world would be left behind, and the contamination she herself suffered in the process of listening to knowledge would be safely left in the tomb with her own "forgetting".

Vanna froze and walked forward.

A slightly heavy footstep followed him.

The young inquisitor paused in astonishment, and looked back at the grave keeper who followed him.

Normally, wouldn't the grave keeper leave the tomb on his own after the listener entered the mausoleum?

"And ...... What's the matter? Vanna couldn't help but speak, carefully worded and on guard.

The grave keeper lowered his gaze, the one eye outside the shroud was full of cloudy gaze, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, just an escort - do you need an escort?" ”

Once again, a sense of disobedience came flooding in, and although Vanna had only had one experience of entering the mausoleum and was not familiar with all the details related to "Vision 004", she instinctively felt that the grave keeper's behavior did not seem to be quite right...... It's a big gap from what is recorded.

But Vanna did not lose her composure, she always remembered that she was in an ancient vision that was extremely high-ranked, where the slightest detail was life-threatening, so she was extremely cautious and did not dare to accept the "extra service" of the grave keeper: "I think...... I know how to go. ”

The grave keeper just quietly stared at the "visitor" in front of him, and there was no emotion in his single eye, and after a few seconds, he nodded and slowly stepped back: "Okay, please go straight forward, and I will send you out when it is over." ”

The figure of the grave keeper disappeared into the corridor.

Vanna was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party had even used the word "you" at the end.

…… How could this cold and arrogant old guard be so polite today......

She shook her head, trying to get all the thoughts out of her mind, fearing that this was some kind of mental disturbance to her by this ancient vision, and she concentrated on what she was supposed to do, and finally walked through the long corridor and entered the burial chamber in the deepest part of the palace.

In the burial chamber, the mysterious headless corpse still sits on a tall throne, pale braziers blazing on either side, and opposite the body of the nameless king, a seat that is clearly newly moved.

Vanna's eyelids jumped.

At this moment, a somewhat outrageous thought popped up in the heart of Miss Inquisitor, who had always been serious and self-denying—next time I came back, there shouldn't be more than one fruit bowl in this place......

She walked over to the chair and sat down cautiously, then looked up at the headless corpse on the throne.

The next second, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in the open and magnificent stone square, the chaotic sky covering her vision, and a mysterious streamer rising from the top of the broken pillar in the distance, and a roar came from behind her—Vision 004 quickly sank and returned to the ground.

Vanna was still in a trance, and the saints waiting in the square had gathered quickly.

One of the Saint Apparitions, with the familiar aura of Valentine, approached Vana and said in a hurried tone, "Look at what is written on the parchment." ”

Vanna reacted and quickly picked up the parchment in her hand - as expected, the parchment was still incomplete this time, but it was much better than the last time there was only a small note left.

The parchment was only half torn off, and the remaining half of the paper was left with clear handwriting.

Vanna's gaze swept over the familiar handwriting—

"The shadows in the dark abyss have begun to rise.

"The day of the sails.

"Vision—Plant."

The saints looked at each other, and the phantom of Bishop Valentine looked up at Vanna in astonishment, as if instinctively wanting to ask something, but not knowing how.

There is something wrong with the content on the parchment, there is a big problem - however, the listener will not remember his own experience in the central chamber, the words that can be brought out on the slip of paper are all the information, Vision 004 will not answer any superfluous questions, the only guarantee is the correctness and authenticity of the information on the note.

"Shadows in the dark abyss...... The day of sailing...... "One saint couldn't help muttering to himself, and looked at his fellow citizens in confusion, "In the past, the information conveyed in the mausoleum was relatively accurate and intuitive, and such obscure metaphors rarely appeared......"

"Maybe that's the exact and intuitive message, but the key part is torn off," muttered another saint, "and it's the last sentence that is ...... than this."

"Vision, Plant." I don't know who it is, I said softly.

Vanna's eyes were fixed on the last sentence on the note, and of the three, only this one caught her attention completely, and she took it for granted that she thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the ghostly flames that finally swept across the city-state—but then she noticed something else.

"No number...... she whispered in surprise, then looked up at Valentine and repeated, "No number?!" ”

At this moment, she didn't even know what she should be surprised at first—whether she was surprised that Poland was identified as a "vision", or that the vision was not numbered!

There was some commotion among the saints, even though they were all high-ranking priests from various ecclesiastical regions, and despite their tenacity and great strength, they could not help but fall into confusion and confusion at this time, and low and uneasy discussions resounded all around, and more familiar saints came to Vana and Valentine, asking them about the current situation of Plant.

This left Vanna a little at a loss - she was still too young compared to the seasoned Bishop Valentine.

Fortunately, however, the commotion lasted only a short time, when the saints gathered in the square suddenly fell silent, and Vana looked up to see the hazy dark shadows retreating to the sides, and an elegant lady in a rich priestly robe was walking towards her and Bishop Valentine.

Vanna and Valentine immediately bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty the Pope." ”

"No need to be polite," Pope Helena, ruler of the Deep Sea Church and the earthly spokesperson of the Storm Goddess, set her gaze on Vanna and then on the parchment, "Can you show me?" ”

"Of course," Vana said, handing over the parchment, "to you." ”

Helena took the parchment, her eyes swept over the words on it, then she looked up and looked at Vana with a faint smile: "The words are beautiful—much better than your words on the report." ”

Vanna was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the Pope to suddenly talk about this, and then she was a little embarrassed: "That report...... I wrote in a hurry, when the situation in the city-state was a bit chaotic......"

"Understandably, the first time I wrote such a long report, I was eager to eat the pen," Helena said with a smile, "so the typewriter is a good invention, so why not use it?" ”

Vanna's tone was a little weird: "...... It's always broken by accident, and it's not used to it. ”

Helena's smile became more pronounced, and she handed the parchment back to Vanna, casually saying, "I've read all of your reports on the polluted events in Plant's history—including the Lost Country. Frankly, after such a dramatic change, it is not surprising that the city-state of Poland has become a place of resemblance to a 'vision' - although the process of the birth of this vision is extraordinary, the 'extraordinary' is the nature of anomalies and anomalies. ”

She spoke, pausing slightly, before her expression became serious.

"It's just...... It's a bit 'extraordinary' without a number. ”

(Push the book time, the title of the book "Non-mainstream God of Food", comes from the story of Cao A hiding the sky and crossing the sea, conquering the other world with food, although it is a seedling, but you can support it.) ）

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