The content on the paper has no beginning or end, as if it hides some plausible metaphors, but when you look closely, it only makes people feel weird, even a knowledgeable university like Morris, who has read those words several times, has not been able to see the slightest clue.

What are the Forsaken Kings? What is an abandoned clan? What about the man in the ashes and the "shelter" that is repeatedly mentioned in those passages?

Duncan frowned, his gaze swept over the inkblots that had been soaked in water and slightly blurred, some of the words recorded on them made him vaguely associated, but it was difficult to form any coherent thoughts, he only vaguely felt.... This doesn't seem to be just crazy talk, but the passages that seem to be like religious records seem to be talking about something related to the current "deep sea age".

Or maybe it was before the deep sea age.

"Is this the crow's handwriting?" Vana suddenly looked up at Nemo, who was standing aside.

"It's his handwriting," Nemo crouched down to make out it, nodding affirmatively, "and he always stretches the last stroke at the end of a sentence, which no one else has."

"What does he believe?" Vanna asked, "Has he been exposed to any other spiritual guidance outside of the Orthodox faith?" It doesn't have to be heretical—neither do grey societies like secret societies and academic hermitages."

"He's a devout believer in the god of death, and since he's been a kid, he's never been to anything other than Bartók's church," the crow said as he pondered, "as for associations and academic retreats and things like that... … That's even more impossible, how can his brain be involved in such a thing? The guy who has to take three years of tuition to graduate from the public high school in the lower city, even if he wants to join those retreats, he has to ask for it!"

」.... A devout Orthodox believer who has never been exposed to any spiritual guidance other than the belief in God.... That's interesting," Fanna looked at the paper in Maurice's hand, curling her finger to her chin thoughtfully, "The narrative on it is clearly a hint of the classical city-state era or the earlier Dark Ages, and it's typical 'holy book style,' the kind of thing that a man who barely graduated from a public high school can imagine out of thin air—and 'The crow, and keeping it close to him, shows that he cares a lot about what is on this paper.'"

Duncan didn't speak, he had been thinking silently, and then suddenly reacted: "So, it is possible that he copied this thing from somewhere.

"Copyed?" Nemo was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "You mean, the crow may have strayed somewhere, this thing on paper..... Was it the clue he transcribed there?

"Perhaps, he didn't know the meaning of what he copied himself, but it was the most suspicious and noteworthy information he had seen there," Duncan nodded slowly, "and unfortunately, he may have been killed when he copied it."

"Somewhere...... Vana slowly stood up, clasped her hands to her chest, and said in thought, "then this place must be completely foreign to the 'Crow', and the environment may be quite strange, so that the person concerned cannot judge where he is in a short period of time, and can only hastily record what he sees as a clue, on the other hand, he may have been discovered and killed shortly after transcribing, so he did not have time to explore the surroundings - otherwise he would have had the opportunity to record more characteristic information, to describe the environment you see."

As she spoke, she looked down at the drowned body again, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Where the hell did he go? How was it sent back? A wet corpse will inevitably leave traces when it is carried over......

Nemo looked up and looked around.

In the dry sewer corridor, there was no trace of dragging the corpse.

"Maybe we should follow the crow's usual route, he may have left traces before he strayed into that place," Morris said, looking up into the depths of the corridor ahead, "Does he usually go in this direction?"

"Yes," Nemo nodded, "This corridor leads in the direction of Uptown, but there is a section in the middle that is unwell lit and occasionally been

Darkness shrouds, and while darkness won't be too much of a problem for a short period of time, there is still a chance that some ...... may occur It's not very good, so you need to make rounds from time to time to spot the shadows that have just grown."

"Then let's go over and have a look, and we might be able to find a clue as soon as possible," Duncan nodded, "If something does run out of there, just get rid of it all together."

There was no objection.

The group said goodbye to the crow's body for a moment, and prepared to explore deeper into the sewer corridor, and before they could cross the young man's body, Nemo and the old ghost bowed their heads in unison.

"Wait for us here, we'll come back to pick you up." Nemo said.

The old ghost bent down, and out of nowhere, he found a triangular amulet and stuffed it into the crow's chest, "Don't run around, boy."

Duncan watched the scene silently, waiting for Nemo to finish saying goodbye to the old ghost before turning around and walking forward with the group.

"We'll tell Captain Tirion what happened here when we get back," Vanna said abruptly on the way, "the young man won't die for no apparent reason.

"Thanks," Nemo whispered, his mood clearly not good, and his depression and loss lingered, "that kid... He hadn't actually done anything remarkable in his life, but it was probably an honor for him to be remembered by Captain Tirion and Captain Duncan this time."

"Does he have any family?" Morris also broke the silence and asked softly.

"Family? It's long gone, he grew up in an orphanage, and when he came out of the orphanage as a teenager, he followed me as an apprentice," Nemo shook his head, "I heard from the director of the orphanage, that kid was picked up from the road, in a garbage can on the corner of the street, and when he first picked it up, he was really only the length of a crow from head to toe... …」

"Abandoned babies," the old ghost muttered, his voice as if angry in his voice, "the queen will not allow such a thing to happen while she is still alive—abandoning a baby will be in jail!" As a result, people are now degraded enough to throw their children in the trash...... That kid is also very old, he was very thin when he first came to us from the orphanage, he was like a monkey in his teens, I was worried that he would die of a cold in the winter, but he still survived... Survive..."

The old man stopped suddenly, as if he was a little stuck, and then shook his head in a depressed mood: "I still haven't survived."

The atmosphere in the team was extremely low, and even Alice, who had always been sluggish, felt this oppressive atmosphere, she looked around in confusion, and finally hesitated to come to the old ghost, as if to comfort the old man: "You....... Don't be sad."

The old ghost raised his head, looked at Alice in a wig and veil, and was stunned for a moment, and then snorted vigorously: "Queen, you have to take care of this matter......

Alice looked at the old man in front of her at a loss.

But soon, her embarrassment was broken - the line came to an abrupt halt.

The corridor in front of her was shrouded in dim light, and two gas lamps that seemed to be a little malfunctioning were embedded in the walls, barely emitting light that could barely completely dispel the darkness in the depths, and Vanna looked up at the ground at the junction of light and darkness, her expression becoming a little serious.

"Over there....... Upside down a person.

She said in a deep voice.

A slightly emaciated figure slumped motionless beside the water channel at the edge of the hallway, a faint glow from the dim gas lamp due to poor drafts, shining on the familiar thick blue coat.

The group came to the corpse that had fallen to the ground, and after seeing the other person's face, Duncan was not surprised in his heart - it was a crow.

However, unlike Duncan and the others, Nemo and the old ghost were only shocked and even a little frightened when they saw that face.

"Raven?!" Nemo's voice trembled slightly, he looked at the person who fell to the ground in amazement, and the whole person subconsciously took half a step back, "This ....... How is this

"It's a fake." Duncan calmly interrupted Nemo's exclamation, and from the first glance alone, he confirmed that the body in front of him was a fake of the "primordial" - because around this "corpse", there were already there

A small amount of black, viscous substance appears, and it is clear that the process of disintegration has begun.

There seems to be a difference between the fakes, although they are also formed by the "element", but some fakes can be in the city-state for ten days and half a month, and some disintegrate when they are transported to the cemetery, and the "fake" in front of ..... seems to disintegrate faster.

From the disappearance of the crow to the present, it has only been a few hours.

Duncan's mind raced through his mind --

If the Raven had indeed strayed into some dangerous and strange place, such as the dens of the Annihilationists, and had transcribed the dubious "Sacred Narrative" there, then a copy of him would ...... It should have started there as well.

And now, his clone is lying in this area, where he often patrols.

Got the right direction.

Perhaps, the source of the clones is near here!