In all fairness, Vanna felt that Old Man Morris was right.

Fire, holy oils and spices, the three elements of the execution of sacred rituals, although these things can be "expedient" in special circumstances, it is somewhat unreasonable to replace them all with things found in the kitchen.

But she decided to give it a try anyway.

After all, first, she had tried more than once before when she was on the Lost Country, and second, she really couldn't find more suitable materials in this "witch's mansion".

"I shouldn't expect a 'witch' to have holy oil or anything like that in her home," Vana sighed and said to Morris helplessly, "or I neglect to prepare for it every day." ”

Maurice subconsciously muttered: "I always feel that you haven't thought about seriously preparing the ceremony materials since the last time you successfully held a ceremony on the ship with inferior materials......

Vanna shrugged and raised her hand to look out the window, "Then why don't you find a way to buy some for me from the street?" ”

Maurice glanced up at the shadowy streets outside his window, and thought of the current chaos in Breezhaven, and thought it would be better not to speak.

Shirley, who rushed to see the excitement when she heard the news, dragged Ah Dog to watch Fanna's actions curiously, and suddenly said, "Do you want to add some ginger and garlic to it?" ”

When Vanna heard this, she felt inexplicable: "Why? ”

Shirley: "When you're done, let Luni stir-fry two dishes by the way—I'm hungry." ”

“…… Don't make fun of it! The expression on Vanna's face finally became a little unbearable, she glared at Shirley, trying to make her appearance look majestic and serious, "This is a serious ceremony, I am just forced to act expedient......

Shirley didn't say anything when she listened, but just pulled Ah Dog silently and hid a little farther away from the door.

Vanna looked inexplicable: "...... What are you doing so far away? ”

"I don't know anything about this fancy thing of your 'clergy', but reason tells me I'd better stand away now," Shirley waved her hand, "Don't splash my blood when lightning strikes you." ”

Vanna: "......"

Lady Inquisitor managed to calm her mind and decided not to pay attention to the lively figure at the door, she took a light breath and focused on the ritual of building a psionic channel.

The flame ignited, and the grease boiled.

One way or another, fire is fire – at all times, the ignition of fire symbolizes the march of civilization, it is a symbol, a symbol shown to the gods by mortals, and this symbol has only one meaning - "here I am".

Ever since she had just graduated from seminary a long time ago, Vanna had always thought that this was the case that the form of fire did not matter, the ignition of the fire itself was meaningful.

As one of the most prominent clergy of the younger generation of the Deep Sea Church, this was the only thought that Vanna had in the past many years that could be called "not very doctrinal" - and only in those years that had passed, of course.

Now she has too many deviant thoughts, words and deeds.

The soft sound of the waves sounded in the ears of the judge, who had become more and more "deviant".

She sensed the gaze, a gentle gaze on herself, and then it turned away, and the "passage" opened before her eyes—at the end of the "passage" came the voice of Bishop Valentine.

"Vanna?" The old bishop's voice sounded a little surprised, "I didn't expect to receive your call suddenly...... Wait, what's the smell? ”

"It doesn't matter, Archbishop," said Vanna, in a serious tone, "I'm going to tell you something, don't be nervous......

"What's the matter?"

"The captain will come to you in the cathedral in a moment, and he will ask for the construction materials of the Lost Land—all the materials."

……

Duncan frowned slightly, and stood in the hospital room with Heidi, looking at the young elf who was lying on the hospital bed.

"This is the case that only came in this morning, and there are dozens of more patients like this - several elven communities have begun to panic, because no one knows if it will be themselves who will fall or disappear next," Heidi whispered, "The incident has risen to the level of extraordinary pollution, and the church has sent a force of guardians to take over those communities, but they have nothing to do other than keep sending the elves who appear strange here." ”

Duncan nodded solemnly, then stepped forward and bent down to observe the state of the young elf on the hospital bed.

The latter's entire body presents a hazy and illusory texture, like an illusion that will dissipate at any time, barely "stuck" in this hospital bed in a humanoid silhouette.

This is obviously beyond the scope of the previous "sleeping sickness", and it is no longer a "symptom" that can be dealt with by traditional "medical treatment".

"He's disappearing, leaving our dimension of reality in an incomprehensible way—this is no longer a situation that 'psychiatrists' can handle, and I've used some otherworldly means, but I can only barely keep their minds on 'this side' in order to slow down this 'disappearance'," Heidi continued behind Duncan, "In one patient with milder 'symptoms', I tried mind reading, only to find that their mind was being ...... The larger things are gradually 'sucking away', as if there is a vortex that is 'dragging these spirits' from the spirit to the physical 'away' from the real world. ”

Duncan frowned tightly as Heidi listened to the description, and after a long time, he said to himself, "Sirantis is taking them." ”

Heidi was stunned for a moment: "Sirantis? ”

"It's the 'whirlpool' you feel, and I suggest you don't try to do it any further," Duncan said with a serious face, "because there's a good chance that this whirlpool will treat you like an 'elf' too." ”

Heidi's face changed slightly.

Duncan took part of his attention and paid attention to the situation in the distance-

The Lost Homeland has gradually approached the sea where the Breezeport is located, and is now preparing to rise from the spirit realm.

Vanna had just sent a message that she had successfully contacted the Storm Cathedral in Upper Plain, and that the Valentine Bishop Church had everything ready in the shortest possible time and was waiting for the "Captain" to visit.

The situation in the Breezehaven is still chaotic, and the lush forests are a boundless green hell for the inhabitants of the city-state, and even the well-trained city-state guards and guardian forces are too much to cope with the situation that is far beyond imagination - Lucrecia is taking action within the city-state to provide as much help as possible.

And in the frost of the far northern city-states, the "sleeping sickness" also spreads like that of Purland.

It is conceivable that the spread of "sleeping sickness" is by no means limited to Poland and Frost, and as the situation in Lightwind Harbor deteriorates, I am afraid that the elves of the entire world are facing the same terrible situation - Silantis is devouring them.

But why is this happening? Why did the World Tree, which was rooted in the memories of the elven race, suddenly undergo these extreme changes?

Just then, Duncan's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden slight sound from the hospital bed.

The elf lying on the hospital bed, in a deep stupor, whose body was gradually dissipating transparently, suddenly moved—his body twitched slightly, and a low, muffled grunt came from his throat.

It was as if he was about to wake up suddenly.

Heidi noticed this scene instantly, and she ran to the hospital bed as quickly as she could, as if to confirm whether the elf was really regaining consciousness, but at that moment, the same situation suddenly appeared in several other beds in the hospital room.

One by one, the elves in deep sleep twitched, the same muffled grunt coming out of their throats!

This strange situation made Heidi's scalp tingle for a moment, and she suddenly got up and looked at Duncan subconsciously, and at that moment, the muffled muttering in the throats of those elves all stopped abruptly at the same moment.

In the next second, these sleeping elves opened their mouths at the same time, as if a consciousness had finally established a connection with these "bodies" located in the real world at the same time, and they made a clear sound-

"I'm Ted Lear, and I'm in the deepest part of the Nameless Dream.

"I'm sending this message to the real world through every avenue I can find, whoever it is, please spread it to everyone as much as possible once you receive it—

"Sirantis is crazy.

"She's trying to devour all the elves and use them to enter the real world and re-establish herself.

"She's not our protector, she's not protecting us.

"We're fighting against Sylantis' dominant consciousness and slowing down her spread to the real world as quickly as possible – but we're falling behind.

"We need help - do everything possible to avoid real-world elves being devoured by Silandis, to prevent them from disappearing or dying in a deep sleep, which can delay Silandis's awakening, repeat, we need help......"

The voices in the hospital room stopped abruptly.

All the elven patients returned to their "slumber" as if what had just happened was just a hallucination - Ted Lear's connection to the real world had been severed.

"Ted Lear......" Heidi was stunned for a few seconds, and finally reacted, "It's the Truth Keeper in Breeze?!" ”

There was a little more panic and horror in her eyes, what happened in just a dozen seconds just now made her realize the bad and serious situation of the situation.

She looked at Duncan and asked for help from the "captain".

Duncan's brow furrowed, the sudden change of events and the news from Ted Lille exceeded his expectations, but after a quick thought, he vaguely grasped some ...... from the "news" Ideas.

"Looks like I've got to go," he said, turning his head to Miss Psychiatrist with a serious expression, "someone has to get to the root of this matter." ”

Heidi subconsciously spoke: "Then ...... on my side"

"Keep doing what you're doing, slow down the progress of these elves being 'devoured,'" Duncan said quickly, "keep their spirits in the real world, for as long as you can - we'll take care of the rest." ”

(End of chapter)