Mill and Vincent set out on their way to visit Father Cavendish in the end of Bourbon Street, next to the park.

The fog gradually faded, but the deep black clouds weighed down the whole city a little, and the sky was extremely dark today, and it seemed to be close to evening.

"Sir, I always feel that the weather is a little strange, as if there is some sign or portent." Vincent stood at the gate of New Orleans, observing the sky, and in an instant a dark cloud rose on the other side of the mountain.

Standing on the rue Bourbon, looking far ahead, where the sky was closer to darkness, Mill said: "It's been going on for half a month, always every once in a while, and they occasionally show other colors, which is really frightening." ”

"Yes, sir, I always felt like the sky was going to fall." "They're the same in St. Louis," Vinson said. ”

"Let's go, Vincent, go get a carriage, I'm afraid it'll be windy and rainy in a moment."

They got into the carriage, and Mir looked carefully at the inside of the carriage, which was in tatters and looked very old compared to the one they had taken home.

Mir sat in a corner, and he observed the leather on the seats, almost all of them were broken, and a small amount of white swan feathers were showing under the buttocks, which made Mir feel no sense of comfort, so much so that he hated the carriage terribly.

Even the windows in the carriage are not closed at all, and if it is in the crisp summer, then this carriage is undoubtedly the best choice, because it will be very cool, but this year, such weather has not yet arrived.

He could faintly see the tiny holes in the ceiling, and he could also see a flock of near-black birds flying overhead in the cloudy sky, their cries as if revealing some kind of weirdness, chirping, fragmentation, and plaintling.

In extreme weather, Mir urged the driver to hurry up, he didn't want to get caught in the rain halfway through.

The carriage departed, the wheels creaking against the stones, as did the windows, unusually loose and making strange noises.

As long as the carriage didn't turn into a large discarded toy on the way, he could even imagine that, despite the skill of the coachman, it seemed inevitable that the carriage would crash into the huge rocks, overturning the carriage and more likely throwing it sideways.

In that case, it would be very likely that Vincent would be the first to be unlucky, and he would now sit next to the car door and be thrown off the next street.

The gloomy sky, suddenly lit up, startling Vincent, who immediately covered his ears and said, "Sir, get ready to cover your ears." ”

Mir covered his ears as Vincent had instructed, and after a while, Mill lowered his arm, he knew that Vincent was hinting at something, and he didn't hear any thunder.

There was a loud "click", like the ground shaking, the horse suddenly screamed, it was frightened, and fled frantically in other directions, the coachman could not control the horse, so that the carriage shook violently.

When Mill timidly opened his eyes, he did not see Vincent, and he scolded, "Damn it! ”

Vincent's disappearance was exactly what he had imagined, the shaking had stopped, the carriage seemed to stop, and he jumped out of the carriage to check.

"Vincent? Where are you? Mill yelled.

Vincent jumped down from the front of the carriage and greeted Mir, "Hey, sir, I'm here." ”

"Are you alright? Vincent, I thought you were thrown out. Mir asked with concern.

"I'm fine, but the coachman is gone." Vincent shook his head, signaling that Mill needed not be worried, and said, "It seems that the coachman has disappeared, or that he has fled without being able to control the frightened horse." ”

"I can't understand what the driver is doing, he doesn't care about our lives and deaths." Mir looked around and said, "Where is this?" Vincent. ”

"We should still be on that road, let's keep going down this road, sir."

Vincent and Mir led the carriage to the side of the road, not wanting to walk on a muddy road, so Vincent and Mir chose another path to follow.

"Sir, I heard the general say that you have always lived in New Orleans, why don't you know the road?" Vincent asked curiously.

Mir replied: "After that fire, there was a huge change here, the buildings and the roads, they kept renovating, trimming, remodeling, I haven't been here for a long time. ”

Vincent stopped at an intersection where he didn't see anyone, and he wanted to ask someone for directions.

"Let's go this way." Vincent, with his sense of direction, turned to the next intersection, and said, "Sir, where did you live before?" ”

Mir throbbed repeatedly, avoiding rocks and puddles as much as he could, needing to keep his clothes neat and tidy to visit the priest.

"I was in St. Bernard's parish in the beginning, and it was my friend Ian who introduced me to a job, and I just moved here in recent years," Mill said. ”

Vincent remembered his work colleague, where his home was, and he said, "St. Bernard's parish? I know there, sir, I yearn for that place, with its manor and farm, and the view. ”

Mill nodded and said, "Yes, I made enough money there, and if I have the chance, I will take you to St. Bernard's parish." ”

Vincent stood at the front of the stones, looking at the hillside and the neat trees ahead, which looked much like the park that Mill had spoken, but he saw a woman in the woods with a hat and a peculiar costume walking slowly through the woods.

The woman's skirt was long enough to cover her bare feet, and she was walking on tiptoe, and Vincent, though it was the first time he had seen such a person, could not remember where he had seen it.

Mill nearly bumped into Vincent's, and he stopped and asked, "What's wrong?" Vincent. ”

"Sir, look at that man." Vincent said, pointing ahead.

Mir glanced at the woman not far away with great caution and whispered, "Vincent, quick! Get out of here! It's best to find a place to hide first! ”

"Do you know her?"

"I'll tell you sometime."

"Sir, she seems to be gone, like she has evaporated." Vincent dilated his pupils to the extreme, and said incredulously.

Mir was just about to find a corner to hide, when he heard Mir say that he had disappeared, and he stared blankly at the tree where the woman had disappeared.

"Is it because of Father Cavendish why she's here?" Mill muttered to himself.

Vincent suddenly thought of the origin associated with the woman, and said, "Sir, she seems to have come from Saint-Domingue, and judging by her clothing, she must belong to the heretics. ”

"Heretics? Is it a witch? Mir had never seen a witch dressed like this in a book, he asked.

"I'm not sure, it's all the St. Louis church administrators who described what they looked like, they said they weren't of my race, they were all aliens, and La Curilla Carmen seemed to be included." Vincent shook his head and said.