Mr. Azik put his hand on the head of the wraith, only to see the wraith turn into black mist again and drift into Mr. Azik's body, accompanied by a baby's cry.

"Wow!"

As the baby's cry sounded, Mr. Azik, who had always been in no mood, suddenly raised his head, his eyes looked at all corners of the castle, and Deng Deng Deng took a few steps back, and collapsed on the ground.

"Mr. Azik......"

Crane reached out to help, but Lewis stopped Crane, his voice low but unquestionable.

"Let Mr. Azik be quiet, I think he will recover soon."

Klein subconsciously agreed with Lewis's idea, and he lifted the top hat on his head and leaned quietly against the pillar to wait.

After a few minutes, Mr. Azik stood up, his mood still cold, but his tone trembled slightly.

"Crane, I think, I've found that force that makes your fate unaligned. The man took my child's skull, and I want to find him through the blood connection. Azk crouched down, and after he didn't know what button he had touched, the floor of the old castle creaked.

The floor was opened, and a staircase was hidden under the floor, and Azk walked in front, descending about two or three meters before stopping, and at the end of the passage there was a black coffin.

Mr. Azik pushed the coffin open, and when he saw the body in the coffin with a missing skull, he let out a low cry of grief.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Azik slashed his fingers with his sharp nails, and a drop of blood fell on the skeleton.

"Wow......"

There was another baby's cry, and Crane was startled by the sudden baby's cry, and he looked around for a possible ghost.

Lewis remained calm, watching Mr. Azik's movements, as if expecting something, and as if thinking about something.

Seeing Lewis's calmness, Klein also knew that he had overreacted. He set his eyes on the coffin again, and saw the distorted faces mixed with the black mist rising and turning into a strange door.

The illusory door opened, and pale arms scrambled out, but in front of Mr. Azik, they all steamed into black mist.

Through the crack in the door, Crane saw a white skull, haphazardly discarded under a dark brown tree, rotting into powder in the wind.

Bang dang!

Countless pale arms were snapped off by the suddenly closed gate, and they fell to the ground one after another, turning into black mist and dispersing.

At this moment, Mr. Azik let out a long sigh, as if he had passed through a gap in history.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find him." Mr. Azik closed the coffin, and he said with his back to Klein.

Lewis, who was watching from the sidelines, had already recalled the whole story, even as he struggled to control his memory, leaving him in a state of semi-amnesia for a long time.

But when things happen in front of him, he can still easily recall the general situation of the incident.

"I thought, I should know something." Lewis wasn't sure, he noticed that his memory was getting worse and worse, and he only vaguely remembered some details, and the general idea of what happened.

The culprit behind it is the seal 0-08, which is in the form of a quill, the full name of the pen of Alsuhod, which is the product left by the nightmare dragon of the ancient gods.

Its ability to be a writer will happen when it is written, provided of course that it cannot be too outrageous and must be logical.

Now, the quill is in the hands of a traitor from the Church of the Goddess, and the ultimate goal of this traitor is to get the ashes, which are located in the basement of the church, the ashes of the strong man.

"You know?" Klein looked at Lewis, and in his eyes, the omniscient Lewis was overshadowed by a thick layer of occultism.

"Yes, I know, but I can't tell you, because the more you know, the more you can't get out of its grasp." Lewis deliberately didn't tell Klein, only reminded, "I'll be working on this with Mr. Azik and looking forward to our next meeting." ”

Under Klein's astonished gaze, Lewis called Mr. Azik away, leaving only a lonely back.

He was tempted to ask the reason for the incident, but remembering Lewis's advice, he finally gave up the idea of rushing forward to ask, this matter was not something he could meddle in.

Lewis always felt very disobedient, afraid of involving Klein and not telling the other party the truth? Is he really such a kind and considerate person?

I vaguely remember that I was just a loner before, and it was because of loneliness that he was able to devote himself to further studies and was admitted to an enviable university with his mediocre talent.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet a good mentor......"

Lewis thought silently, and the more he thought, the more his mind ached, and the pain became clear, as if something was stirring in his brain.

Then, a strange and frantic murmur appeared in his head, which made him hurry to stop thinking.

As Lewis gave up thinking, the pain began to lessen, but the sense of dissonance that existed in the spirit lingered anyway.

"Lewis, where are we going next?" Mr. Azik asked, seeing a slight change in expression on Lewis's face.

Lewis's head was empty, and as if he remembered something, he muttered: "The target location is still the city of Tingen, a house with a red chimney, surrounded by green grass and flowers, just outside Tingen." ”

Lewis didn't know the exact location, but he knew enough details that with those details, he had the preconditions for divination.

Picking up a stick on the side of the road, Lewis used the "stick method" to confirm the direction of travel, and then followed the direction.

"Perhaps, we need a carriage." Mr. Azik reminded.

Lewis nodded, hired a timed carriage, and then used the staff to constantly determine the direction.

The goal was clear enough and Lewis himself remembered enough details that he could easily predict the way forward.

The only thing that made him strange was that things were going too well, and with the 0-08 personality, he shouldn't be able to divinate easily, after all, he didn't have the Source Fort to isolate from the influence of the outside world.

It wasn't until late in the evening, when the last rays of sunlight were swallowed up by shadows, that Lewis came out on the outskirts.

Looking out the window of the carriage, one could see a house with a turquoise lawn, a colorful garden full of flowers, and a dark red chimney that looked so distorted in the dimness.

"This is it." Lewis tugged at his top hat, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to get out of here, even if he was followed by Mr. Azik, who had regained his memory and had already shown his strength.