The warm midday sun shines through the glass windows, faintly dazzling, which is a great contrast to the cold winter in other cities.

Although Frank's apartment doesn't have a separate bathroom and there are no public gas lights in the hallway, the good thing is that the rental room gets good light.

"Kudos to Erin, you can find such a great townhouse for rent."

Venason enjoyed the wonderful afternoon sun while sipping his tea, which contained only two of the worst tea leaves on the market, but that didn't stop the fragrance from the cup.

"I don't have a mobile phone, I don't have a computer, so I can only pass the time by reading books."

He looked at the neatly stacked stack of books on the long table, and at the top was a yellowed, rough-edged thread-bound diary, which Jason had left behind.

Vinason reached for the journal and flipped to the newly read page.

"On March 28th, Mr. Wilmars's letter finally arrived, and he wanted to cooperate with me, believing that with our own research on the Black Sun, we should be of great help to each other, but he also reminded me that after getting that black stone, my situation would no longer be safe? Damn, it's just nonsense, Lao Tzu is Jason, not a famous archaeologist, would he be afraid of a black stone? ”

"May 1st, a whole month without a diary, the reason why I chose today is because in our world today is Labor Day, I admit that I have personal labor, but I can't help it, because I can't hire a servant, it's all because that damn monster tries to get close to my place every night, so my three gaubits soll will bark constantly in the evening, but fortunately dear Alice is not at home during this time, otherwise she will be driven crazy."

Wait a minute... Hire a servant? Raising a Tall Pitso? Also Nima raised three?

When Venason saw this page of the diary, he was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

In the memory of the original owner, the hired servant was the configuration of the middle-class family, and the gaubit sou was the exclusive plaything of the upper-class aristocracy.

Last year, the Kingdom of Ghent enacted a law on the breeding of imported pets, including the Gaubitso Dog.

It is a purebred retriever that is active in the Chabatin Plateau, and the average price of each cub ranges from about 350 gold pounds to 750 gold pounds, and if it is a racing dog, the price will only be higher.

3 Strip dogs are on average worth at least £1,500, my God, when did Jason's old father become so rich?

"On May 7th, the monster has disappeared, I am very sure that it was caused by the black stone, there seems to be some hidden relationship between the black stone and the black sun, but the sun above us is not black, maybe there is something in between that I don't know."

"On May 15th, the bastard Charles finally came back from there, and as soon as we met, he came to me for a drink, and said that he knew about the problem of Blackstone, and that he had no choice but to get him drunk and talk about it, but I was very interested in what he described as the 'old days,' something that even the gods did not necessarily know."

"On May 16th, after drinking for a day, I vaguely understood the role of this black stone, I didn't expect it to come from that place, it's really terrifying, I originally thought that above the continent is the starry sky, and under the ocean is the center of the earth, but I am only shallow, this is different from the earth, there are mountains above the continent, and there is darkness under the ocean, endless darkness ......"

"On May 18th, the content in the back involves secrecy, and it has been polluted without accident, so I can only seal the rest of the content with extraordinary power, and finally give a word of advice, the sequence path 9 spirit master may be a good choice, and the strong spiritual power can ensure that you will not be so easily polluted and out of control in the subsequent reading......"

Not... Without?

Vinason hurriedly flipped through the ensuing contents, but the yellowed journal looked like something was stuck and could not be opened.

What is it that there are mountains above the continent and darkness below the ocean? Including nouns such as old, pollution, etc...... Venason felt like he had broken into a world more mysterious than the transcendent.

Jason is a cleric with extraordinary abilities, and if nothing else, he should still be the kind of high-order.

But he should be very rich in middle age, right? They all have 3 hounds, but why are Erin, Mies, Gropius, and the original owner Vinason so poor as his heirs?

There must be some secret hidden in this, maybe the contents of the diary are recorded later, but I'm just an ordinary person now, I don't have extraordinary abilities, I can't open it at all, and I can't see the follow-up.

As if he had thought of something, Venason shifted his gaze to his left index finger, where the bright sunlight shone through the glass window, casting a thin golden glow over the bronze ring.

Maybe I can try it again, maybe there will be a surprise......

Taking a deep breath, Venason stood up and walked to the center of the room, calming for a few minutes before holding out his right hand and rubbing the bronze ring.

One time!

Twice!

Three clicks!

The ring finger of his right hand had just rubbed for the third time, when suddenly the bright sunlight in front of him was replaced by the gray and white water, and at the same time he heard the sound of the waves crashing against the reef again, and the illusory overlapping whispers that sounded in his head.

Venason struggled to control his body and spirit, and he couldn't understand what the murmur was saying, but he couldn't help but listen and discern.

Then his head ached again, as violently as if a steel cone had been inserted into it.

Venason only felt his adrenaline rushing, countless almost invisible figures sinking into the "bottom", and even his thoughts were dyed with psychedelic colors.

"The second time, the second time I experienced this pain, why, why !!"

The whispers overlapped and overlapped, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and just as his spirit was about to tear it to pieces, the countless illusory overlapping murmurs receded, and the surroundings became very quiet and unusually peaceful.

"Is it finally here?"

Wrapped in coldness, Venason was sitting on an ancient bronze throne.

He opened his eyes slowly, and the towering palace was reflected in front of him, above him was the starry dome held up by the Optimus Pillar, and at his feet were the endless wriggling gray sea water and flickering points of light.

"Dear and great master, are you back?"

Just like last time, as soon as Venason arrived at this mysterious royal court, such a humble voice popped up in his head.

Venason, who had been prepared for a long time, did not show the panic of last night this time, and asked with a thoughtful expression:

"Deep Abyss Gorot, I have a question for you to answer!"

"My great, supreme, and supreme master, please do not use the root word 'please', and it is my pleasure to answer your questions!" The icy voice continued to come through his head.

Sure enough, I was in control of the space, and this Deep Dive Gorot had made me his master.

"Gorot, how do you touch the transcendent and become a clergyman?"

"Touching the transcendent is necessary to become a priest, and the profane cards in different ways contain different supernatural powers, which requires finding supernatural materials and then drawing them according to their priority, just like mixing potions."

Looking for supernatural materials to draw profane solitaire?

It has been recorded in Jason's diary that each piece of material represents transcendent creatures whose populations have been rapidly declining since the Quaternary period, and even some species have become extinct.

Legendary mythical creatures such as the Flying Dragon, the Sea Shark, and the White Candle have not been seen for thousands of years, and only exist in the Mythical Creation Book in the library's collection.

"Master, did you save a blasphemy card before you fell asleep, and do you need me to call it out?"

Desecration of solitaire? Profanity saved before slumber?

Is it really fake, or is it something that comes from what you want?

Venasson's eyes were slightly glazed, and he didn't expect that there was also a blasphemy card hidden in this mysterious space, which could allow ordinary people to have extraordinary powers.

He bowed slightly, organized the language and asked, "Is it the blasphemy cards on that sequence path?" ”

"The Great and Supreme Master is the Sequence Path 9 Spiritual Master......"

………

Florence, the Scandinavian White Desert!

Dozens of sturdy sailors, dressed in navy blue coats and carrying steam rifles on their shoulders, climbed wooden ladders from top to bottom, stepped on the reef, and cautiously walked towards the Black Island.

Reef...... Tree...... This is indeed an unknown desert island......

Jack floated in mid-air, gray threads tangled with shawl black hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes looking around the edge of the unknown island.

The mist in the air was deposited, and countless layers of purple vines, which stretched upwards like water snakes, not only did not make the forests and islands show signs of green life, but instead gave them a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

"Something isn't quite right in this place."

John Ming fixed his gaze on the sailor who had entered the purple vine forest, and muttered with a slight frown.

"It's so quiet!"

Jack opened his mouth, a heavy, hoarse voice coming out of his throat, and there was not a trace of color on his rugged face.

John nodded knowingly, he seemed to have guessed what his captain was thinking, it was very quiet here, not to mention the sound of birds, not even the sound of insects, giving people a feeling of oppressive silence.

"Captain, is it true that the power that dominates this island changes day and night? Daytime... Will the daytime leave the otherworldly species in hiding and waiting for the night? ”

First mate John Ming has explored unknown areas more than once, and he has no doubt that day and night are different, which will make some unknown areas take on different situations.

"Perhaps, let's go down and have a look."

On this round and unknown island, layers of purple vines are winding and undulating, and most of the vines have some kind of abnormal changes at the rhizomes, some places are swollen, some are suddenly sunken, and the overall visual effect is very peculiar.

The sailors explored the island from the edge, and when they saw their captain flying down from the sky, they waved their arms in the tangled vines with torches and lanterns in high.