6 Mink Street, in the living room of a detached house.

The messenger Semir's turquoise eyes looked straight into Venasson's eyes and did not speak for a full minute.

Being watched by an owl with a human eye, Venason felt a chill behind him, but he didn't flinch or move his body, but looked back at the other with a determined gaze.

"I smelled a strong spiritual power fluctuation from your body, and you touched the transcendental?" Finally, the messenger Semir spoke again, this time in a low, emotionless voice.

Even an owl knows the "spiritual master" pathway?

Venason was stunned, a little unsure of how to answer.

As Officer Joseph made clear last night, Sequence Pathway 9 "Psychiatry" is not a good transcendent priesthood, and in a way, it is defined as a product of the Failed Pathway, probably the kind that throws the dog on the street.

But Jason's notebook records that if you want to watch the follow-up, you must become a Sequence Path 9 Spiritual Master, and in ancient times, it is rumored that the clergy of the "Spiritual Master" path is the most aggressive, whether this matter is true or not, at least the blasphemous cards he got in the mysterious and obscure old royal court are also "Spiritual Masters".

On the one hand, it is a failed sequence path that is not welcomed and ignored by the street dogs, and on the other hand, even the hidden existence of suspected gods uses it as its own sequence path, which is full of contradictions in itself.

"What's wrong with that?" Venason replied with a slight frown.

"No problem."

The owl Sémir combed the gray feathers on his wings with his beak, and when he was done, he put the little black top hat back on his round head, then spread his wings, jumped up from the table, and made a graceful arc in mid-air, and finally landed on the convex belly window at the end of the living room.

"It's time for me to take my leave, Mr. Venasson."

After speaking, Semir waved his wings, and a powerful spiritual storm erupted, and the things around the convex belly window gradually blurred and distorted under the influence of the spiritual storm, it was like a strange thick ink oil painting, the red became redder, the green became greener, and the black became blacker, and together with the owl, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Twist? The extraordinary ability to make space warps?

A cool breeze blew in from outside the door, and Venason shuddered suddenly, not expecting that even the messenger would distort space to enter the spirit realm, and the key was an owl, which was really weird.

"Venason, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a crisp female voice echoed in the living room and staircase corridors.

“... Erin? ”

Venason subconsciously turned his head, his gaze still not returning to normal under the erosion of the spiritual storm, but vaguely saw Erin and Miss sitting on the leather sofa behind him, his eyes staring at him suspiciously.

"Where did you just go, I didn't see you when I came out of the bathroom just now."

Venason asked, slightly nervous, looking at the vague figure.

"What are you talking about, we've been sitting here, but you've been standing here since you came out of the bathroom, and you haven't looked back, and you don't bother talking to you."

You've been sitting here?

In an instant, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Looking at his brother and sister sitting on the sofa in front of him, Venason's brain buzzed, and even his breathing became a little short.

Erin and Miss were behind me just now, and they were just sitting on the couch chatting, and I couldn't see them when I came down?

It was the owl that distorted not only my space, but also the space that Erin and Mies were in, creating an illusion, or rather an imaginary scene.

In a flash of thought, Venason took a sharp step back and turned to look back at the long table, looking at the letter on the table.

The dark red letter shell is stamped with a hot gold resumption pattern, the four corners are shimmering with silver flowers, and there is a red fire paint seal at the crease of the letter, and a delicate and intricate cross is convex on it.

A cold wind blew into the living room from outside the door, rattling the iron ornaments on the table.

In the blink of an eye, Venathan's pupils dilated, reflecting the line of words depicted in the ancient Lun language that appeared on the surface of the letter.

Acceptance Letter from St. Hornavich University!

.........

In the North Cross District, in a single-family house not far from the Bergley Orphanage.

In the dark basement, dark green candles burned silently, spilling a dim yellow light all around.

A young man with high cheekbones, low eyebrows, and a slightly obscene appearance was standing in front of the dark red offering table, looking at the middle-aged man opposite with a slight tremble, and said in an unsteady voice:

"Lord Femabaha, the bandage has lost contact since last night, he, his spiritual cards have been burned."

The middle-aged man named Femabaha was shirtless and had a naked female angel tattooed on her chest, and in the dim candlelight, the beautiful angel with a beautiful face, somehow her cheeks were sunken, her hair grew rapidly, and the white feather wings on her back withered into chapped bones.

He raised his hand and touched the angel's bare chest, and the angel tattooed on his skin immediately responded, revealing a greedy and happy expression, and his light brown eyes swept over Femabach's face, and fixed on the lewd-looking young man, as if he was looking for something.

"Fee... Lord Femabaha. ”

The young man's face was so pale that it was frightening, and he immediately bent down tremblingly, lowered his head, and fell to the ground.

The angel tattoo stared at each other passionately for a few seconds, alternating between lust and moderation, until at last he withdrew his gaze as if he were nostalgic, and the expression on his face changed from pleasure and greed to normal, and then Fehmabah said in a low voice:

"He's dead, and the Night's Watch did it."

"A Sequence 3 cleric couldn't deal with a mortal, and was killed by the Night's Watch in the end, Mouse, I remember you and Bandage were members of a team, right?"

"Lord Femabaha is angry, this time I will go over in person, please give me another chance... Once in a while, I won't let you down. ”

The lewd man named Mouse spoke in an almost pleading tone, and he was so hard pressed to the ground that he wanted to burrow his body into the concrete floor.

"You don't have to be so scared, I just think it's a little weird, how that young man named Venason van der Rohe escaped the bandage attack, and he should have been protected by the night watch of the Church of Honavich now, it doesn't make much sense whether you go or not."

"It's all those abominable night watchmen, they're like wild dogs in the fields!"

The rat hurriedly chimed in, hoping that Lord Femabaha would not think that his incompetence had caused him to lose his life.

Because from the very beginning, solving the "last" person was the task of two people.

However, last night he sneaked to his mistress's house, and took advantage of the other party's husband to go out on business, and rolled the sheets with his mistress all night.

It wasn't until dawn that he remembered that there was still a solution task that had not been completed, and at this time, his companion was bandaged and had already encountered an accident.