Back in the prayer hall, he glanced to the left, and when he found the side door, he walked past the arched altar without a single expression on his face.

Passing through the side door, a peaceful spiritual power instantly enveloped him, like some kind of search, and after 3 seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe and a yarmulme black hat slowly gathered in the corridor and appeared in Venason's eyes.

"What happened?"

Venason took out the notice and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.

"Oh, the dark mess hiding in the sewers, even the people of St. Hornavich dare to stare at ......"

The middle-aged pastor's temper didn't seem to be particularly good, and he said with a look up at Venason.

"You come with me!"

"Good!"

Venason nodded, asked no more questions, and quietly followed the other party.

Da-da-da, da-da!

The sound of footsteps echoed all around, and after turning an unknown number of corners, descending an unknown number of stairs, he followed the priest to a dark, narrow cross corridor.

"Ahead is Captain Joseph's office."

"May Crimson bless you." Venason bowed slightly, tapped four times on his chest, and sketched a pattern that symbolized slumber and crimson.

"Praise Crimson."

The black-robed priest returned the salute as well, and then Venason said no more, and by the elegant gas sconces on either side of the wall, he looked ahead and walked deeper step by step.

The black corridor led to the front, and on the way he passed a fork in the road, a gray-and-white stone staircase that stretched downward, and which exuded a cold and undispellable fog, which made people instinctively feel uncomfortable.

After about ten minutes of walking, the distance between the left and right sides gradually widened, and the light of the classical sconces embedded in the walls was scattered.

Around the corner, a retro-shaped iron door appeared in front of him, and he pressed the handle on the door, and as the gap opened little by little, the strong sunlight poured in like crowded seawater, illuminating behind him.

Venason couldn't open his eyes for a moment, he covered it with his hands, and between his fingers, he saw the beautifully decorated wide hall, saw the rows of heavy wooden bookshelves, and saw Joseph Paxton sitting in an office chair not far away, holding a newspaper, and not much energy.

Fasranka Fool's Morning Post...... Stupid... Fool?

Good name...... Wienerson silently read the name of the headline in the newspaper, and the headlines of the day.

"A new era has come, the first elite cannon has been successfully equipped on the ironclad ship, and the future will be a collision of technology and civilization."

"There was a major safety incident at Lexington Hospital, and the closure is being adjusted for three days."

"Florence, an unknown island has been discovered in the Scandinavian White Desert, and the Poseidon Church has gone to investigate!"

......

Lexington Hospital in the Seale District has a major safety incident?

Isn't that the largest public hospital in Faslanka, and there is an official background, how can there be a major accident like this?

"Vinason van der Rohe."

Joseph Paxton's low, gentle voice suddenly sounded, startling Vinathan, who was staring at the newspaper.

"Hello, Mr. Joseph." Venason hurriedly straightened his clothes and bent down.

"Didn't expect to meet in advance, is there anything wrong?"

He put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at Venasson, a hint of exhaustion flashing in his deep gray-blue eyes.

"I'm here to ask for help, and someone has been watching me these days." Venason replied truthfully and briefly.

"Surveillance? You came from church? ”

He leaned back, raised his palm and rubbed his temples, and he could see that he had used a lot of force.

"Yes, I told the bishop who was preaching, and after identifying myself, he asked a priest to lead me here."

After listening to the report of Wienerson's text message, Joseph bowed his head slightly, he casually picked up the pipe from the table, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then took out a match from the drawer, lit the pipe, took a puff, and spit out the gray-white smoke ring, and the tiredness on his face disappeared a lot in an instant.

"It's still uncertain whether it's the Eighth Asylum, after all, many ancient secret organizations have calculated with each other, and the reason why they are monitoring and not acting rashly, the watchdog should know that you are now a member of the Honavich Church, and he has some scruples."

Without waiting for Wienerson to speak, Joseph continued:

"I'll send more night watchmen to purge the watchers immediately, but this is only temporary, they are targeted by ancient secret organizations, and it won't be so easy to get rid of them, even if they are cleared now, it won't be long before new madmen will be targeted."

"What should I do?"

Venason asked in a deep voice, he was not afraid of being targeted, after all, he was now a clergyman and had a certain ability to deal with danger.

The main thing is that they are afraid of Erin, Mies, Gropius, and they are afraid that Asylum No. 8 will hurt their families, and for madmen, as long as they can achieve their goals, everything else doesn't matter.

"Go to St. Hornavich University as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow, that's the only way." Joseph took another puff from his pipe, and there was not a ripple in his gray-blue eyes.

"Tomorrow?" Vinason asked rhetorically.

"That's right." Joseph nodded affirmatively, "Anyway, it's close to school, and it's just a matter of catching up with the schedule ahead of schedule." ”

"Okay." Venason took a breath, took a breath, took a farewell, and turned around to leave the room.

He originally wanted to have another reunion dinner with his family, and then leave to report to the university, but judging from the current situation, he had to leave early.

At this moment, the iron door behind her creaked open, and a girl with long sea blue hair hurriedly walked in, her delicate face shrouded in dark clouds, and her eyebrows tightly twisted together.

The young girl was in her early twenties, wearing a white Ghent-style court dress, with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, skirt and other places, which made her face more and more beautiful.

"Captain, it's not good......" The girl was stunned for a moment, but the words that had just reached her mouth stopped, and her eyes quickly focused on the young man full of melancholy temperament in front of her.

"You're... Vinason? ”

"Ahh I am. Venason looked at the girl, looking at her green eyes like crystals, and he unconsciously touched his cheek, "Miss, do you know me?" ”

"Involving transcendent events don't die, you're already a celebrity in Hornavich."

The girl in the court dress did not say much about this problem, she turned to Joseph and said:

"Captain, Besik... The body temperature has reached 43 degrees......"

Joseph listened with a calm face, stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Bennet's dispel magic failed?"

"There is no failure, but there is too much mental remaining." After saying that, the girl lowered her head, and her bangs were scattered on both sides.

Dispersal rituals? Mental remnants?

Venason was stunned by the words of the girl in front of him, and looked at the two of them a little blankly, always feeling that something was missing.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind, the silver-haired young man, the young man carrying the bronze lantern, he was not here......

Thinking about it, Venason was startled, and inexplicably had some bad feelings.

"Do you have important things to do right now? I know it's presumptuous to say that, but... Well... I mean, can I help? ”

Vinason didn't know how to express it, his first impression of the silver-haired boy was not too bad, and he was about to join the ranks of the Night's Watch, and he was considered a colleague, so he expressed his opinion in one breath.

Hearing Vinason's words, Joseph glanced at him, and after about three seconds, his gray-blue eyes became deep.

"Very good realization, as a clergyman, sooner or later you will come into contact with such events, you are not an outsider now, just take it as your apprenticeship for the night watchman of Hornavich, and the note will be approved again, now hurry up."

"Yes, Mr. Joseph."

After speaking, the group of three walked quickly through the iron gate and walked down the stairs.

In the dimly lit corridor, there was no sound other than the sound of clattering footsteps, which always made Venason feel that the atmosphere was quite serious, and for a while he couldn't help but regret coming along.

I don't know how long it took for Joseph to sigh and speak:

"Besik was an orphan who had been abandoned by his parents since he was a child, and his silver hair was actually the result of a serious illness as a child, a blood disease that was difficult to treat, and the first time I met him, he was watching me from the side of the street in the red light district."

"Later, I brought him to the church, under the teaching of old Frank, he entered the University of St. Hornavich, because he did not study elementary education and secondary and higher education, after entering the university, almost every day in the library, diligence is his main theme, until three years ago, the 19-year-old boy became a high-quality graduate of Hornavich University, in the long history, is also a rare existence."

Abandoned by his parents since he was a child, he also suffered from a serious illness, and he did not think of Besik's childhood memories...... I've been lucky enough in comparison.

Hopefully, it was a false alarm, Venason thought as he couldn't help but draw a sleeping and crimson sign on his chest, and prayed in a low voice:

"May Crimson bless him."

Joseph and the maiden did the same:

"May Crimson bless him."

......

The black hallway was silent, and Joseph stopped at the fork in the road.

"He's right down here, the underground necropolis."

Necropolis...... I just came to the fork in the road where I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't expect it to be a catacommodal cemetery.

Venason looked at the gray-and-white stone staircase that stretched downward, and before he could study it closely, Joseph snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, he involuntarily became dizzy, his eyes quickly became blurry, and all the colors intensified, just like the oil paintings spilled by the master painters, the red became redder, the blue became bluer, the black became blacker, and the color blocks were intertwined and overlapped, constantly changing.

Scenes like this have been experienced by Vinason more than once before, in addition to the gravity of the rubbing ring itself, there is also the spiritual shuttle of the owl messenger.

At this moment, his vision is extremely blurred, like a roller coaster, but his thinking is very clear, and he no longer has the same headache and mental state as when he was an ordinary person, and he is about to collapse.

Gradually, he saw his surroundings clearly, all the colors were separated again, and the walls on either side of the staircase gradually revealed the elegant shape of the gas lamps, each of which was filled with a gray and illusory mist, which dispelled the darkness and brought some peace.

"It's the Crimson Mist, a necessary gateway to every catacommodator, and it's designed to prevent anyone from trespassing into the Necropolis."

The navy-blue haired girl in a court dress followed behind Joseph, staring at her feet, step by step, walking cautiously.

"Crimson Mist?"

Venason frowned slightly, it was the first time he had heard the word.

"That's right, Crimson Mist, strictly speaking, Crimson Mist is one of the guardians of the Church of St. Hornavich."

"There are a lot of strange species in this world, they are not necessarily living beings, they may be objects, such as scarecrows on the edge of the field, gloves that are usually worn, ancient mottled bronze mirrors, ancient gold coins, and so on."

"Sometimes these things seem normal, but in fact they are not normal at all, and they will even have the characteristics of being alive, and when you go to St. Hornavich University, you will systematically understand this knowledge."

The girl was talking as she looked at the road, and suddenly, she turned her head to look at Venasson, and the boy's reflection was reflected in her green eyes.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Elena Saslya, it's nice to meet you, we should be teammates in the future."