In the evening, the city of Faslanka is bathed in a soft orange glow.

Under the sunset, the red, purple, orange, and yellow colors are intertwined like a beautiful oil painting.

Before night had completely fallen, a large and small crimson moon hung on the swan curtain, and in the distance, on the bell tower, a flaxen-colored owl stopped at the spire, staring at a humanoid vertebrae nailed above, letting the wind whistle by, and not moving as if waiting for something.

The gas street lamps on both sides of Mink Street flickered slightly, emitting a dim glow.

Pedestrians on the streets had become scarce, and except for the occasional sound of horse-drawn carriages, all that remained were workers who had been tired all day, dressed in shabby overalls, with a hint of exhaustion and worry on their faces.

Mink Street, 2nd Floor, No. 6 Detached House!

After half an hour's rest, Venason sat on a wooden chair with a white quill in his hand, staring at the convex belly window directly in front of him, reminiscing about the events of the day.

Besik should have been picked up by now by the people at church headquarters, and he was contaminated in Lexington Hospital, from Eve, the king of angels.

This mythical creation, which exists only in ancient legends, may seem very far away from me, but it is actually happening all around me, and in any case, Erin must not be allowed to go to the vicinity of Lexington Hospital until the cause is thoroughly understood.

Thankfully, the hostile gaze of the morning is now gone, and is supposed to be the result of the "purge" of Mr. Frank, the night watchman.

It's hard to believe that the generous landlord, Mr. Frank, was also one of the night watchmen, which is consistent with my previous suspicions, so that his real purpose in giving me a replacement apartment is obvious.

When I was enjoying dinner just now, I vaguely felt that Irene's emotions had become complicated, and I could see that she was reluctant to give up my brother.

After getting along for so long, to be honest, I can't bear her sister and two older brothers, but before I know it, I have integrated into this big family and enjoy being their younger brother.

In the midst of all his thoughts, Venason stopped the quill in his hand, looked at the diary written on it, let out a long breath, tore it off and lit it, the crimson flame suddenly rose into a wisp of green smoke, with black embers, and drifted into the black trash can next to him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The second time I played, I hope it won't be too bad!"

He nodded imperceptibly, took out the silver pocket watch in his pocket, and opened it with a click, confirming the time.

"11:56 ......"

Venason didn't think much more, he put away his pocket watch, leaned back on the wooden chair, and chose a comfortable position, his eyes once again abstracted as he rubbed the bronze ring on his index finger.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Rubbing for the third time, his body suddenly fell rapidly, as if sinking into the boundless sea of oil paintings, the sound of waves crashing against the reef in his ears, but the whispers in his heart.

Vinason controlled himself in a meditative way, trying not to listen.

As time passed, the murmurs and whispers receded, his body lightened, his spirituality lightened, and everything drifted away.

A huge burning bonfire appeared in his sight, the endless gray and white sea gently rippling, and the shining points of light around him were far and near, like eyes hidden in the Milky Way.

The city of Lalaye, above the old royal court, the majestic royal court like the abode of giants still stands, and has existed here for millions of years.

Venason looked at the bronze throne against his back, the gray and white sea slowly rising, evolving into a black hooded robe, enveloping the whole body, like an ancient shape.

"Honorable and high master, your lowly and insignificant servant Gorot is at your disposal."

It's you, Grote! No more than three seconds each time, and you surprised me with your punctuality!

"Start dreaming!"

Without much preparation, Venason directly stretched out his right hand and touched the bonfire, forming an invisible connection in the crimson flames, connecting the two white dots.

.........

Storm-ravaged Black Forest Islands, Gresem, Poseidon Church.

Jack S. D. Sparrow shut himself in the living room in the church's backyard, sitting at a wooden table with a dim glow of a wall lamp above him, a brass pocket watch spread out on the table, and the hands clattering.

"The light of the sea god shrouds the entire church, including this one, I wonder if Mr. 'Old Day' can really ......"

Before he finished speaking, the hour, minute, and second hands on his pocket watch were just pointing to the correct position, when Jack suddenly heard the sound of rough waves.

He frowned, and the moment he came back to his senses, there were no more wooden tables, walls, or anything in front of him, but instead layers of gray and white water......

..........

Hutton Marr, Casston District.

Lilith. Moore slept on a bed of camphor wood beautifully carved in a baroque style, leaning on a velvet pillow made of lace, her eyes fixed on the gold pocket watch in her palm, her ruby eyes blinking, waiting for the hands to return at 12 o'clock.

"It's coming!"

Her delicate cheeks were instantly painted with a touch of frenzy, and the moment the second hand pointed to 12 o'clock, the sound of the waves crashing against the reef exploded, and the gray and white waters set off a wild wave in front of her eyes......

.........

Above the royal court in the old days, in the ancient and majestic palace, the bronze round table with the tail of the tail surrounds the bonfire, and the shadow is full of shadows in the red firelight, reflecting it, mottled and ancient.

As soon as Lilith Moore's figure appeared, the spiritual power rushed over, and I unexpectedly found that the other party's spiritual body had become different, and the slightest spiritual power was mixed in, and occasionally leaked, which was one of the manifestations of just touching the transcendent and becoming a priest.

She became a clergyman?

Venason looked away, and suddenly noticed that the pattern behind the gray robe of Miss "County Lord" had changed in a new way.

Directly beneath the Hidden Eye and twisted tentacles, the grey-white waters squirmed rapidly, reforming a new illusory symbol.

"Water Soul!"

A symbol that symbolizes the "water soul"!

Venason is already familiar with all kinds of initial profane cards, and it is not difficult to understand the symbols on them.

It turned out that Miss "County Lord" touched the 'Water Soul' card, I remember that this kind of card can attract all kinds of supernatural powers, and it also has a certain degree of observation, I don't know how much of this observation can be exerted in the old royal court?

Forget it, no matter how many percent there are, I have to play it seriously in the future, so as not to be found flawed and expose my fake ancient existence.

Venason secretly settled down, and as before, crossed his hands against his chin, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Miss 'County Lord', you have become a priest with a touch of transcendence."

Lilith and Jack were stunned at the same time, could he directly see through the transcendent body?

Generally speaking, unless it is deliberately expressed, or it has reached a high sequence level, and it has a very strong sense of oppression, it is difficult to see through it in a low sequence.

"Congratulations on your successful entry into the clergy, sooner than I thought." Jack S. D. Sparrow said calmly.

Lilith stood up, lifted the hem of her black robe, and saluted with a light smile:

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Old, thank you, Mr. Deep Sea."

Jack nodded slightly, and after a few seconds, he turned his gaze to the old gentleman sitting leisurely on the bronze throne at the top of the Ouroboros.

Is Mr. "Old Day" waiting for something?

At the same time, Lilith also cast her eyes on the old man shrouded in gray and white water, and the same thought in her heart had the same idea as Jack.

Venason knew what the two members were thinking, and he spread out his palms and said with a smile:

"Ma'am, sir, wait a moment, the new member needs to wait a while."

"New members?"

Lilith was shocked at first, they had just joined the Yantu Society, and this was only the second meeting, and it turned out that there were new members?

"Deep Sea" Jack also nodded secretly, curious about the sudden arrival of a new member by Mr. Old Day.

Presumably a lucky guy with an ancient relic, but being favored by a big man like Mr. Old may have hidden a lot of secrets.

"Hehe, let's get together!" Venason spoke in a rather godlike voice, and as soon as he reached out with his palm, the crimson flames on the campfire rose suddenly, and in the light of the fire, they saw a crack in a thick old stone door blown open by a hurricane.

.........

High on the mountain, an ethereal city.

Ancient stone walls carved with mysterious runes and motifs surround the gray town, and on the white-salt stone paved streets, groups of exploration parties sit around the stone piers, armed with bows and arrows or long swords, discussing the time of the next exploration.

Boom –

A bolt of silver-white lightning fell, followed by a loud roar.

Link's eyes flashed, and he faintly heard the sound of water crashing against stones, and in his sight, there was an endless gray ripple.

"Guynon's strength has increased again, and six hours ago, I heard that only one person from the former exploration team had returned."

"What are you afraid of, we have Lord Link here, don't forget the lord's prophecy, the brave man draws the sword of the master and will eventually kill Ganon."

"Haha, yes, yes, we've got Lord Link here."

"Eh, Where's Lord Link?"

"Lord Link, ...... gone"

Members of the exploration team, you look at me, I look at you, and I didn't notice that Link, who was sitting next to him just now, had disappeared, leaving only an empty stone pier......

.........

The gray, rippling, deserted and quiet ancient palace appeared to him again, and the old days that sat upright and shrouded in rich sea slowly appeared.

Venason looked at Link's figure, his head slightly bowed invisibly.

Summoned to come and go, strictly speaking, this can be regarded as the words described in the Shuangwen novel, right, or the big boss behind the scenes? .

"Fate, we meet again." He said with a smile in Alpine language.

Link looked down at his gradually condensed arm, and was once again shocked by what had happened, he lowered his head and said, respectfully:

"Hello, Mr. Old Day."

What is Mr. Old Day talking to him?

Lilith and Jack asked at the same time, as far as they were concerned, Mr. Old was speaking a language that did not belong to any country in the North and South Continents to the new members not far away, and the roots of the words sounded extremely obscure, comparable to the ancient Lun and Ancient Hermes!