Saturday, December 25.

A humble chapel on the outskirts of Beckland.

The cold wind blew, and a crow with a chill under its wings flew into the church door, bringing in a few blades of grass, which landed on the back of the prayer bench in the front row, shaking off the gray-green grass clippings that dotted the black feathers, and arranging its own feathers.

A few small reptiles clinged to it stealthily, and as the blades of grass landed, they quickly crawled under the chairs, disappearing into the church.

"It seems that something did happen between you and Zoya that I didn't know about."

As these words appeared, a white-robed priest appeared on the bench holding a cross in his hand and bowing his head reverently.

He didn't appear out of thin air, but he was here all the time, and when he didn't want to be in front of anyone, no one could see him.

The black crow raised its head, and its right eye was covered with a circle of white hair, as if it were wearing a pair of glasses:

"The back door of the abyss was destroyed, and the main body was tracking down clues related to the characteristics of the 'mysterious waiter' in the mysterious place, so he gave me the permission to know 'Zoya' and shared the corresponding memories before sending me to Beckland."

The priest opened his eyes and looked at the cross erected in front of the church, his gaze as clear as that of a baby, without any emotion or emotion:

"Zoya is forced to use the 'Thief' trait, and has your unique projection and the Worm of Time on her body, which makes it difficult for her to exert her powers."

"She?"

The black crow suddenly jumped up, and when it fell again, sitting a meter away from the priest was already a young man in a black wizard's robe and a black peaked hat.

The shadow of the brim of his hat cast on his thin face, and the black curls hung down to his ears, which hung right in front of the monocle of crystal glasses on his right eye when the young man tilted his head, making his eyes through the lenses look particularly dark.

"Why do you say 'she'?"

The priest's hand was tightly grasped on the cross, his fingertips rubbed against the olive branch, and a gentle smile of remembrance appeared at the corners of his mouth, which, though not noticeable by his beard, suddenly enlivened his already empty countenance of compassion, though there was still no wavering in his eyes:

"My father's vision came true. Zoya fulfilled her father's expectations of 'her' in a way we didn't know about when we didn't know it. ”

The young man lifted his monocle and hooked the corners of his mouth: "How is it possible?" Without her father's help, how could Zoya break through the hope of 'humanity'? I caught Him once in Godforsaken Land more than a hundred years ago, and Zoya was still only a 'shell' at that time, and nothing had changed at all. ”

The young man even glanced at the priest suspiciously: "You have not been promoted, I don't think anyone can give Zoya 'humanity'. ”

The priest's expression returned to calm: "Actually, I am not sure that even if I am promoted to 'Visionary'. You know Zoya's peculiarity, unless her father is resurrected to regain control of the Chaos Sea. ”

"So what are you talking about?" The young man cocked Erlang's legs, and he was not respectful to the cross in front of him, but stared at its edge very indifferently.

"I'm just amazed at such a miracle."

"Miracle...... Can this also be counted? ”

The young man seemed to despise such a statement, and his fingers made a circle on his knee, slowly tapping at the center of the circle, as if thinking about something.

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll go to Beckland to find Him. I'll have to get Zoya back to her body sooner rather than later. ”

The priest called out to the young man: "There will be a big event in Beckland in the near future, so there is no need to be in such a hurry. ”

"The sooner you find Zoya, the sooner you can squeeze his good luck that everything goes well, how can you not be in a hurry?" The young man's smile deepened, "If he really became 'her' as you said, maybe I could directly parasitize Zoya, which makes me look forward to it." ”

"She has your doppelganger by her side, a doppelganger who is cut off from your body."

The young man's footsteps turned back, a streamer crossed his monocle, and the dark eyes below stared intently at the priest's side face: "No wonder you found news of Him before I did, he actually found a way to bypass the main body......"

"I was pleasantly surprised."

The young man chuckled twice, then turned his head and turned his gaze to the door of the church: "You have an appointment?" ”

"It's the informant who can help you track down Zoya, I'll leave it to you."

The young man half-squinted his eyes and smiled happily: "That means it doesn't matter if you kill him or parasitize him, right?" ”

The priest did not answer, but lowered his head and resumed his original prayer posture.

That's the default "yes".

——

Calwin walked into the chapel in a trance.

It never seemed to be here, no one from a nearby village would come here to pray, no one realized that there was a church here, it didn't even belong to any Orthodox Church, it was just a landmark that never existed, a splash of painting that had been abruptly sprinkled on blank paper.

But this chapel seems to have been quiet here for a long time, like a stone pillar in the wind and waves, maintaining its own peace and earth, undisturbed or affected by the outside world.

Calwin remembered that he had made an appointment with someone, but he didn't remember when or with whom he would meet, only that he should come.

A fly flew behind Calwin, and as if sensing the hotter temperature of a human, it quietly rested on the back of his trench coat and rubbed its front feet leisurely.

Calwin walked into the chapel in a dazed and peaceful manner, and he walked straight to the first row, and naturally sat down a few seats away from the black-haired youth, as if he had booked a place in advance.

"Hey." The black-haired youth greeted briskly.

Calvin was awakened by the sound and subconsciously got up from his chair, only then did he realize where he had gone, he looked around in disbelief, and soon regained his detached composure, silently looking at the young man who greeted him.

"You're also a 'spectator', would you mind sitting down and talking? Don't worry, I'm not going to be violent against you, I'm not that savage. ”

The black-haired young man's right hand grabbed casually, and Calvin felt the light in front of him light up, and his sunglasses disappeared from the bridge of his nose, and he was being held by the young man in his hand.

The young man swept Calwin's peculiar amber eyes and casually hung the pair of sunglasses on the front of his robe: "So he is a member of the Alchemy Society or the Hermit Society?" Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Calvin knew that the priest who had given him the spell with the "invisible" effect was also here.

But he didn't reappear, which sent chills through Calvin's body.

The young man stared at Calwin for a few seconds, and suddenly frowned: "He was influenced by Zoya?" ”

"They had contact and even fought, but I don't know what Zoya did to him. Because of Zoya's special approach, you should be able to detect this better than I do. ”

It was only after this voice that Calwin saw the priest suddenly appear on the pew, and he was sitting very close to the black-robed young man, bending down in prayer.

"Well, let me take a closer look at you," the young man stood up and walked leisurely in the direction of Calwin, "I don't know what chaotic trajectory the canary has left behind. ”

Even the "audience", only the low-sequence Calvin could not be completely free from fear, and instinctively he wanted to step back, only to find that his body was no longer listening.

The smile on the young man's face was very pleasant, but there was not much smile in his black eyes, but a mockery full of malice: "Don't worry, it won't make you feel pain." ”

Calwin suddenly remembered where he had seen similar looks.

The demonic crow.

——

Calwin stumbled out of the church, forgetting why he was so frightened, and only ran with instinctive fear, like a frightened beast, briefly losing the ability to think.

The priest raised his eyes and swept over the black-haired youth, whose face was not very good-looking, and the smile that always hung on his lips disappeared:

"He doesn't even have a fate to take, and I don't want this to happen to me, and he can't escape the shallow parasitism anyway."

"Now you know." The priest closed his eyes and smiled.

The black-haired young man pushed his monocle: "'Luna', it sounds so weird, why doesn't he honestly use the name given by his father?" ”

"Of course, it's because I don't want to have anything to do with the 'gods.'"

The black-haired young man pondered for a moment, then smiled again: "Do you just want to escape from his own fate......

"She's a 'thief' now." The priest said this in a calm tone, but he meant something else.

The black-haired youth did not reply to this sentence, but stood up decisively.

The black crow with white eyes fluttered its wings and flew out of the church, and the priest did not look up, but looked down in the direction of the ground:

"You did do something to Zoya."

An ant crawled slowly past the priest's feet, stiff from the cold winter temperatures, and did not pay attention to the priest's gaze behind it.

——

Esther sat in the inn room, the charcoal between the fireplaces burning red, so that she could stay indoors and enjoy the warmth.

The rain fell from the sky as thin as a hair, slowly wrapping around Backerland's shadow, knocking on every glass window it passed.

The weather was not suitable for going out, so she lazily curled up on the couch, holding a few magazines she had bought from the front desk, and the new book by the writer Fluth Wall was in the works, and the writer of the report seemed to like Ms. Furth's previous book, "Stormstorm Cottage," and was looking forward to the new book that would be released in the near future.

The Soot Reduction Association of the Kingdom of Rune once again issued a statement, calling on residents to take practical actions to reduce the harm of smog, urging the House of Representatives to pass the "Anti-Pollution Bill" and the "Flue Gas Emission Reduction Bill" as soon as possible to take further control.

There have been a few more strikes in the East End and the Docklands, and there have been calls for improvements in the poor working conditions of the workers who are completely disproportionate to the long hours and meagre wages, but these things have been ignored as the House of Lords is still in the midst of the divisive turmoil caused by the death of Duke Negan.

Esther turned the pen in her hand, and her gaze went beyond the report in black and white to fall on Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi tilted his head and looked back at her: "What are you thinking?" ”

"I always feel that the weather is very bad." Esther said.

The sound of "rustling" rain washed the walls outside the window, and the sound became quieter and quieter.

The rain has stopped, but there is still no sun shining here.