After this, Esther rarely stayed in the cabin honestly.

Klein placed the satchel on the desk for her, and the lark pulled out a handkerchief, then stepped on the satchel for a moment, as if to confirm her sovereignty.

Then the bird lay down in the hollow and closed its eyes, spread its wings and buried its head underneath, and the handkerchief was just the size of its body:

"I might have to sleep a little bit......"

"Do you want me to get something for you? Water or food? ”

Klein asked.

But he didn't receive any response, and Crane looked sideways, and the lark's body was still slowly undulating, and the exposed light laurel yellow tufts of flickering were constantly shimmering.

She was still in poor condition, and the act of drawing energy from the snake's body was not a substitute for her previous consumption, what was the origin of that snake?

Klein immediately remembered the serpent of mercury - Will Unsetin's paper crane was still on him, and he didn't mind contacting them one more time before entering the seas to the east to ask for news about Light, Skylark, and Zoya.

Just as Klein removed the spiritual wall, the Future jerked, and he immediately rushed to the window to look out.

The waves were crashing against the side of the ship, and the thunderbolt was crashing and cleave, close to the window.

Klein immediately realized the reason why the "Future" suddenly fell into a storm, the previous flight distance was too fast, I am afraid that Gadelia could not control the direction steadily, and the ship flew dangerously and dangerously into the sea area with abnormal weather.

However, the luck of the "Future" was not bad, and thanks to the efforts of the crew, it was soon back on its safe course, and the heavy waves did not swallow the intruder, and it stayed in the place where it raged day and night.

Crane let go of the "Poseidon" realm charm in his hand, and looked back at Esther, the lark was sleeping very soundly, and was not even affected by the turbulence of the ship.

It was a night full of trouble......

Crane let out a long breath and went into the bathroom to make bedtime preparations, including writing on the edge of the paper crane what he wanted to ask Will Unsetin: "Have you heard about 'Zoya' and the lark?" What are the dangers to be aware of when going to the easternmost part of the Sunia Sea in search of mermaids? ”

He wrote it along with a plea for help for the journey.

Prior to this, Crane had asked Azik Eggers about the legend of "Zoya", but the information he received was rather vague.

The only thing that is clear in Mr. Azik's reply is that the name "Zoya" existed in the more distant Tertiary period or even earlier, but this existence has left no traces, only a few rumors within some of the "thief" families, and Mr. Azik does not know the specifics.

And this time, seeing the strange lines in the snake's body, Crane decided to ask Will, who was also a "fate" path.

He didn't want to tell too many people about Esther's acquaintance with him, because Esther had already been involved in enough trouble, and if he met Zoya's new enemy, it would easily expose the friendship between the two.

Not to mention that Amon is still trying to track down the "Fool" with "Zoya......

It was a headache for Crane to think about, and Esther had described to him the abilities Amon had shown, that he could steal anything, which was unbelievable.

Crane placed the crane under the pillow and finally lay down on the bed, trying to clear his mind and adjust his state with the help of meditation so that he could sink into the dream as quickly as possible.

——

A black wasteland with minarets.

The absence of the giant white snake made the already vast space extremely cold, and Crane soon made his way to the bottom of the tower, following the chaotic and chaotic staircase and gate to the deepest room.

In the old place where the two used to meet, the tarot cards were scattered all over the place, forming a whole circle.

On the raised ground in the middle, dense text is clearly visible, and the beginning part looks rather scribbled, showing the anxiety of the owner of this place.

Whether Will writes directly or concretizes these contents, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood:

"Since you're going to ask me about 'Zoya,' and I have to guess that He has contact with you, and I can't tell Him about it, that's no different to me than putting myself in His mouth.

"But I believe you have a way of refusing a request from Him, and that's what I see in you, a little bit of hope. I hope you can help hide my existence, and I can promise to help you in the future by doing something that is not beyond the limits of my ability.

"I can't tell you too much, that though He is empty of a person and has no substance, He can still gain power and repair Himself by devouring my extraordinary qualities. I'm not sure what state Zoya is in right now, but he is only a real threat to my path, and you don't need to be afraid of his presence.

"'Zoya' is not a mythical creature, not an extraordinary being, not even a true god or an evil god, all I can tell you is this."

Reading these words, Crane's hand subconsciously tightened.

Esther's head was a ticking time bomb, and Wille Onsetin's description of "Zoya" was like a possessed spirit.

The blank space of the crumpled crane was too narrow for Klein to leave with more questions, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, from the uneasiness of weakness.

Crane's gaze quickly scanned the rest of the content, and Will warned of the dream realm after the night fell in the sea, because it contained the power left by the gods, and the depths of the dream were extremely dangerous.

The rest of the tips are for the anomalies of the day, and there are corresponding ways to avoid them, mermaids can't live in too dangerous areas, as long as they sail inside, it won't be difficult to find them.

Klein sighed in his heart, this time he only went to sea to promote the secret puppet master, and he didn't know what to do with the promotion sequence four, and the formula and potion would be even more difficult to find.

Esther's path to promotion seems to be an easy one, and it seems to be the envy of other extraordinaires, but she is now under more and more intense influence, and if she continues to be promoted, she ......

Will it be constantly changed or even replaced by "Zoya"?

Klein quickly suppressed the thought that popped into his mind, refusing to ponder it along the lines.

Maybe Esther is just showing signs of losing control because she doesn't "play", maybe I should remind her of that.

Klein tried to think on the positive side, but he couldn't dispel the uneasiness that was lingering in his mind.

——

The next morning, Esther still hadn't fully recovered her spirits.

"Do you need me to bring you something from the restaurant?"

The lark rolled over, completely shrunk his exposed head under the handkerchief, and his voice sounded wistful: "Thank you, no need, I still seem to be indigestion......"

Crane picked up a feather from the bottom of his half-height silk top hat and put it back on top of his head: "Then you have a good rest." ”

He stared at the lark's location for another two seconds, and decided to let Esther rest first, and then talk to her about the "runaway tendencies", and he didn't know if Esther was willing to talk, and she seemed to be hiding more and more things now......

Klein laughed self-deprecatingly, why wasn't he like that himself?

The mad adventurer put on his long trench coat, and fortunately yesterday he went straight back to his room in order to house the larks. Otherwise, the suit would have been soaked in the storm, and he would have had to wear the crewneck shirt and wide-legged pants in the box.

After Klein left, Esther continued to be blindfolded, drowning in a hazy feeling of being half asleep.

Silence returned to the room, but not for long.

"Future" suddenly rose and fell, and the carp shook like a stiff.

Esther's eyes widened instantly, and in the next second, a strong sense of weightlessness caused her to be tossed off the table.

Seeing that the ceiling was getting closer and closer, and a close encounter was about to come, the lark quickly twisted his body in mid-air, flapping his wings lightly and flying.

Esther looked around in annoyance, not understanding what was going on, as all the items that were not fixed were thrown off, and all of them hit the top of her head by inertia.

Esther didn't know if she should fly to the restaurant to see if it was going to get worse than that, right?

Suddenly, the descent of the Future was halted by external forces, and the ship flew upwards again, everything changing direction and slamming into the ground, barely returning to where they were supposed to be.

Wandering around the room, Esther flew back to her table, her eyes falling to the window, and the sunlight outside seemed to be hot and dazzling at noon.

But it smelled like blood.

Her heart beat suddenly.

Esther hung her head suddenly, not because of the overly exuberant light, but because of her uncontrollable emotions, which even triggered a physiological reaction that made Esther breathe hard, and the lark's body trembled uncontrollably.

Pain of unknown origin echoed in Esther's senses, she knew it wasn't her, but she couldn't refuse the waves of grief, forced to experience the emotions of the other.

The lark buried its head deep under its wings, and the pain of cracking from the inside out kept coming from the depths of Esther's mind.

She whispered, "Are you sad?" ”

There was no response, only the reverberating sorrow that lingered in Esther's consciousness, like a ghost trapped in distant time.

The lark flapped her wings, but fortunately Esther was used to the feeling of flying, and even if she didn't have to concentrate too much, she was able to fly over this distance and land on the ledge.

Outside is a sea of gold.

To be more precise, the sky and the sea are covered with gold-like flames at the same time, and the golden yellow is constantly burning, emitting a blinding light that never seems to stop.

It was as if the hottest sun had ever fallen here, but its remnants refused to acknowledge its destruction, still firmly radiating light and heat.

Esther felt a little blurry in front of her, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Do you cry too? It doesn't seem to fit who you have always been. ”

The lark lifted its wings and stroked the teardrops from the corners of its eyes with its soft wings, and the down feathers mixed with the liquid were itching all the time.

It's really strange that an existence like "Zoya" also has "feelings" similar to human beings? Aren't the gods always on high?

Esther thought this, and she began to feel sad, too.

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