When Klein was talking to Anderson, he knew why Esther kept probing her brain into the mural on the wall, so he simply moved closer so that Esther could see more clearly.

Esther's gaze extended with the archaic lines, outlining the delicate and beautiful countenance of Ulorius, whose wings were closed behind him, and the silver-haired man, whose eyes were closed, led the group of pilgrims among the flaming seas.

Esther looked at the fish stuck upside down in the black silt, the cross erected by the distant mountain dwellers, and the upside-down man, and felt a sense of unreality.

This strange emotion reached its peak when she looked at the lark in the mural.

The flattened lark sat on Ulorius's shoulder, just as Esther was now crouched on Klein's shoulder.

Anderson was not wrong, the lark was very similar to Esther's current appearance, especially now that the two larks were facing each other, and the eyes in the mural were calm and emotionless, but this feeling was still recognizable at a glance.

It's just that the bird in the mural has intact wings, and no pale joints are exposed.

"The murals have changed." Crane said suddenly.

Anderson nodded approvingly: "That lark was originally lifeless, but now it has opened its eyes. It's just a simple detail, but it changes the vitality of this lark, and even the whole mural becomes more vivid, which has to make people admire this ingenuity. ”

Esther looked at the lark on the mural, and it took several seconds for her voice to be lowered and whispered to Klein, "It's 'Zoya.'" ”

Anderson's hearing is quite good, but lowering his voice can't stop his gossip at all: "Zoya? So what? What is the scientific name of your bird? ”

The feathers on Esther's body almost exploded: "Why do you ask so much?" I'm not talking to you! ”

Anderson was unimpressed by the lark's annoyance: "I'm just a little curious, after all, you are so similar to the lark in this painting, it's hard to be convincing to say that it's a simple coincidence......"

Esther suddenly sneered: "Actually, I can help you solve the fate affected by the curse." ”

Anderson was choked suddenly.

"But I think bad luck is still for you." The lark said this, turning his back to Anderson.

Anderson's face was full of frustration, and he turned his gaze for help to Gelman.

Klein's face was still cold, and he was smiling in his heart.

He was even a little grateful for Anderson's appearance, and after the mural was interrupted, Esther was obviously distracted from the previous "Black Emperor" matter, and did not immediately grab him to inquire about the situation.

But after a few seconds of silence, Esther had regained her composure, and remembered the problem that had popped up in the library before.

The lark shaved Klein's shoulder with his paws, "Let's ignore this underdog and go to a clean place to talk." ”

"Hey! I have a name, okay! Anderson complained dissatisfiedly, but instead of following in the footsteps of the two of them, he stayed where he was.

Crane walked to the door of the mural hall, and Esther saw Frank, Nina, and Heath in the gray plaza outside, as well as a navigator she didn't really remember.

"Where's Gardelia?" Esther asked in a low voice, not wanting to alarm the few people outside who looked distracted.

"She's more outside."

Klein walked through the square strewn with huge arrows to get out of the black monastery, the lark's head spinning, surveying his surroundings.

Esther's expression was a little dazed: "I always feel a little familiar here. ”

"You haven't been here before when you were in the dream realm?"

Esther shook her head: "No, I used to travel through all kinds of weird dreams, and although I wasn't hurt, there was always something disgusting and evil...... You don't want to know. ”

Crane nodded, striding through the pothole-filled plaza.

The lark took a deep breath and spoke when no one was around:

"By the way, I still have a lot of things to ask you, you-"

But before he could finish saying this, the foothold under the lark's feet suddenly sank, and in the blink of an eye, Crane's figure dissolved into the air.

Esther flapped her wings twice and adjusted her balance to fly upwards so that she would not fall directly to the ground. As she circled, she also looked sideways at where Frank had been, but all of them were gone.

The lark regained its footing at the tip of an arrow, staring in disbelief at where Crane had disappeared.

"Your dreams are over......"

I can only hope that everything will go well on the "Future", and I don't know what is going on outside.

The lark hung its head, and it stayed in the square, not leaving, and waited alone.

Esther didn't know exactly what time she would have to wait.

——

Crane stood at the edge of the deck, looking around at the ruins of the sea around him.

When he heard the mermaid's song, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally found an outlet for his depressed mood.

Esther was still not awake, but she had already reached the courtyard of the Black Abbey, and if Esther hadn't left, the next time she entered the dream, Crane felt that there was still a good chance that she would meet her.

A few minutes later, Crane regained his senses from the potion effects of the "Master of the Secret Puppet" and was successfully promoted to Sequence Five.

He re-boarded the Future, and Anderson grinned against the side of the ship and greeted Gelman, who casually exchanged a few words with Klein, but was a little annoyed by Anderson's words.

Otherwise, when Esther wakes up, I'll beat up Anderson and let Esther steal the idea...... If Anderson asks what happened, he tells Anderson that he fell on his own.

Thinking so, Crane subconsciously glanced back at the ruins where there was still a faint sound of singing.

It's time to return home.

Gardelia's vocal announcements rang out throughout the ship, and the Future slowly turned around in circles and made its way along the winding course of the coming course.

Crane returned to his room, set up a spiritual wall to keep prying eyes out, and walked into the bathroom.

In addition to throwing the "wriggling hunger" that he hadn't eaten for a long time into the gray mist, Crane had more important things, he wanted to check if his control of the gray fog had changed.

The gentle light hung on the long bronze table day after day, and the "fool" sitting at the head of the table raised his hand and let the ball of light float down in his palm.

Unlike every previous time, Crane heard a buzzing sound when he held the ball of light this time. Like some vague dream, incomprehensible sounds overlapped, vibrating like bee wings, yet mixed into a dizzying movement, rising and falling chaotically.

Klein only had to be slightly distracted, and the strange sounds would immediately fade from his perception.

"Zoya." His hand squeezed outside the ball of light with slight force.

Several points of light escaped from the sphere, as if in response to Klein's words, but they quickly dissolved, lingering around for no more than three seconds.

Klein's brow furrowed immediately.

Because I still don't have full control over the gray mist, He has to respond, but through these points of light it transforms into meaningless communication? What is the reason for this evasive posture?

Could it be that "Zoya" has something to hide from the "Lord of the Spirit Realm"?

Crane smiled self-deprecatingly, and after dropping the ball of light, he headed to the depths of the gray mist, where there was a vast staircase that he had discovered since his last promotion, but there was no way to get too far.

As Klein thought, after advancing to Sequence Five, there was an extra layer of tall stairs here, but it was still one level away from completely climbing over the barrier.

Esther is right, demigods are really special, they don't reach the threshold of demigods, and the secrets hidden here won't reveal much to me at all, even if I can pry more power from the gray mist now, it's quite limited.

Crane looked at the fuzzy shell and the blackened dark green behind him, turned and jumped down the steps, back to the hall where the Tarot Society was routinely held.

Although he had some speculation in his heart, Crane still grabbed the ball of light with a faint hope, and manifested the citrine pendulum.

"Esther is still asleep."

Even though there were only spirits on the gray mist, Crane still felt a gloom that made his heart sink.

If the pendulum rotates, it will be a concrete result in either direction, but it cannot be divined now, which can only mean that "Zoya" is trying to hide this information.

Crane let go of the orb of light and watched it quietly for a moment before leaving the gray and misty hall.

As soon as he returned to the real world, Crane turned on his vision and looked at the lark lying on the table.

The silver spirit thread swayed gently, the opposite of the black spirit thread Crane had ever seen.

If you manipulate these threads directly, you may turn the unresisting lark into a secret puppet, and Crane doesn't want to try it rashly, and giving up the method of awakening Esther through this method could cause very bad consequences.

The silver thread was strange, but Crane had a hard time catching the source of the dissonance, so he turned off his vision and sat down in the chair in front of the table.

Wait until you enter the dream to see, it is best to communicate with Esther again, before just confirming each other's identities, they met the "mysterious queen", and they didn't have time to tell Esther to be wary of "Zoya's" means - Crane's spiritual intuition suddenly moved, giving him some kind of revelation.

Is it "Zoya" who really trapped Esther in her dreams? But for what?

If it is said that this sea is buried with the "Darriberg", who is closely related to "Zoya", then it cannot be ruled out that "Zoya" hopes that Esther will explore the dream world, and then use some remaining power to completely awaken......

In particular, "Zoya" is already trying to snatch control of the lark's body and wants to go to the depths of this sea.

Thinking of this, Crane's face grew more and more gloomy, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, no different from the "fool" tapping on the bronze high-backed chair on the gray mist.

In such a regular and steady percussion sound, the cage lark quietly closed its eyes and slept deeply.

(End of chapter)