Three vials sit at the end of a long bronze table, alongside a silver-white mask and a bark-colored notebook.

The "Lies" mask was prepared by Audrey in advance, because "Justice" wanted to hide her original appearance and did not want "Star" to detect her true identity, so she sacrificed this magical item in advance and prepared it to be used when exploring.

Of course, Klein didn't mind, he was adjusting his spiritual state for today's adventure, and did the last few divinations to ensure safety.

The skin of Grossell's Travels is extremely hard, and Klein once guessed that it was a dragon skin, and thought that it was probably some kind of imaginary material.

An indestructible shield and an indestructible spear, if it were the "utopian dragon" of the ancient gods, would you be able to imagine that kind of thing? Or maybe the ancient sun god could?

Klein sat in the position of "The World", maintaining the appearance of Gelman Sparrow, waiting for the time to pass.

He glanced up overhead, where a rather faint ball of light was hovering, with only a few points of light circling inside.

The key was completely broken, and when Crane climbed the gray fog again, he saw a lost "light bulb".

Klein didn't know what the law of "charging" these points of light was, but he suspected that it had something to do with the dream, or the people hanging in the light cocoon, since it was not controlled, let it continue on the gray fog, and keep it in its original state.

You can't give Nornes any more food anyway.

It was almost midnight, a time that had been agreed upon by the two of them, and Klein touched the two crimson stars belonging to Justice and Star, pulling them above the gray mist.

Both of them looked at the end of the table at the same time, and saw several things placed in front of the "world".

After a brief introduction to the book as a relic of the "Dragons of Fantasy", Klein pushes the "Lies" mask to Miss "Justice" and asks the two one last time:

"My divination shows that it's not completely safe inside, but there won't be any danger that we can't solve, are you ready?"

"Of course, I promised you." "Star" replied first.

"Justice" nodded in agreement and put the "lie" on his face: "I don't have a problem. ”

"Then let's go."

"World" said indifferently, pouring out a little of the blood from each of the three vials and smearing it on the cover of "Grossell's Travels".

The eyes of the three of them suddenly flickered, and in the next second, the goose-feather-like snow blew down on their heads and faces, and in less than a minute, it was covered with a layer of white foam on the top of their heads and shoulders.

"This is a fantasy world? Can't see any difference at all......"

As soon as Leonard opened his mouth, a few snowflakes were blown into his mouth by the cold wind like a bone scraper, and he snorted several times before he spat out the cold snow foam that had melted on the tip of his tongue.

Audrey spread out her palms and caught two snowflakes, and the chill in her palms did not have any false feeling.

Only then did Leonard realize that the other "righteous" lady had already put on a silver-white mask, and Gelman Sparrow showed a cold face without care, but that was not Klein's original appearance.

Only Leonard has no concealment, and he, as an official extraordinary, has long been accustomed to showing his appearance openly and ignoring this.

Leonard tried to contain his inner embarrassment, but the subtle changes in his expression still did not escape Audrey's observation.

This "audience" will not deliberately break it, but just smile and divert his gaze, staring at others for too long is not the behavior of a lady: "There seems to be a city ahead? ”

"Yes, let's go first."

The city was still faintly visible in the blizzard, and the façade alone was fifteen meters high.

The soldiers guarding the gate were wrapped in leather armor and thick fur cloaks, and if they wore armor in this weather, their skin would be stained, and the cold wind would run through the cracks in the armor, far less warm than anything with fur.

Except for the occasional caravan with goods, the rest of the time they huddled behind the cracks in the buildings, trying to escape the raging blizzard.

Klein pointed in the direction of the city gate, "We're going to visit now, it's the ascetic of the Third Age. ”

They walked through streets that did not resemble the current era, and the architecture of the buildings reminded Audrey of a scene from hundreds of years ago that had been recorded in history books.

On the way, she even saw a plaque of the "Pesot's Blacksmiths' Guild" with a thick layer of snow like a felt hat.

As a few people passed by another "No Back Door" sign, Leonard couldn't help but ask, "Strange, can you read those words?" ”

"Me too."

Klein nodded: "The text here does not need to be translated by us, skipping the process of 'reading', and it can be understood directly." ”

Audrey was a little excited: "This is some application of the ability of the 'audience'?" ”

"Possibly, most likely, it's a kind of setting for the 'characters' to communicate with each other – after all, the story can only be told in one main language."

As he spoke, Crane patted off a snowflake on his shoulder, and led the two into the alley, using a nearby building as a shelter to escape the unrelieved cold wind.

No one saw the three outsiders, and "illusion" and "psychological invisibility" turned them into ghosts in the city, with only the footprints of three rows of companions left on the ground, and it would not be long before they were wiped out by the flying snow.

On a corner of the city of Pesot, there is a church made of stones.

The exterior of the building looked very rough, but the altar placed inside was exquisite, the wooden cross was smooth and natural, and a tall figure with a vague face overlapped with it in front of it, carrying the huge cross.

A middle-aged man was sitting on a wooden bench in the front row, his head hanging in front of the idol, focused on prayer.

His plain white robe was washed and peeled, and it was evident that several sewn threads were exposed, and his bare skin, including his arms and feet, was covered with old scars, making his whole body look like a tattered and sewn garment.

However, it was such a middle-aged man, who had the same peace in his brows, and who showed a kind of reverence and piety as he recited and prayed to the Lord.

Klein led Audrey and Leonard to the ascetic, and then stopped at the bench behind him:

"This is it, ascetic Snowman."

"We'll have to wait for this Mr. Snowman to fall asleep...... Are we going to wait here until the evening? Audrey tilted her head to look at the other two.

"Leave it to me."

Leonard smiled and stepped forward, directly activating his ability, his turquoise eyes turned dark and deep, turning into a night with stars falling.

And the ascetics, who had been praying with their eyes closed, had fallen asleep unconsciously.

Nightmare's extraordinary abilities. Sure enough, Mr. "Star" is the official Extraordinaire of the Night Church, well, he used to wear red gloves, and he always felt that he had forgotten to disguise himself just like today......

Thinking so in her heart, Audrey grabbed the arms of the two men, and after her eyes turned golden, the "Dream Walker" led the two companions and jumped into Snowman's dream together.

Even in the dream, Snoman is still in a church.

It is several times more majestic than the humble stone house outside, with a single person holding up a curved dome and sail arch supported by thick stone pillars, and nine non-edged domes are painted with magnificent frescoes, the number of domes corresponds to faith, symbolizing the supreme lord and the eight angels, all of which echo in different unknown frescoes.

The colors are accentuated by the dazzling light from the glass windows, stretching overhead to the ground, making it difficult to take your eyes off the delicate paintings.

The stone pillars that support them are quite large in themselves, but the churches that are divided by them still appear extraordinarily large. Klein was sure that even the giant Grossel stood here with the same sense of grandeur.

In front of the church is an altar, and at the bottom is a row of white candles in silver cups, which slowly burn themselves, lining the golden base even brighter.

The man with a blurred face carries a huge cross, and although he can't see clearly, when he looks at it, he feels compassion and gentleness, as if he is pitying the helpless lost.

Being in such a place always makes people subconsciously hold their breath and light their steps, and after Audrey let go, Klein did not hesitate to walk to the first row of benches, where Norman sat exactly the same dress as the outside world.

The "world" always shows such decisive action, and Audrey and Leonard are not surprised, and follow as soon as possible.

Audrey's gaze kept sweeping around, and she looked at the place with suppressed excitement.

"Miss 'Justice', please guide Snowman's dreams and let him speak the subconscious message, focusing on the affairs of those angel kings."

After a pause, Klein added, "And the lark, if there is a clue." ”

Audrey was stunned for a moment by this additional request, and then nodded: "Well, I see." ”

Walking up to Snowman's side, the dream changed between invisible fluctuations as Audrey's eyes rippled in circles and illusory ripples.

The direction of the altar was suddenly blurred, like a sand painting splashed with water, but soon, a new scene coalesced from it.

Towering mountain peaks, majestic figures overlapping with brilliance, and the eight angels closest to Him all fell into the eyes of the three.

Crane narrowed his eyes as he looked at the little angels flying around with musical instruments, and a few larks passed by, flying around the light and shadow in the middle.

Snowman opened his eyes, his voice was solemn and calm, and there was no other emotion on his face except respect: "Only the Holy Spirit can truly serve the Lord, this is the goal of my life......"

The three of them listened quietly to the introduction of the eight angel kings by the man in the book, and at this moment, they seemed to be pulled to that distant era.

From the first sentence, Crane understood that the ascetic had not been to the kingdom of the ancient sun god, and that these were only part of the canon of the time.

Because I think it's too easy to look like a water word count, I don't stuff the introduction of the eight angel kings......