"I wanted to change to a safe place, but I didn't mean to just crash in......

Esther kneaded the bridge of her nose vigorously, and the discomfort caused by the previous moment of peeping still made her feel a dull pain in her eyes.

There was no guilt in Cach's brisk voice: "You have a strong sense of crisis?"

Esther frowned, the faint sound of water was completely out of her senses, but she still had a sense of unrealization, but there was no further hint: "Not really, not to the point of being 'urgent'."

This also represents another possibility, there are threats everywhere in the vicinity, so she can't make an accurate judgment.

"If you miss it, you don't know how long it will take to see the city next time, I just want to encourage you to be decisive." Cach said this, only the tone was more obnoxious.

Kach glanced at the crow crouching on Esther's shoulder, but instead of responding to Cacher's gaze, the crow tilted its head thoughtfully - it was clear that his attention was not on the current state of affairs, but on communicating with the other doppelgangers through the connection of "uniqueness".

Kach lifted his monocle, but, of course, received no information.

"So, is there anything you can tell me?" Esther asked cheekily, and in response to Cach's smiling gaze, Asther quickly added, "I think it's still not safe here, and we'd better act quickly."

The crow on her shoulder blinked for a moment before she came back to her senses from her contemplation, "You can look for yourself, and I'll tell you what you find." Don't you want to enjoy the scenery?"

"You just did it on purpose." Esther looked at the barren and cracked ground around her, there were no mountains or rivers in the distance, and there was nothing but the dry straw-like plants.

What kind of scenery can this hell place have?

Esther sighed heavily, "You're still like that, talking and doing are completely different things, you just want me to waste my time here."

Caher shook his head, "Why, I'm just thinking about you, isn't this just enough to give you some time to rest?" You can slowly regain your spirituality."

In fact, Caher agreed with Esther's words in his heart, although he did not understand the crow's intentions, but Caher would deliberately match the crow's attitude.

Does it really make sense to delay Esther like this? Cach couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.

If you want to solve the traces left by those few essentia leaks, you can directly take Esther to the place where the key core is located, and pull her around slowly...... What am I thinking?

"Zoya." The crow spoke suddenly.

"It's Esther, I've corrected you several times."

The crow let out a hoarse chuckle, but did not rush to speak, which made Esther even more confused: "What do you want to say?"

"I've found a bit of a trajectory out of touch with 'fate,' and your candidate isn't careful enough in that regard."

Esther leaned down to observe the stalks on the ground that had dried up due to lack of water, tentatively touched them twice, and after not feeling any spiritual warning, she boldly grabbed a handful in her hand.

Esther felt that the plants in her palm were not real, they did not have any life, "It is usually not left by others, it is left by me, and it should be very useful in misleading you."

"Makes sense," the crow smacked her lips, picking up Esther's hard lie, "does he have any interests, or hobbies?" Don't stare at me like that, I just need a little more clue to analyze the corresponding traces from the spirit world and crack the complete honorable name."

Esther's hand subconsciously pulled the stalk of grass from the ground with some force: "I remember reading it from Darzyberg's research, and if I'm not mistaken, 'wrong' is...... You're still trying to steal his rites of enlightenment?"

The yellow straw stalk she had pulled out of her hand quickly turned soft and soon turned into a cloud of black mud, and Esther shook her hand twice, causing the black mud to slide down

The square ground, falling into the black soil of the same color, she looked thoughtfully at her feet.

The crow's eyes were half-squinted, looking a little tired, as if he was going to take a nap, but he used this to hide the coldness in his eyes: "No, I have other candidates for this."

"Something to do with what is going to happen to Rune?"

Esther patted off the remaining bits of black mud from her hands, closed her eyes for a moment, and then picked a random direction and began to move forward on this vast but empty black earth. Cach followed behind Esther, holding his hands behind his back and smiling, as if he were really enjoying such a leisurely walk.

"It's not." The raven's reply was brief, and he didn't want to dwell on it, "If you have any clues about Parles Zoroaster—"

Esther was literally silent for a few seconds, "I'm sorry I don't know about that."

Raven did not debunk the untrue part of this sentence: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the last thing I lack is time. I'd better wait slowly, there will be a day when he can't help but come out of the 'Hermit of Destiny'."

Thinking of the "thieves" she had seen in that venue, Esther's face was a little stiff, and she didn't say anything, but kept walking forward, as if she could shake off the discomfort in her heart.

While you don't get tired easily, and you can instantly traverse long distances by stealing distance, it's still very boring to keep moving on the ground where you can't make out your directions – especially when you don't want to make small talk with your fellow travelers, which can get quite abrasive.

The black sky above her head did not lead to the outside world, it was just the embodiment of an invisible barrier, and the longer she stayed here, the clearer Esther's perception of it gradually became before she dared to make such a judgment in her heart.

Esther didn't ask how to get out, for she knew in her heart that since Cach had brought her in, there must be a way to get out - the cunning king of angels would never walk into the cage on his own unless he had the key.

Following the vague thoughts in her mind, Esther did not walk in a straight line, and she changed the direction of her progress several times, but she did not encounter any unexpected circumstances.

This made her wonder about the "direction" in which she was going:

Since we were going down when we first came in, do I really have to go down? Now that the creek is gone, what is the place below that shines through?

The crow on his shoulder had closed his eyes and looked like he was really taking a nap, but Cach often turned his head and looked around in different directions, and when Esther looked over, he smiled innocently.

Esther eventually stopped, as she had reached the "edge" of the land.

But she really didn't expect that this closed area that was isolated would have the structure of "the sky is round and the place is round".

She crouched down, stared at the standard ninety-degree angle in the corner, turned a corner in her head, and then calmly accepted the truth in front of her. There was nothing incomprehensible about the ground beneath her feet as if it were a layer of tiles, and the first thing she should have abandoned was common sense, which Esther always easily forget.

Is it because I subconsciously want to deny "extraordinary power"? Strangely, I don't have anything to do with "science" anymore.

Still, Esther verbally complained, "Whoever designed this place, or whatever it is, must be a very aesthetically devoid guy."

Cacher's face was full of surprise, although it was most likely just a pretended expression: "You can see this kind of information from a small corner? Isn't your 'decryptor' still different from me?"

Esther shook her head repeatedly, "No, I just think that too many angular things lack beauty, and a round shape is fine."

Caher chuckled, "So what are you going to do next?"

"Do you have anything sharp? I have an idea."

The crow's claws gripped Esther twice, and a short, bladed weapon slipped off her shoulder, but Esther reacted quickly and scratched her sleeve at the thing

Before, his right hand was held weakly, and he grabbed this thing in his hand.

Esther looked at the soft and fluffy "Logan's Claws" in her hand and was stunned for several seconds before she spoke, "It's time to shave!"