"The remnants of broken fate,

Hovering in the whirlpool beyond time and space,

Eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit Realm,

The light that weaves the thread of the river of chaos......"

Matteo paused for two seconds after reciting these words, nothing happened, and he hesitantly glanced sideways at Vika in the corner, who gestured desperately, urging Mattio to continue without interrupting the middle of the prayer.

Sighing inwardly, Matteo had no choice but to bite the bullet and think of a random reason: "I pray to you, I pray that you will grant me enough good luck, and I pray that you will help me escape the doom of death......

There was silence in the room, and Vika couldn't even hold her breath, her face flushed.

Mattio felt as if he had a faint tinnitus, and he endured it for more than ten seconds, because nothing was happening around him, so he dared to raise his hand and pat his ear twice, and the strange buzzing sound slowly subsided.

Matteo ended the prayer, and it wasn't until he had extinguished the candle that Vika stepped forward: "How's it going? Have you received any response or revelation?"

Matteo shook his head, and when he saw the rather gloomy despair on Vika's face, Matteo suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong, and hesitated for a moment.

He remembered the strange commotion just now, and quickly spoke again, "But I heard a voice."

Vika immediately became alarmed: "Is it a buzzing sound like a fly!?"

"I was going to talk about bees...... That's pretty much the sound."

Vika shook his head vigorously, and walked anxiously in place, muttering something silently, and then he seemed to figure out the point, and his eyes widened, and suddenly he turned his head sharply, staring at Matteo.

A faint silver light lit up in his pupils, and in the next second, Vika seemed to have been punched by an invisible sneak attacker, and he fell backwards directly in pain, and the whole person curled up on the floor.

This made Matteo stunned for a moment, and then he quickly leaned over to check Vika's condition, to Matteo's delight, except for a few bloody tears in his eyes and his breathing was very rapid, Vika just fainted.

Vika's body did not have any external injuries, and Matteo also turned on his spiritual vision to check it for a while, Vika's spirit fluctuated violently, but there was no sign of losing control.

Or did he see something he shouldn't have seen? Is there anything special about me?

Matteo pulled out a handkerchief and shook Vika's shoulder twice, and before Vika opened his eyes in a trance, Matteo put the handkerchief on his face: "You just passed out. Wipe it, there's blood on your face."

When Vika spoke, he sounded apologetic, "Yours, a sign of death...... It's getting deeper."

「…… One should not recite the names of these beings casually, I think I took this lesson a long time ago, but unfortunately, I shouldn't be lucky."

Matteo was silent for two seconds, then pretended to laugh lightly, "But haven't I been struck by lightning yet? At least now that I'm alive, let's think about what I'm going to do if I'm alive."

While wiping the blood from his face, Vika hung his head and said, "I still have to say sorry to you, I shouldn't, I didn't think ......."

Matteo sat on the floor as well, his shoulders drooping and his smile grudging, "Well, it's okay, I forgive you?"

After a long moment of silence, neither of them knew what to say, but it was Matteo who broke the silence on his own initiative: "So what now? If you feel any revelations, speak up and listen to them, at least after tonight we have to ...... I'm going to have to do something."

"If there's another possibility," Vika hesitantly sat up from the ground, "out to sea."

"To tell you the truth, I just escaped from my ship in a hurry."

"Then you take me and run back?"

Matteo frowned for a moment, "Okay, that's all right, then we'll go back to the boat tomorrow and have a look......

——

"What sound do I seem to hear?"

A thunderclap streaked across the sky of the Forsaken Lands, illuminating the dazed blink on Esther's face, who turned her head to stare at the darkness in the distance in confusion, waiting quietly for a moment.

"What's the sound?" Amon looked in the same direction, which was the western stretch leading to the Silver City, the Great Hall of Dusk, and the vast oceans and continents.

"No, nothing," Esther narrowed her eyes and shook her dagger twice, "probably my delusion."

"If you want to lie in front of me, you might as well just keep silent."

"Even if you don't believe it, you can pretend to believe it." Esther muttered quietly.

Amon tapped the edge of the monocle, and then as if he remembered something, his right hand flipped in the air, and there was something more in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, he handed the thing to Esther, "Here you go."

Esther was surprised, but when she took it, she realized it was her harmonica: "Ah, how did you give this back to me?"

"You can throw it on the ground if you don't want it."

Esther gently wiped the surface of the harmonica with her cuffs, the heart-shaped nail polish had been worn off the edges, and she had a reminiscent smile on her face, "I mean you don't rummage through my bag, or you just give it back to me."

"I didn't even know you could play such a thing, after all, your previous body was more like a moving sculpture than a human," Amon paused and tapped his monocle, "Didn't you really steal someone's ability to play?"

Esther gave Amon a blank look, "I don't need to! Of course, I can learn on my own, but there are all kinds of people among the candidates......

"Are there 'thieves' too?"

"The last of the extraordinary traits on the Source Fort has entered reality, and I don't know what is still piled up there, and I have no plans to go back. There is no way for the candidates to do it, they are just the most ordinary ...... It's just ordinary people." Esther responded truthfully to Amon's words, "But there are thieves, including those who steal tomb goods."

Amon sensed her softened attitude and wrote down the words word for word: "Was it last year? There's also a demon wolf roaming here, but since last year, his whereabouts have become difficult to detect."

"I was hidden here......

Esther quickly remembered the Goddess of the Night, because she knew too much about the temperament of this "human" period, and instantly understood the design behind it. Hiding that extraordinary trait in an isolated continent, letting a "soothsayer" with no hope of real promotion hang out on his back, and at the same time pointing out the location of the demon wolf to the goddess of the night.

If the demon wolf really rashly swallowed the extraordinary trait that contained Sequence 9 to Sequence 1, the Goddess of the Night would also be able to capture the corresponding position by applying the bad luck on it. Wait until the demon wolf is completely out of control, and then it will either die or be hidden, anyway, it will be a little more weight in the advantage of the goddess of the night - the candidate will always have the day when he finds the goddess of the night.

Esther shook her head uncomfortably, "What were you doing when I was away from the real world?"

The smile on Amon's face gradually retracted, and he prevaricated perfunctorily in response to Esther's question, "I've done everything."

"If you don't want to answer, forget it...... Is it a long way to the next town?"

"It could be far away, or it could be at any time."

Esther remembers the previous introduction very clearly: "The city that moves?"

Amon pointed in the direction of the darkness, and in a quiet silence, several monsters of different shapes chased each other and ran away, as if they had no notice that there were two people here.

"I left my clone there a long time ago, but I don't know why I lost contact. I haven't encountered it head-on since then, and I can only assume from some traces that the city is still active."

"You won't be able to find it?"

"In that city there are believers in the 'night' and the power of 'secret'."

Esther frowned

Come, if it was really a believer in the "Goddess of the Night", shouldn't she have secretly migrated to the Northern Continent a long time ago?

"Do you know why they're staying?"

Amon shook his head, too, "If I had known, the city would not have escaped my surveillance."

Esther shook the harmonica in her hand, "Does this have anything to do with you suddenly giving it back to me?"

"You can play something, give it a try."

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