Ivas sent the Flame Butterfly back to its traveling stance, following the direction she had come from before.

Because the power of the dead qi before was too strong - although it didn't seem to have killing intent, it just froze everything. But Ivas was still very worried about whether something would happen to Sherlock.

Fortunately, Ivas quickly found Sherlock.

In a special way -

I saw that near the corpse of the giant prince, there was an unnatural pit like a trap.

Above it is a cross grid, and below it is a U-shaped pit that resembles a toilet drain, or Pasteur's gooseneck flask experiment.

Apparently a makeshift shelter built by Sherlock when he saw the dead air. His reaction was really fast, and he immediately created a layer according to the specific effect of the dead air, and the special structure was able to block the evening wind from the outside, so as not to seal himself in it and suffocate him. And at this moment, even the topmost grid is covered by a thin layer of amber crystal, making it extremely strong.

"Sherlock?"

Ivas crouched above the grid and tapped.

He tentatively shouted inside, "Still alive? ”

"Alive!"

Little Sherlock said angrily, his voice was far away and weak, and he had to struggle to raise his voice to get it out clearly: "Help me open this lid!" ”

"I'm afraid not," Ivas regretted, "we've just tried." I'm afraid I can't open it with violent means - Hayna's fourth-level fist is not as strong as it. ”

"Then use ritual or prayer or whatever, whatever you want! Don't you still have the Holy Sword, try it and fish me out first! ”

Sherlock was annoyed: "This ground looks like it's sealed by something, I can't get out from underneath!" ”

"Forget it, I won't tease you, I'll give it a try."

Ivas planned to slash with his sword and then pray to the amber god...... As a result, I didn't expect that the first step was directly opened.

- The dim yellow amber crystal softened as soon as it touched the red-hilted sword in Ivus's hand. Or rather, it was some kind of power in them that was sucked away by the red-hilted sword. Ivas just slashed down with two slashes, and slashed the grid open.

Seeing Sherlock scrambled up from below, Haina kindly helped him up and dragged him up.

“…… Odd. ”

Ivus looked at the Holy Sword, lost in thought.

What effect of the Holy Sword took effect to make it so restrained from this abnormal "solidification"?

Is it to ward off evil spirits? It doesn't seem to be ...... Sharp, that's even more unlikely.

“…… Is it a curse? ”

The Red-hilted Sword has the negative effect of making the wielder "curse vulnerable", and the principle is that it is easier to absorb the power of the curse. If it sucks the curse out of this crystal, it will naturally make it mortal.

However, the curse was absorbed by Ehuas, but he did not feel it in the slightest.

Sherlock replied breathlessly, "Curse indeed......"

It was very difficult for him to climb up from the hole. It was very cautious to get out of the ground that was now slippery like ice, and to get up carefully to prevent yourself from accidentally slipping into the pit again.

As he concentrated on the ground, he casually said, "But this is not the curse of the Amber God, this is some kind of large ritual. ”

"Are you sure?"

"I can figure it out," Sherlock said, gesturing to his own eyes that shimmered with azure light, "though the scale is terrifying...... But this should only be the transcendent power of the fifth energy level. It's just that the amount is large enough. ”

I see......

Hearing this, Eivas understood.

It wasn't that they triggered Amber's divine punishment, or that they broke the seal. Rather, it is related to his own grandfather, Jacob.

A large-scale ritual of the fifth energy level, covering the entire village with the curse of dusk......

- Could it be that I am the key to this ritual?

Eivas only hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind.

"Let's go, let's see."

He replied in a deep voice.

The other side.

After listening to Yeats's secret, Merlin shook his head slightly.

He finally understood everything in general.

"I see...... In this way, everything will go smoothly. ”

Merlin muttered in a low voice, "The Ouroboros Ring, the ritual that can bring down the Celestials...... Rose Cross, Golden Dawn ......"

He pondered something, and then fell into deep thought.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand. The band of light wrapped around the giant wolf's body suddenly dissipated and disintegrated.

Before Yeats could say anything, it suddenly heard a voice. Look back.

The giant wolf suddenly turned into a man with a slightly rickety back and black hair as wet and dreadlocked as seaweed. He wears a dark green trench coat with a double-breasted trench coat and a brown scarf. At this moment, he tidied up his shirt a little to make himself look more dignified.

It didn't take long for the four of Ivas to appear in front of them.

First of all, looking at the giant who was tied up by Merlin, several people were startled for the first time.

The next moment, several people looked at different things for the first time-

Sherlock looked at Merlin, Lily and Hayna at Yeats, and Ivus at the void left behind by the vanishing of the swamp.

Yes, the swamp is gone—just like they did in their previous experiments, there seems to be a land-type spell triggering around the swamp, turning it back into a fairy hole.

"Lord Merlin?"

Sherlock recognized the apostle, whom he had only seen for a short time.

"Hello, Mr. Hermes."

Merlin didn't have a fight, but smiled and beckoned to Sherlock.

And Haina had a solemn face: "You are the ...... on the train"

"—Yeats."

The aristocratic man who was suspected of being a wild elf bowed slightly and reached out to touch his chest: "A poet." We meet again, Miss Hayna. ”

Immediately, he looked at Lily.

Yeats did not shy away from saying: "At the same time...... I'm also a werewolf. ”

- No transformation is required to confirm.

Just by getting close enough that Yeats and Lily could smell each other's werewolves.

Suppressing the wildness that suddenly became surging in her heart, Lily nodded slightly.

Instead of introducing herself, she took a half-step back and stepped behind Ewass.

Ivus stared at the swamp that glowed with a strange purple glow—for some reason, he always felt something familiar and intimate in it.

Seeing Lily retreat behind him, he turned to look at Yeats.

Yeats...... Or rather, Mr. Dark Clouds. Right. ”

Ivus's voice was calm and polite, gentle and generous, without the slightest hint of the crumpty and arrogance that she usually had, when she bullied Sherlock and Hayna: "I remember that your reason for coming to Avalon was political asylum. ”

"Yes, Minister Moriarty."

Yeats nodded slightly.

His voice was low and hoarse, and his extremely tall body, although a little bent back, always gave people a sense of oppression: "This is approved by the arbitration hall." ”

"Yes."

Ivus said calmly, "Then what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm a local, Minister Moriarty."

"People from Eagle Cape Village?"

"Bagpipe townspeople. I grew up near the lake and as a kid I loved fishing around the sapphire lake. I'm the one Iris-de-lis I've only been there all these years. Yeats replied fluently.

"Yes."

Eivas was noncommittal.

He stared intently at Yeats, and suddenly said, "I heard Bishop Mathers mention you. ”

Hearing this, Yeats's complexion suddenly changed slightly. Merlin next to him just smiled.

In that instant, Ivas knew he had guessed correctly.

He really didn't know Yeats, and he hadn't heard Bishop Mathers mention him. It's just a lie.

But he remembers when Mathers became a cursed paladin named "Samuel the Sacred Sword Guard...... At that time, there was an allied NPC that needed protection, and he was an elf werewolf with hair like this, who had just come out of a shower and didn't blow his head!

- Although Ivas doesn't remember the other party's name at all, he still remembers the other person's characteristic hairstyle!

(End of chapter)