After reciting the honorific name, Angel reported the current situation to Mr. "Fool".

She was not surprised that she did not receive a response immediately, how could a being as powerful as a god be able to receive reports from believers every day and respond immediately?

This is just as a double insurance, and with the experience of the previous time, Angel knows that the other end of the sacrificial ceremony is likely to be another area thousands of kilometers away, and returning here, returning to this time, may be a few days later.

During this time, having the help of Mr. Fool will undoubtedly greatly increase the chances of a successful return.

Then, using the powder of the Holy Night to build a spiritual wall, she built a simple altar next to the crunching mill, took out a precious gold coin from her pocket, placed it beside the candle, and whispered:

"Me!

"In my name I call: a spirit that wanders in vain, a friendly creature to be driven, a messenger of Gelman Sparrow alone."

Angel now trusts the headless Miss Messenger Renette Tinnicol more than Lady Winza, who can be summoned by playing the harmonica.

Whoever asked it to secretly send a letter to the "ageless" witch Katarina, I won't use it again until I find out...... Angel puffed out his mouth, feeling the wind within the spiritual wall suddenly turn violent, the flame of the candle in front of him swelled and rose, and a head with long pale blonde hair and bright red eyes came out from behind it.

Without waiting for the other three heads and headless bodies to come out, Angel bowed slightly and said respectfully:

"Hello, I have a message for Gelman."

At this moment, the body carrying four heads appeared in front of Angel completely, and the intricate court dress fluttered above the candles, covering the feet below.

"Pay ......" "Gold coins," "Then ......" "Say it." ”

Angel handed the shining gold coin to one of the heads, watched her bite it tightly with her teeth, and then spoke:

"I'm going to go through the sacrificial ritual found in an abandoned village on the island of Sona and enter the area on the other side, which is similar to the original sacrifice of Bansey Harbor, and although it is weird, it is not too dangerous."

She paused, adding:

"Also, beware of the 'Blood Generals' and the 'Rose School', they may make moves in the near future."

With that, she looked up at Renette's four heads and eight eyes, and nodded, signaling that the message was over.

But the floating Miss Courier was looking at Angel with a strange gaze, and only after a moment did they blink in unison, and at the same time they frightened her, stepped into the void and disappeared.

"I always feel that Renette also has a lot of secrets, she can easily suppress many gazers, she must have the strength of a high sequence, but she deigns to be a messenger, maybe she also has her own secrets like Winza......"

After muttering a few words, Angel removed the spiritual wall and returned to the secret room deep in the basement.

This time, she was really ready to "cross" to the other side.

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In the wee hours of the morning, Klein, who was sleeping peacefully, was suddenly woken up by a hazy sound of prayer.

He opened his eyes suddenly, first subconsciously looked out the window, found that the night sky had not been replaced by the rising sun, and lay down nervously, then he remembered that he had left the "Divine War Ruins", and there was no need to be afraid of the night.

"If I stay in that place for a few more days, I might go crazy...... No wonder Anderson's exuberant appearance after leaving was a little abnormal......"

He muttered a few words silently, got up and dressed, and was about to take four steps backwards to enter the gray mist space to "receive information", when he suddenly felt that his inspiration was touched.

In the midst of his unturned vision, the headless messenger Renette fell from the ceiling, and the four bright red eyes looked at him with a bloody beauty.

Of course, Klein didn't dare to say this kind of evaluation, and when he saw that the other party didn't bite the envelope, he asked:

"Is it a message?"

"Yes......", "From ......", "Your ......", "Female friends."

Blushing for no apparent reason, Crane coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment, and nodded to signal that the other party could start.

After a minute-long "stereo" bombardment of four heads in quick succession, Crane sent the strange messenger away, sat back at the head of his bed, and looked down in thought.

"It's similar to the original sacrifice in Bansi Harbor...... She's going to go through some sacrificial ritual and enter the Catacombs of Trier on the other side? But last time it was an inadvertent ritual, and why this time?

"Also, she told me to be careful about the 'Rose School' because she got some information from Anne, from Bernadette? This evil sect that originated in the Southern Continent and now expands to the whole world is ready to launch another 'attack' after the plot on Olavi Island has been thwarted? ”

Unable to answer for a while, Klein remembered that there was still "unreceived mail" above the gray mist, and hurriedly entered this space belonging to the "fool" through the combination of ritual and honorific name.

Not surprisingly, he saw that the crimson star that belonged to Angel Granger was shining brightly.

"As a result, she informed both parties of her actions in two ways, but they were all summarized in my hands......"

With a chuckle, Crane clicked on the star, and sure enough, he heard a more detailed "debriefing" similar to the previous message.

"News from the 'ageless' witch Caterina Pelle?"

Crane was a little stammering, and he couldn't even maintain the image of the "fool" who lived at the long bronze table.

Although Angel claimed that the clues to the "Black-veined Shadow Scorpion" had been confirmed by the "Master of Prophecy" Bernadette, Klein still couldn't believe that the high-ranking members of the "Witch Sect" who were hostile two months ago would kindly provide her with clues about the materials she needed for promotion.

He subconsciously untied the amethyst pendant on his wrist, wanting to use the characteristics of the gray mist to perform a divination, but quickly gave up this useless behavior: with the indirect clues obtained so far, even if the gray mist has a high personality, it is impossible to divinate too much useful information out of thin air.

"Fortunately, judging from her experience last time, although that sacrificial ritual was weird, it was not dangerous......"

Whispering to himself, Crane looked back at the star that belonged to Angel, only to be surprised to find that it began to expand and shrink again.

Spreading spiritually in confusion, touching the stars, Angel's familiar figure immediately appeared in front of Crane's eyes.

"Mr. Fool, please convey this message to Miss 'Queen' immediately......"

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When she opened her eyes again, Angel almost thought that her attempt to activate the ritual with blood had failed.

In her dark vision, the walls of thick bricks around her did not change, the damp floor and faint intricate lines were still under her feet, and the smell of rancid was in her nose......

…… Only the smell of blood was gone.

Alert, Angel immediately looked at the location of the "Flesh Mill", and was surprised to find that the mechanical equipment that connected the windmill above was gone, and was replaced by an altar-like stone table with two stubby candles, which had burned most of it, and now collapsed on the table as if melting.

The narrow entrance to the "secret room" has been replaced by a wide staircase, and the top is also pitch black, and there is no debris to be seen that had been blown down by the "substitutes".

It seems that I have come to a different location from the small village of Sona through the sacrificial ceremony...... Angel thought about it, pulled out the "good luck" revolver at her waist, broke off the hammer, carefully lifted it, and walked out slowly and silently.

Ascending the stone staircase, she found more signs of the basement than before, rotting wooden furniture, puddles of black blood on the walls and floors, and candlesticks that were completely different from the ruane-style furnishings of the Rorsted Islands.

This made her more and more sure that she had left Sona Island and was in an unknown location.

Intis, Fenerport, or even Fursac?

Angel's mind flashed with familiar and unfamiliar place names, and she continued to explore with cautious steps, beside her, invisible silk threads had gradually spread, covering all positions, and once she encountered an enemy, she could immediately launch a counterattack.

But she still didn't dare to let her guard down, the last time she was teleported to the Catacombs of Trier through the sacrificial ceremony of Bansy Port, she didn't know that the taboo there would disappear completely without lighting a candle until she met the first living person, although in the subsequent discussion with Mr. Azik, Angel guessed that the "hidden" power came from the goddess, so she with the "hidden emblem" would not be affected, but this time ......

She suddenly felt the Hidden Emblem on her wrist begin to glow with a cold touch.

It was not the coldness of staying awake in a dream, but an emptiness that seemed to drain her soul.

It's like...... It's like this emblem, and it's like she's starting to feel powerless to protect her.

At this moment, Angel, who had just stepped out of the room and came to the door, suddenly lit up above his head, and a thick lightning bolt slashed, covering everything around him with a silvery glow, followed by a low thunderous roar, and everything was darkened.

It was so deep that it seemed as if everything had been swallowed up.

(End of chapter)