Hearing the archbishop's order, Leonard was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed in his heart:

"Mr. Fool's prophecy is true......

No, not prophecy, He has seen it all. ”

Leonard quickly gathered his thoughts, followed the process and asked Archbishop St. Anthony to give him an official document before returning to the underground and entering the Chanis Gate with two members of the team.

When the caretaker had inspected the papers, he went to Emlyn White's room in the light of silver candles carved with patterns, and opened the heavy stone door with a brass key.

The blue light then invaded the cell, causing Emlyn White to instinctively close her eyes.

His face was much paler than before, and his body was much thinner, giving people the feeling that it would float when the wind blew.

Thinking of Mr. Fool's answer, Emlyn suddenly had confidence in the current situation, did not open his eyes, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"I knew you were going to send me out. ”

Would you be disappointed if I said it was just a routine check-up?" Leonard replied with a blank expression:

"Thirty seconds for you, and before you get out of Chanis Gate, I'll let you stay. ”

As a veteran Night Watchman who has been serving as the leader of the Red Glove squad for several months, Leonard has a wealth of experience dealing with prisoners.

Emlyn froze and opened his mouth to say something, but eventually remained silent, past Leonard and his two teammates, and walked all the way out of Chanis Gate.

When he got outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, as if he wanted to get rid of the chill in his body.

"When you get back, it would be nice to have a few more days of sun, oh, the winter sun in Beckland isn't that common, and you vampires don't like to bask in the sun...... Aren't you a pharmacist? You can make your own potions from the 'Sun' realm. Seeing this, Leonard casually reminded him.

Emlyn's state is not right, on the one hand, he has not drunk the human blood rich in spirits for many days, and can only rely on animal blood instead, and on the other hand, because he has stayed behind the Chanis Gate for too long, he has been eroded by the night power that supports the seal, and needs the medicine of the "sun" realm to expel the residual influence.

As a "Potions Professor", Emlyn was certain about his physical and mental condition, and did not refute or nod, but only emphasized the sentence "Bloodline", and then turned to ask:

"What about Father Utravsky?"

"He still has to stay for a while, I hope this hellish war will end soon, rest assured, we will let him go out twice a week in the future, and the two days of the sun will depend on the weather conditions in Beckland." Leonard responded briefly, and then carried Emlyn White all the way to the ground, to the street.

Emlyn hesitated for a moment, then asked again:

"Where is the nearest hospital?"

"What do you want to do?" Leonard asked professionally.

"Blood transfusions. Emlyn lifted her chin slightly, trying not to change her expression.

Blood transfusion...... Is it to drink blood...... Leonard didn't debunk it, pointed in a direction, and stated the address.

After seeing the Viscount of the Blood Clan leave, he returned to the underground and began to study the recent case to be pursued with his teammates.

............

After several days of trekking, Crane finally reached the vicinity of the northern ruins of the city-state of North.

It's also a barren and dead plain, with dry riverbeds leaving their mark on the land.

Glancing at the city with a dark silhouette, shadows, no sound coming out, and a light mist, Crane did not rush closer, but first found a hidden place, and whispered the honorific name of Mr. "Fool".

Then, he took four steps backwards, recited a incantation, and entered the gray mist—in order to return to the Source Fort with a single thought, the prayers of the members of the Tarot congregation must be superimposed to form a strong and strong anchor that will summon the "Fool" with sufficient power.

With the help of the prayer light, Crane used his "real vision" to check the situation of the Norse ruins in the distance, and found that the light mist there was slowly but irrepressibly dissipating, and the surface of the city, at a glance, there was not a single "spirit thread", and the people in linen-like robes or animal skin clothes fell in different places on the street, not at all as fresh and busy as the Silver City exploration team saw when they arrived here.

"The angels or seals that occupied the city before noticed that their whereabouts were exposed, and chose to migrate?" Crane guessed about the situation in front of him as he withdrew his gaze to the gray mist that held the "Source Fort".

He was just in case of the "miracle master", or the "secret attendant", or the corresponding seal, who was hiding in the pores of history, ambushing and exploring the extraordinary people of the ancient city of North, he didn't want to "jump" into the fog of history when he hid, he would directly encounter a huge whirlpool of transparent worms twisted and embraced, and he didn't want to be chased by slippery and terrifying tentacles again.

The previous ambush of Zarathu still makes Klein feel scared, and from time to time he has a nightmare because of this, and wants to find Miss "Justice" for another psychological shadow treatment.

This was more exciting for him than seeing his secret mate Enyuni wearing a monocle in front of him, and he couldn't move at all, because it affected the dogs of Fugen.

After confirming the safety of the historical pores, Klein returned to the real world, stretched out his hand, grabbed forward, and dragged out his previous self, also wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black knee-length trench coat, and a simple glass horse lantern.

In the next second, he "jumped" into the gray mist, and ran along the lit historical pores all the way to the place where the "corpses" of the civilized city were stacked before the First Age.

This is a very ingenious "safe house" for him, because no "ancient scholar" can trace this completely disconnected and lost prehistory fragment except him.

Of course, for Klein, it was a lot of spiritual energy to come all the way here, and he would stay for a quarter of an hour at most, and only if he didn't make any heavy attempts at the historical pore image.

After the main body hid, the real-world Klein projection moved forward and quickly came to the outside of the Norse ruins.

He did not blindly approach and enter, but after going around to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, he raised his right hand and summoned the original secret puppet, the "Fallen Count" Chunas Korg, who had a cold appearance and dark blue eyes.

Chunas's body squirmed, and in an instant he became Gelman Sparrow, and then, as well, he reached out and took out a lantern from the hole in history.

The historical pore image summoned by this historical pore image, in the light of the dim yellow light of the horse lamp, confused the distance, and came to the outside of North City in a few steps, alone.

He then carried the lantern and walked through the decaying and collapsed buildings, through the thin mist, and into the ruins.

Compared to looking at the "real vision" above the gray fog, the reality contact allowed Klein to discover more details:

Most of the humans and monsters that have fallen in various places have shown signs of decay and seem to have been abandoned for a long time;

Some of them sat on chairs under the eaves, some slumped over the fire, some held moldy bread, some held hands, some leaned against the wall, sat on the floor, and their lips were pressed against the bone flute......

This allowed Klein to imagine what it would have been like in the city-state when they were still "alive":

Some people are lazy to rest, some are baking food, some are shopping along the street, some are concentrating on music, some are coming and laughing, and some are desperately fighting in the gladiatorial arena and monsters......

What a lively and vibrant picture, but in reality, everyone is long dead, no longer has a soul of their own, and just repeats the same behavior in a predetermined way.

And one day and one moment, this strange scene also froze, and it ended in an instant, and everyone fell without warning.

"A city-state of secret puppets, the most authentic theater...... There was a similar situation in the town of Mist...... Although I am also a 'soothsayer', I still have to say that in terms of horror, scary and weirdness, our path is definitely in the top three...... Shall I do the same in the future?" Crane walked through the streets lined with corpses, following his spiritual instincts, towards the center of the ancient city of North.

The situation here made him believe that the one who once ruled the Norse Ruins definitely had enough wisdom to not choose to kill people and annihilate the clues after the Silver City exploration team broke the "peace" and "peace" here, but did not hesitate to abandon everything and migrate to other places.

"The reason why he didn't say anything was because there was an Amon behind the Silver City team at the time, well, maybe it was for the sake of the face of the 'true creator'......" Crane casually diverged his thoughts and soon arrived at a church that was still in good condition.

Inside the church stands a statue of a demon wolf with eight legs and dark short hair.

The top of the statue's head is a handful of gray hair, and the pitch-black pupils occupy at least three-quarters of the eyes.

"Not Fregra...... The dark demon wolf that occasionally appeared in the Third Age, the god of wishes?He has been in the Godforsaken Land for thousands of years, and finally found that extraordinary property of Sequence 1?" Crane had just flashed such a thought, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears.

Standing sideways, he immediately set his eyes on the outside of the church, only to see a figure walking slowly in the thin mist, quickly outlining a clear outline.

He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars on the sides of his mouth, and a dark clergyman's robe.

His dark brown eyes were dark and calm, not madly bloodthirsty and spiritless like the monsters in the depths of the darkness.

However, in the long dark night, when the frequency of lightning was very low, the clergyman walked quietly in the light mist, without carrying a lantern or lighting a flame.