Sether found a low-lying clearing at the bend in front of the road, on which stood two jagged boulders, like the fingers of doom and the guardians of the underworld, who would come to life at any time.

The white camel under his crotch stopped before the two treacherous boulders, so he had to come down and lead his mount to it. There was no sound around them, only the creaking of white gravel and gravel beneath their feet. Sether came to the depths of the canyon, where stood a steep red conglomerate with a black cavern in the boulder, completely out of step with the surrounding landscape, as if a huge dark mouth had opened in front of him.

Above its broad, dry arch were carved pictographic symbols and motifs, which were faintly inaudible due to age, weathering and corrosion, and the cold chill and bone-deep fear seemed like a great dark gray mist pouring out of the black door.

Sether felt creepy, and he resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and tried to get himself some fire for lighting. But where can he find fire in this forbidden mountain? He walked into the north passage empty-handed.

But he soon found what he needed, the white camel's underbelly with two pockets on either side, containing flint and tarpaulin-headed torches, a piece of bread wrapped in paper, and a jug of water. Sether sniffed, but there was no smell. Could it be that Mukizai had specially prepared this? It is quite possible that, from his previous conversation in the Alamic Palace, he revealed that he himself was often active in the Forbidden Mountain, which was inconceivable to others, but for a man who had lived for more than eight thousand years, it immediately became reasonable.

Sether didn't touch the food, and put it back in his pocket. He lit the torch and slung his pocket over his shoulder, ready to enter the hole.

"Thank you for bringing me here," he patted the long neck of the white camel, the spiritual animal chewing the food in its stomach in thin strips, and a pair of round, dark eyes staring lazily at him under its furry eyelashes, "Now you go, a clever beast like you will surely be able to find a good place for yourself." ”

The white camel blinked, but did not move, but put its big mouth under Sether's nose, and smoked it so much that he almost laughed.

"It's talking to you, asking you to look up," a female voice said, "why haven't you noticed me for so long?" ”

Sether turned in surprise to see a young girl with purple and black braids and a veil sitting in the corner of the great red boulder, dressed in a pale blue robe, revealing her slender and powerful limbs, with several golden bracelets on her wrists and ankles, and silver studs on her braids.

The girl jumped down and walked straight up to Sether, took the reins from his hand, she untied her veil, her big lilac eyes, her honey-colored and delicate skin, and the scent of cider and heather on her body, she was an extremely beautiful maiden.

"This camel is mine," she said, looking Sether from top to bottom with keen interest, as if he were the first man she had ever seen in her life, "I have watched you since you set foot on the Avenues of Death. What's your name?"

"Are you alone?" Seser didn't answer her question, letting her circle around him, "aren't you scared to be in a place like this?"

"I should ask you these two questions. My name is Lolo, this white camel is my fifteenth birthday present, I name it Little Thank You, and he always likes to run around. I've been tethering it to the date grove next to it, and look, right there, I'm living there. She pointed to the northern end of the ridge, where three jagged peaks and gloomy skies were far away, "Look at your attire, you're either a nobleman or a prince." As he spoke, Luo Luo took a step across, intentionally or unintentionally blocking between Sether and the Black Gate, "Look, I've said so much, why don't you tell me your name?"

"Yesher," Seser replied simply, not intending to tell her her real name, bent on getting past her, "thank you camel, goodbye. ”

"Wait!" Lolo grabbed Sether's arm, "Are you going to leave like this?"

Feeling his patience drained, Sether pulled several gold coins out of his pocket and threw them into Lolo's arms, "Just let me rent your camel, okay?"

"You, do you think I'm asking for your money?" Luo Luo angrily threw the gold back to him, "I've lived here since I was a child, and there are only two people who have the courage to enter the Holy Mountain of Corinlie. The other one is dead, and I don't want you to die too. You must know that it is fortunate that you met me, and below this black gate is the Tunnel of Isis, which is said to lead to the depths of hell, and there are countless demons in it, waiting to tear you to pieces......"

Luo Luo didn't say any more, her big lilac eyes showed a sly look, and she squinted at Sesher maliciously, as if expecting to see the look of fear on his face, and after realizing that she was in vain, she quickly rubbed her eyes and leaned closer to Sether, "Yesher, I don't want you to die too. She repeated it again, her tone becoming very sincere.

"How old are you?" asked Sether suddenly.

"Why do you ask this? As I said, I've only been fifteen. ”

"A fifteen-year-old girl who appears in this forbidden area where the living must die, and claims to live here," Sether smiled lightly, "and it would be more credible for you to say that you are the banshee of the mountains." ”

"I'm telling the truth. I am the holy music boy of the Resting Palace, and the white palace between the peaks above is the Resting Palace, and I was sent there as soon as I was born. I had no parents, no relatives, and my wet nurse told me that I had come down from heaven to appear in the worship hall. ”

"Rest House?" Sether finally began to take a Luther interest in her words, "Do you know Mukize?"

Lolo glared at Sether with a shocked look as if he had just said something extremely terrible, "No, no, no, I've never met King Sabbat, and I don't dare call him by his name...... Some say he's dead, others say he's turned into an angel, and others say he didn't exist at all...... But both Lyria and Albert say that King Sabbath is alive and returns to the Holy Mountain every year at Pentecost, but we don't know it. ”

"You can call King Sabbator by his first name, and you're not dead yet?" Lolo looked at Sether's expression and became wary, "Hey, Yesher, are you a human or a ghost?" I heard that fallen angels are like you, incredibly beautiful, and at the same time extremely evil. ”

"I only met Mu Jixi not long ago, and I don't think he looks any different from a normal person except that he hasn't had a trace of wrinkles on his face after living for more than eight thousand years. All right, little girl," said Sether, patting her on the head kindly, "I must get into this pit at once, get out of the way." ”

Lolo grabbed Sether's wrist with his backhand, but the latter grabbed him by the collar and rested on the white camel's back like a sack of flour, "If you stand in my way again," Sether unceremoniously pressed against her chin, "I'll throw you into the ravine with this animal." I'm sure Mukizai will understand me. ”

"I don't mean to get in your way," said Lolo, "I'm going with you, for I've seen the map of Isis's Tunnel, which I alone have seen, and which I alone can read and remember. Without me to show you the way, you're dead. ”

The girl panted and looked at Sether, her face flushed, and the latter looked at her for a few moments before finally letting go of her hand.

"All right," said Sether, "but first, you did it voluntarily, and I am not responsible if something happens." ”

"If something happens to me," Lolo picked up with a smile, "do you think you'll be able to escape?"