The crow in the cage suddenly stopped screaming. At the same time, the expanded body began to shrink inward rapidly, and soon returned to its usual size.

"He found the soul of the dead." Gewei looked surprised.

But the smile on her face had not lasted for a second, and the crow that had returned to normal suddenly expanded the next moment, and it filled the entire cage in an instant, without friction or squeezing.

The crow that had expanded to its limit exploded into minced meat with a bang.

"What is this, failure or success?"

Henrik asked, blocking the splashed minced meat.

"At the last moment, the crow found the soul of the dead, but for unknown reasons, it could not summon it back."

"This feeling is like his soul is confined to a place..." At this point, Gewei's eyes lit up.

"This situation seems to be somewhat similar to Stephen, but Stephen is still alive."

The expression on Roger's face was a little solemn.

"Maybe Stephen is the next Edward, and he has no time left."

“It’s not that there is no gain at all.”

A figure crept out of the broken crow's flesh and blood, with blurred facial features, and looked a bit like Edward's appearance during his lifetime.

Then the broken flesh and blood merged back together, regaining the crow's appearance during his lifetime, and the vague black shadow also penetrated into the crow's body.

Flip!

The crow flapped his wings and jumped to the chandelier on the roof.

His slightly bloody eyes stared at everyone.

"Although the spell failed and failed to completely summon Edward's soul back, it at least set a rough direction for us."

"With this crow's guidance, we can find the place where Edward's soul is imprisoned, and the part that Stephen is missing is likely there too."

At this moment, Veronica, who went out to inquire about the news, also called.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find any information about the castle adventure and party. In addition, I have also checked the vehicles that Stephen and others traveled half a month ago, but there were no clues."

"It's so strange, it's like there's a mysterious power to erase it all."

Veronica's voice was a little frustrated.

"What do you think this is?"

At this moment, Henrik suddenly pointed to the traces left in the middle of the magic circle and said.

The wax tears left by the white candle burning slowly flowed, gathering in the center of the magic circle, forming a line of twisted text.

Glastonbury Abbey.

"Is it the place where King Arthur is buried?"

Henrik asked.

Glastonbury was originally just an ordinary place, but it became a famous tourist attraction because of King Arthur's tomb. Although many people have never been to this place, they have heard of it.

"King Arthur is just a name created by his family. The sword in the stone does exist, but there is no such person as Arthur in the extraordinary world."

"In comparison, another person's name is more famous."

Gewei added.

“Bedville.”

"First and the final knight, in the legendary story, he ended up living in seclusion in the monastery of Glastonbury."

"It's unknown which monastery it is."

"Can this matter still be related to the Knights of the Round Table?"

Roger had some bad premonition in his heart.

The seclusion place of the legacy knights does not seem to be caused by evil forces from any angle.

But the clue in front of me pointed to that place.

"Let's go there together."

Glastonbury is not far from the fog. It is geographically southwest of the fog. After leaving Edward's villa, it took less than two hours to arrive at this famous tourist destination.

It attracts tourists from all over the world all year round, the most eye-catching of which is the legendary tomb of Arthur.

For whatever reason, everyone came to Arthur's tomb to visit. Unexpectedly, the area here was much smaller than expected, but the passers-by were still enjoying exploring the legend of King Arthur.

"…In the end, King Arthur was buried here."

A sound came from a distance, and it was a tour group that was taking tourists from other countries to visit King Arthur's tomb.

"The legend is fake, and the tomb is naturally empty."

Henrik muttered in a low voice, and he glanced at Roger, "You say that since King Arthur does not exist, is it an empty coffin buried below, or is it just a little bit of something and stuffed it in?"

Everyone was saying this when an old man not far away suddenly noticed the crow standing on Gewei's shoulder. He left the crowd and walked to Gewei's side.

"Is this your pet? Miss, I've seen someone train a crow to this level for the first time."

The old man stretched out his hand as if he was going to touch the crow's sharp bird beak. Only then did Roger notice that the old man was tall, but his left sleeve was empty.

Flip!

The crow flapped his wings, jumped up from Gewei's shoulder, and flew out.

"A little spiritual thing."

The old man withdrew his gaze and followed Roger's gaze. "When he was young, he participated in a battle, and his arms remained on foreign lands forever."

Roger Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but turned around and chased after Gewei in the direction he left.

"What's going on?"

Roger thought it was Gewei who controlled the crow on her shoulder to leave, but after walking out of the scenic area, he found that the crow seemed to be looking for something.

Stop and stop, guide everyone away from the town.

For safety reasons, Veronica and Stephen were left in the fairy tale world by Roger. As the owner of the manuscript, Veronica and others were located in a safe area by Roger.

In this way, he doesn't have to worry about any accidents happening to the two of them inside.

"This crow is shaped by a little spirituality in Edward's soul. It should be close enough to trigger the connection between them."

"After him continue, we may find the castle that Stephen and others have been to, or the real place where Edward's soul is imprisoned."

After entering the woods, the crow's speed became faster, and Roger and others also increased their progress accordingly.

At the same time, in King Arthur's tomb, the one-armed old man who had previously talked to Roger and others slowly returned to the crowd.

He glanced around and his calm eyes imprinted everyone present into his brain, the feeling was like a lion picking delicious food in his territory.

"Thank you for your recommendation. It turns out that there is an ancient castle that has been preserved for hundreds of years nearby."

Several young men waved goodbye to the one-armed old man, and he also drove away from the scenic area with a separate crowd.

After walking a section of the road, I drove into the mountainous area along a remote path. After going around, I climbed over a hill. A lake as calm as sapphire appeared in front of me.

In front of the lake, there is a wooden house with a unique shape.

After parking the car and cleaning it up briefly, the old man sat on the recliner in front of the lake. It was rare that it did not rain in Glastonbury, which seemed to be a good weather.

The old man covered his straw hat on his face, held the fishing rod in one hand, and lay on it with a comfortable expression.

The breeze blew, wrinkling the lake water.
Chapter completed!