The town was rebuilt once after being abandoned and then abandoned for unknown reasons. Therefore, Salomon and Wanda can see here a mixture of different architectural styles from the 18th and 19th centuries.
.The rotten old inn at the entrance of the town exuded a terrible musty smell. Under the illumination of the magic light ball, rodents jumped out in a panic. The sign of the inn was blurred, and many tables had not been cleaned.
The chair was covered with mud, and the terrible smell from an ancient tomb rushed straight into the nose. The extreme temperature changes in New England caused this place to become a nest of vermin. All the furniture had long been twisted and deformed, and the well-preserved mirror lay on the floor, covered with
Rat shit. Wanda covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. She supported Salomon's arm to prevent her from falling on the collapsed ceiling due to the sudden earthquake.
"There is nothing to see here." Salomon helped Wanda leave the inn. This is a forgotten place. Even the oldest old man in the surrounding area cannot recall the rumors about this place. This is a cursed place.
Even the most naughty children will subconsciously stay away from this ominous place, and even homeless people are unwilling to rest here. Other shops in the town are not much better, all
The buildings are all in Puritan style, and the furniture from the 18th century is now priceless. After Salomon and Wanda walked in, they found no traces of theft, as if thieves were unwilling to patronize this place. Almost all the glass was intact.
, except for the dust covering it, even spider webs are rare.
There were no corpses, and the entire town was deserted overnight. The only residents here were rats, no insects, and no birds. No one knew what they ate to survive.
The church in the center of the town is the most eerie building in the town. The Puritan-style white wooden spire has been eroded gray by rain. The rusty copper bell is skewed and may fall at any time, and the hinged windows of the church are rotten.
The blackened and rusty hinges could not stop the mystic, but the disgusting smell of decay in the church always irritated his nerves. Salomon reminded Wanda to be more vigilant, and at the same time cast spells to provide protection for the two of them. Rusty
The hinges made an astonishing creaking sound, like a bell in this extremely silent town.
There was another slight earthquake, and dust fell like raindrops from the roof of the church. Compared to the stench of the material world, the church in the eyes of the two casters was dirtier. The sour smell that only the spirit body could smell was almost unbearable.
Eyes. Salomon recited a spell, and the brightness of the magic light ball suddenly increased. Like thunder exploding on the ground, the dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire church, allowing the casters to witness the full view of the church in the indelible darkness—
- Rows of dusty pews sat silently below, and the oak pulpit stood at the other end of the church. Salomon noticed a light-colored square frame on the wall, as if something had been hung there.
Something. He walked up to the mark and roughly measured the size of the mark with his fingers.
If he guessed correctly, the painting placed in the trunk of the car should have come from this place.
Salomon heard Wanda let out a dull intake of breath.
"I've seen that pulpit, where James Boone once stood." A frightened voice came from behind the handkerchief, so that Salomon had to pat Wanda on the back to comfort her. "I know that mark, too.
, the inverted cross, and those strange works of art," she said, "and that book on the pulpit...that's the one you're looking for, "de vermis mysteriis."
Low chants echoed in the cursed church, the chants filled with fear and longing. She heard echoes from the ground, a malicious squirming sound slipped under her feet, and a gray sticky substance surged from between the rotten wooden floors.
She came out. She felt a shiver run up from the soles of her feet to her scalp. She saw a crazy black-haired man breaking into the church, lying on the pulpit, reciting filthy prayers loudly. Countless shadowy figures that did not look like humans sat on the bench.
On the bench, there were wild cheers. North American nightjars flew past the window in groups, making devilish cries.
Fear descends! The earth rises! The shadowy madman laughs crazily! The living dead crawl out of the ground! The gray monster covered with abscesses jumps up from the ground!
There was another earthquake, far stronger than the previous one and lasted longer.
In a daze, Wanda saw the inverted cross hanging high falling.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of golden light pierced the dusty glass, the high-pitched chants drove away the blasphemous prayers, and the shadows screamed and turned into smoke. All illusions dissipated like ink dripping into the sea. No magic light was needed
The ball illuminates Salomon, who has unlocked the stigmata, and is the source of light. The sour smell of spoiled milk on the etheric level is expelled, and the corner shrouded in darkness is no longer deep and terrifying. Only the musty smell brought by time is still here.
It was entrenched, but because of Salomon's presence, it became as warm as a dusty and relit fireplace.
"You have fallen into an illusion again, Wanda." Although the mystic mage lowered his voice, in Wanda's ears, his voice resounded through the church, pulling her out of her chaotic thoughts. The mystic mage withdrew her worried expression.
Eyes. Like the traces on the wall, there was once a book placed on the pulpit. "Maybe we put it here when we were looking for something, but we don't know where the book is now." He said in a warning tone.
Said, "Don't fall into illusions anymore. We don't need your inspiration. It's the curse of chaos. Every illusion that seems to work is a crisis of falling into darkness. The risk is always with us. Control yourself."
, otherwise you will fall sooner or later. You should know what I will do if you fall. Don't force me to do such a thing, Wanda."
His warning made Wanda's inner emotions become chaotic.
Temperance is the first lesson for all spellcasters. Every potential spellcaster is a person with talents. Constraining one's talents is the only way to avoid falling into darkness. Salomon taught Wanda more than once, but the magic of chaos brings
The inspiration made her unable to resist. But the feeling was beautiful, like the breeze blowing across the green lake in the morning, like the lingering lust in the aphrodisiac incense, whether it was mentally or physically, the magic brought by it
Her unparalleled experience.
"You really don't know?" she asked with some dissatisfaction, "You really don't know what it feels like?"
"I know what it feels like. The temptation, as if everything is at your fingertips, all the joys and dreams are at your fingertips." He seemed to be talking about a dream rather than something that happened to him. "It took me many years to
Slowly let go of this feeling.”
"But I don't have many years!" The witch involuntarily raised her voice, "The time I have been exposed to magic is not as long as the time it takes you to learn to read a book! I am just a beginner!"
The mystic mage seemed to be choked. He didn't seem to expect that the well-behaved apprentice would speak like this.
He was silent for a moment.
"I apologize to you, Wanda. I was too impatient." Although the mystic mage who turned on the stigmata did not have much expression and his tone was extremely calm, Wanda still heard the sincerity from it. The light gradually faded, but here there was
Will not return to darkness. "We will find a way to help you complete this lesson." The mystic rediscovered his humanity. He held the hand of the sobbing witch. The unattainable statue disappeared, and the one standing here