The asymmetrical palace is missing a corner of the roof. The gorgeous corridor made of light brown and milky white tiles is covered with dust. The glazed ceiling that used to be as clear and smooth as a lake has lost its dazzling color and is dull.
Smoke covered the sky, countless scorching fireballs and flames crisscrossed in the air, and fluctuations caused by magic came and went. The knights who were still fighting one second were annihilated by the strange power emerging from the void the next second. The dead bodies,
He climbed up from the ground silently, his eyes flashing with pale flames.
A mature man wearing a dark brown robe and a pure gold crown is walking in the lost corridor. The cold air is surrounding him. Countless incorporeal beings are hidden in the shadows and soil, isolating the inside and outside.
He stared at the road in front of him indifferently, his soft-lined face showing indifference, as if he didn't care about the fierce battle that was taking place.
Suddenly, He stopped, his brown eyes full of caution.
Farther away, at the end of the completely broken corridor, a young man shrouded in a robe was reading the book in his hand intently. His completely black eyes were squinting, as if he wanted to absorb every character on the page deeply into himself.
in memory.
Feeling the unnaturalness of his fate, Azik Eggers, who was led away from the battlefield, stayed where he was. His body's joints were stiff and stagnant, and only his mind could still function normally.
His eyes were sometimes frightened and sometimes confused. No matter how much he wanted to ask Father God for help, he could not really bring up that idea.
Around the winding corridor, incomprehensible colors of the spiritual world cover reality. Above the extremely high place, seven spiritual lights of different colors emerge silently, tacitly blocking the exchange of nearby information.
Time passed by little by little, and the young man with the hood stacked around his neck was still leaning on the broken handrail of the corridor, flipping through the diary he had written.
It wasn't until he closed the last cover that he slowly stood up and walked towards Azik step by step.
The restraints imposed on the "Death Archon" suddenly disappeared, and he regained his freedom, but his whole body still seemed to be suppressed by something. He was frozen in place, his brown eyes staring at the young man who was gradually walking in, unable to leave.
Don't open your eyes.
He has a standard beauty that belongs only to elves. The long black hair that reaches past his shoulders has no traces of pollution from extraordinary characteristics. However, on his peaceful face, a faint smile seems to occupy the corner of his mouth.
The cruel war is still going on, with cries of death and despair rising one after another, but the young man in the robe is taking a walk after dinner, unhurried, as if after learning the outcome, he is walking towards the inevitable future with no expectations.
Finally, Zhou Mingrui stood in front of Azik Eggers, sizing up this angel that he had never paid much attention to before. Although he didn't quite understand why the guidance of fate pointed to him, he still solemnly handed over the diary in his hand and slowly
Slowly put it into His hand.
His figure quickly shattered, and a little bit of bright light began to escape from the hem of his robe. The ancient god brushed against Azik's shoulder, walked back step by step, and finally disappeared.
The color of the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, the stagnant information was re-interacted, and the originally suppressed sounds exploded.
In the dilapidated corridor, the roars of knights and the screams of the undead once again occupied his eardrums. Azik Eggers looked around in confusion, and the anger in his eyes became more intense.
Who led me here?
He stepped forward, holding a blood-stained ancient notebook tightly in his right hand, and entered the spiritual world directly, preparing to return to the core of the battlefield.
At the same time, in the far west, in the Palace of the Night on the top of Mount Honakis, spiritual explosions erupted without warning. Antigonus, who had already accommodated the uniqueness, was floating in the air absentmindedly, and the projection of the goddess of the night shrouded him.
In the night sky, the hidden sky is about to take shape. The beautiful Mother of Heaven is kneeling at His feet, looking at her younger brother with despair in her eyes.
In front of the unconscious Antigonus, the projection of Origin Castle shook slightly, and a silver-white mask and velvet-like cloak fell from the sky, gently attached to Zhou Mingrui's body.
For a moment, within a limited range, the thinking of all intelligent creatures became chaotic, and even the true God who was far away in the kingdom of heaven could not avoid it.
...
In the eternal gray fog palace, "Secret", who had never appeared in the Tarot meeting just now, slowly opened his eyes. He sat weakly on the high-backed chair at the top, and the fatigue on his face could not be concealed.
The depths of his mind kept calling, and the overlapping murmurs no longer seemed so annoying. The rare relative tranquility replaced the sharp pain in his head. He tasted this surprising gift with some sadness, and unconsciously touched the corner of the table where it was neatly placed.
The blood-stained notes.
The yellowed pages of the book were carefully turned over, and "Secret" looked back at this carefully recorded memory, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a little nostalgic, but also a little reluctant.
He hasn't had a dream for a long time.
............
Next to the entrance of the subway station near Backlund Bridge, Ian was still wearing a shabby wide coat and a round felt hat. His right hand was holding his satchel tightly, his eyes were half-closed, and there was an inconspicuous blackness on his eyelids, and he was energetic.
Trance.
"You don't look like you've been sleeping well lately?" Klein, who had resumed his disguise and wore gold-rimmed glasses, walked over quickly, restraining his voice and asking with concern.
Ian, who was not frightened this time, reluctantly rubbed his eyes, yawned, quickly adjusted himself, and answered honestly:
"In the past two days, I encountered some problems while investigating Patrick from the dock union. The other party was very cautious and almost found me through an acquaintance who helped with the commission."
He did not mention the real dangers he faced, but only vaguely summarized the problems he had solved.
Almost finding Ian Klein, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, silently turned on his spiritual vision, scanned the surrounding area, and reminded:
"The previous intelligence was wrong, so there is no need to investigate him anymore."
The church is responsible next...he added in his mind.
After a brief explanation, at Ian's suggestion, they chose the convenient and cheap public carriage. They could reach Iron Cross Street before the party started.
It was evening, and Klein was unlucky not to find a seat. He could only hold on to the nearby armrest and bump along with the carriage.
He looked out the window in trance, thoughts racing in his mind.
Regardless of the fact that Lanreus is about to be taken over by the church, what is more important now is to collect the commission from Prince Edsac and the potion materials corresponding to the "magician".
Although the little "Sun" is about to join the patrol team, he does not know how long he will need to work for similar materials at the seventh level of the sequence before he can accumulate enough corresponding contributions.
At today's party, you can first mix the materials of the "Happy Witch" and try to ask for two materials: the entire spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther and the real roots of the misty tree people. You can look forward to the crystallization of the medulla of the Sonia spring water.
Mr. Hanged Man, he is at sea, where similar resources are more common.
...
7:55, back alley of Brave Bar.
It seems that there are new clues in the recent case of the rotting male corpse, and the official extraordinary people have been attracted a lot of energy. The always vigilant old man "Eye of Wisdom" actually changed the date of the party, moving it forward from Wednesday to Monday.
Klein, who was wearing a black iron mask, attended the party alone, while Ian, who came with him, stayed at the Brave Bar to help find experts who were good at blasting.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Klein, who was sitting in the corner of the living room that served as the party hall, looked around and found that many members seemed to have not attended the party due to a temporary change of date.
I don’t know why the old man “Eye of Wisdom” would change the time temporarily, and how did he know the official intention of the extraordinary people’s actions?
Klein looked at the "Eye of Wisdom" who was sitting on the easy chair to relax, and felt a sense of disobedience.
Since the official Beyonder's attention was attracted by the rotting male corpse, why did he rush to change the time of the party? Is he sure that the murderer behind it would be caught in a short time?
Or has he gotten the wind that the church's extraordinary people will conduct a sweeping search within a certain area in the near future?
However, after just thinking for a moment and confirming that there was no danger through coin divination, Klein put aside the motive of the "Eye of Wisdom" and began to confirm the members participating in the meeting.
Although there are a few missing, fortunately, the lady with the support of the "craftsman" does not seem to be absent, but the chubby "pharmacist" is missing.
In another corner, a man with a hoarse voice also looked around and said with a smile:
"The 'Medicine Master' and the 'Black Snake' didn't come. I only know that the 'Black Snake' died in the sewer. I don't know if the 'Medicine Master' guy is the same. If so, it would be a pity. Although he is a bit mean-mouthed,
, but the configured medicine is still quite useful."
With no one catering to his soliloquy in the dim room, Klein took one last look around. This time he didn't see the familiar "Bishop Rose", which made him feel relieved.
Although after getting along for a short time, we already know that the pair with a strange relationship will not hurt others casually, and even seem to be kind-hearted.
But being in the same room with an extraordinary person who is known for his bloodthirsty still makes Klein feel a chill.
The old man "Eye of Wisdom", who also wore a mask on his face and was slightly shaking his easy chair, suddenly sat upright, a deep gaze shot out from behind the mask, scanned the surroundings, and nodded.
"It seems that some friends will not come today, let's start now."
After he finished speaking, a few seconds later, the man with the hoarse voice just now raised his voice and asked without any concealment:
"I want to know what happened at the East District Pier recently. Haha, you should know that the 'devil' is on the move again."
"Of course, I will pay you five gold pounds. I think this news is worth this price."
East District Pier...Klein cast his gaze subconsciously and said nothing.
This morning, when he was reading the "Daily Observer", he discovered that the prostitutes that Lanerwus brutally murdered near the dock were officially promoted as another "masterpiece" of the crazy Ripper, making Silveras Field once again
He was criticized verbally and verbally by reporters.
This should be a cover-up by members of the Aurora Society, otherwise the police department would not be able to cause trouble on their own... Klein leaned back and prepared to listen to the speeches of other members.
Soon, a tall lady pressed her body forward, her sharp voice clearly disguised.
"Perhaps this is a scam, unless the 'demon' can separate himself and commit the crime at the same time."
"Ten gold pounds, I can tell you."
Bang!
In a corner of the living room, a member of medium height, whose whole body was covered in a cloak, and whose gender could not be identified, was a little excited. The chair under him hit the standing cabinet next to him, making a very obvious noise.
Several glances came to him instantly, and after stopping for a second, they all looked back at the lady who was speaking.
The man who asked the question looked in the direction of the lady through his mask, and after a while he said:
"Eight, I won't pay a higher price."
After thinking for a moment, the gloomy man said in a hoarse voice:
"If you just say it here, I think everyone will be interested in hearing it."
The lady was obviously a little unhappy, but she quickly continued:
"A new Ripper case has been discovered, but it is not the East End Pier case. It happened in the sewers at the junction of Queens and Jowood. The victim was a female police officer."
Thanks to the efforts of the Church of the Night, although female police officers are rare, they are not uncommon in Backlund.
Klein, who was integrating the clues in his mind, frowned slightly and subconsciously remembered the less obvious commonalities between the victims that Mike had mentioned.
The female police officer exam is often more difficult to pass than the ordinary police officer. Its academic requirements are relatively stricter, and the background is also more carefully controlled. It is difficult for a woman with a past of being a street girl to obtain such a decent career.
Moreover, female police officers are generally civilians... Klein, who once had the identity of a real police inspector, felt surprised.
As if aware of the doubts and distrust in the hearts of other members, the tall lady added:
"There were obvious signs of dragging at the crime scene, and only the lower body of the body was found. It was likely that someone had thrown the body into the sewer."
She spoke in great detail, as if she had been in contact with the investigation site herself.
Sure enough, the man who behaved more fiercely stared at her and asked in a threatening tone:
"How did you know?"
"I have my own intelligence source. Anyway, the dock was probably a copycat case, and it was also a cover for the police station to cover up the victimization of its own police officers. Of course, you don't have to believe it." The tall lady shook her head indifferently, as if she didn't care about the threat.
Maybe neither of them were made by "devils"... Klein shook his head in an unobtrusive manner.
According to his understanding, this kind of abominable disembowelment and killing is actually an evil ritual, and it is likely to involve the promotion of "devil".
This was the knowledge he learned from the internal information of the Nighthawks. After comparing the time intervals between several cases of the Crazy Ripper, he roughly determined the nature of this incident.
If the case in the sewer was really done by the "devil", there are only two possibilities, either he has been promoted and is just doing evil habitually this time, or he himself destroyed his ritual.
An Beyonder who is about to become a Sequence Five would not make such a stupid decision.
Klein, who gradually grasped the idea, suddenly froze and felt the urge to put his right hand on his face.
During this Tarot session, he actually forgot to ask "The Sun" about the "Devil".
I actually forgot. Could it be that my attention was focused on the basement ruins and the "mystery" at that time?
I seem to have forgotten something... Klein turned his head slightly, but he couldn't recall it.