It was an originally sunny day in Yotun City. After a muffled thunder exploded, heavy rain poured down and wet all the streets.
Pickets on the streets were still searching for people from Nippur, causing panic throughout the city.
Daniel was resting at home today. He was sitting in the library reading books. Because the street was too noisy, he hurried out and closed all the windows in the house.
However, at this moment, the doorbell of the house rang.
Listening to the increasingly fierce thunder outside, Daniel opened the door of his house with some curiosity.
"Inspector Martin! Please return to the Police Bureau now."
Standing outside the door was one of Dardaniel's subordinates. He was soaked to the skin and panting constantly. The smell of rain came to his nostrils and entered Dardaniel's home.
The latter covered his mouth and nose in disgust: "I have already asked for leave from the department. During this time, my stomach is getting more and more uncomfortable. I'm afraid I have to rest for a while."
"This...I just got the order to ask you to go back." The man outside the door looked embarrassed.
"What's the emergency? Maintaining law and order? Or openly supporting the group of robbers downstairs who are robbing homes? I can't handle the errands done by the idiots in the city government."
Although Dardaniel was quite cold-blooded on Abigail's case, he did so out of duty. Even he could not stand the way the pickets persecuted the Nippur people.
"If the picket team is short of people, the city hall can choose from prisoners. Anyway, they are equally good at it."
With a sarcastic remark, Daniel wanted to close the door, but his subordinate grabbed the doorknob.
"No, Detective Martin, it has nothing to do with the pickets and the city government. We need your invisible skills."
Daniel was stunned for a moment, and his hand relaxed: "Speak clearly, old man."
"Remember that statue? I found it from Abigail Gerstave Herman."
Following the hurried words of his subordinate, the image of a ferocious sheep skull wrapped in tentacles gradually appeared in Daniel's mind.
"Sure, any questions?"
"It's missing!"
Dardaniel's expression was frozen, and he looked up and down at the subordinate outside the door, then opened the door panel, greeted the other person to come in, and then handed him a towel to dry the water stains on his body.
"Let's take a break. I'll make you a cup of hot tea and tell you clearly. I remember that the statue was stolen once and was later found in Miss Herman's cell."
As soon as Dardaniel finished speaking, the subordinate nodded: "Yes! Yes! But it disappeared again, just under our care..."
Daniel handed the brewed tea to the other party's hand, holding his chin and thinking deeply.
"Is it related to that lady?"
"Unclear, we have no whereabouts of Ms. Herman."
Daniel couldn't help but fell silent.
He has never given up his suspicion on Abigail, but now the Privy Council has changed its tune and the Inspection Bureau has no right to continue pursuing Abigail.
The statue belongs to the other party, and the other party will definitely find a way to take it back.
So that's the case, no wonder the bureau is eager for him to use his invisible skills.
As expected, the subordinate requested: "You are the secret messenger of the trial path. I heard that it is particularly suitable for tracking."
Daniel silently picked up the long cigarette rod on the side cabinet, lit it and smoked.
He is indeed an asexual seer, Secret Path of Judgment 1: Secret Agent.
This is allowed in the Velen Police Bureau. Only the Renekton Police Bureau will refuse any asexual seer from entering the Suppression Department, and will identify them as esoteric cultists and strictly monitor them.
This may be one of the reasons why William looks down on Dardaniel.
Agents can use material guidance to find lost objects or people.
For example, if a cat is lost in someone's home, the agent can visually form a path to the cat's location based on the hair falling from the home, and materialize this path by sprinkling water droplets or other substances.
Dardaniel hasn't used the Invisibility Technique for a long time, because it was too easy to arrest Abigail before, and he was not needed in most cases.
He stood up and opened the curtains, looked at the weather outside, and put on his coat with great displeasure.
"My stomach starts to hurt again..." he said before leaving.
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Deep in the damp and dark sewers, Abigail, who was among the many heretic cultists, was staring at the woman in front of her.
"Are you also...a seer of the virtual realm?"
"That's right." Sabrina answered truthfully, her voice sounded particularly ethereal in Abigail's ears, "But only you are the priest of the past, and you can directly contact the virtual world through the relics of the three pillars, and obtain secrets from them.
pass."
Directly receiving a secret message? Abigail was surprised by the value of this identity.
"You mean, as long as I fully study the 'Spiritual Scholar', I can directly obtain the Second Secret Transmission through the statue?"
"Yes, because you are the old priest of the Black Goat, your secret sequence is the Black Goat." Sabrina nodded slightly.
Abigail swallowed hard and continued to ask hoarsely: "It is said... that seers will experience the lethality of study."
"This requires you to realize what the source of lethality is." Sabrina stepped aside, and a mutated believer still wearing a cloak stepped forward. Abigail could see it hidden under the
The strange hands in the sleeves that look like fish fins.
"The three fatalities, of which 'fear', comes from the virtual realm, is also the foundation of the pillar, and the source of our strength... Ah\u0027lloigshogg, mgehye\u0027lloig, ahgof\u0027n ot r\u0027luh."
The moment Sabrina finished speaking, the weird believer suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Abigail's arm.
Its hood came off, and four bead-like transparent corneas came directly to Abigail's face. Abigail looked directly at the craziness crawling in the other person's eyes, and crazy thoughts continued to impact her consciousness.
The colors of the ether in front of her were chaotic and disorderly, like pools of mixed paint, flickering with dazzling light pollution.
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With a scream, Abigail pushed the weirdo away, and the latter retreated behind Sabrina and put on the hood again.
"We pollute our spirits and welcome the evil days of the past, C\u0027 pollute orr\u0027e ng wele mgepog yah\u0027or\u0027nanahh ot mgvulgtm."
"And this is how we speed up our study progress and bring deathly fear to this world."
Abigail raised her head and saw Sabrina squatting down, stretching out her withered hand and stroking her bandaged cheek.
"At the same time, we are also immune to the lethality of fear. If it were another person in the situation just now, the mental body would have been contaminated, and the next step would be to fall into madness and self-destruction... but you did not."
The lethality of spreading fear is actually a way for worshipers of the past to speed up their study of secret transmissions!
This is completely contrary to the seers of sex or asexuality.
Normal seers shun the lethality of fear, but Great Old Ones embrace it!
"This is the best moment. Jotun is filled with fear and is about to be devoured... Then, beloved of the Black Goat! Will you accept this fate?"