Hiding in a small alley on the side of the street, Karl and Ceryl, who had returned to her original appearance, huddled together and discussed the next plan.
Outside the alley is the busy London street. Even at this time of night, people are still coming and going and it is very lively. However, this noise does not disturb Karl and the others. In this narrow space, the two people are discussing carefully.
Countermeasures.
"How did you push people away just now?" Karl asked.
He didn't quite understand how the sealed Cyril could do that and sneak back before being discovered by the judge.
"Remember the shadow beast we brought out from the shadow world?" Cyril looked at Karl happily in the darkness and said, "I used that guy to attract the attention of the judge."
Well, Karl had almost forgotten about it.
The shadow beast that doesn't like light usually hides in the dark, and doesn't need to be fed or cared for on weekdays. The only person responsible for it is Cyril.
But could that thing actually lead the judge away? And it also covered Cyril's escape from the scene.
"I remember you said that that guy has no fighting ability, right?"
Karl remembered very clearly that day when he woke up from bed. Cyril said that this guy could only be a messenger. According to this statement, how could he possibly create such a level of commotion!
"Of course not normally," Cyril then took out the Judge's Talisman that she had collected before, and then said with a smile, "But with this in my hand, the situation is different."
It's actually a talisman that came out of this subspace!
Looking at Cyril's palm, Karl asked curiously: "That means you can now use this talisman to strengthen the shadow beast?"
"No, I used the transformation function of the talisman to activate the remaining shadow elements in the shadow beast, which is equivalent to letting it burn its life and move."
When he said this, Karl understood, "How is that shadow beast doing now?"
"The order I gave was to attract enough attention and then lurk. Although it is already dying, it is still hiding in the station and is not dead."
"Um."
After asking this question clearly, Karl looked outside.
Because it was around the train station, there were still many people walking on the streets even at night. In order to ensure that their next conversation could proceed safely, he checked the surrounding environment again.
Fortunately, no one seemed to notice them, and no one dressed as a judge passed by.
After confirming that no one would disturb him here, Karl turned around and asked Cyril the most important thing.
"Judging from previous information, the judges are going to end the battle with the Eidolon Lord today. But now all we know is time. How do you think we can find this decisive battle location in such a large city of London?"
Cyril did not answer him directly, but pulled up her skirt and squatted on the ground, stretching out her fingers to draw on the dirty ground. In just a few seconds, a simple map of London including various groups around it appeared on the
on the ground.
"First here, on June 28, 1894, in Whitechapel;"
"Then July 4, 1894, Brighton;"
"Then July 1894..."
Every time a location was reported, Seliel poked a point on the ground, and in this way, 35 directions were quickly marked on the map.
Looking at the map on the ground that had begun to take shape, Karl could see that these places were related, and they seemed to form a special symbol.
"Are these locations deployed according to a certain pattern?"
"That's right." Cyril nodded, and then connected the dots with lines, and soon a figure with ten-pointed stars, six-pointed stars, and five-pointed stars nested in rings appeared on the ground.
The center of this symmetrical figure, which is supposed to be the corner of the five-pointed star, has not yet been marked by Cyril.
So Karl took the initiative to put his hand on this position and said: "So this is where we are going, right?"
"Of course not." Unexpectedly, Cyril actually slapped Karl's hand away, directly denying his speculation.
But if not here, where else could it be?
"You made a very simple mistake," Cyril explained. "I'm afraid the judges will also be misled. They are going here tonight to prevent the sacrifice, but the real purpose should not be here."
"What does this mean?" Karl frowned. Could it be that there are any hidden secrets?
Cyril moved her slender fingers and pressed on the first point she drew, which was the Whitechapel district in 1894, and whispered: "It begins here and ends here."
Looking up at Karl, Saili continued to explain, "This is also an interesting guy. He modified the promotion ceremony of Lord Eidolon and arranged 36 sacrificial points regularly to form a very huge altar.
"
"The magic ritual of this ring-shaped bridge is a very ancient magic technique from the Gods. In this era, there are probably not many people who know what it means."
"I would like to hear the details." Karl nodded slightly and said.
"His ritual must be at the starting point when it is completed, not the end. Therefore, the culprit must be at the location of his first sacrifice in Whitechapel tonight, rather than the final sacrifice tonight.
node."
This is quite ceremonial, Karl thought to himself, and then asked: "What is the difference between doing this and your original promotion ceremony that only has a time limit? Could it be said that you can gain stronger power?"
"It can also be understood this way."
Cyril answered Karl, then stood up and nodded to him, and erased the map she had just drawn on the ground with her foot.
"If this magical ritual with a huge coverage is successfully constructed and his promotion ceremony goes smoothly, then with the city of London as the center, half of England will be affected by this ritual."
As she was narrating, Seliel's eyes also became serious, which didn't look like a good thing.
"What will be the consequences?" Facing Cyril's appearance, Karl asked with a solemn expression.
According to her previous introduction to the profession of Eidolon Lord, this may cause a huge disaster.
"All weak humans, as well as the elderly and young children, will be eroded by the magic power of this ritual and turned into undead servants for him to drive."
"So without further ado, it's time for us to set off."
Celier clapped her hands, wiped off the dust on her fingers, pointed outside the alley and said.
"Um."
Karl nodded in agreement, so the two of them walked out of here, got on the carriage heading to Whitechapel District, and left this place.