Not only Vanna vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the saints nearby also felt that something was wrong. These hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient existence wrapped in a shroud with a hideous appearance, and in front of them
In his impressions and in the records of church classics, all descriptions of this "gravekeeper" carry words like "cold, responsible, and indifferent" - no record has ever said that he would also treat the victim.
The selected listener says "please"!
However, Fanna didn't have time to think too much. She noticed that the tombkeeper was still waiting patiently for her, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded: "Okay."
The tombkeeper turned around and led Vanna towards the grand and ancient mausoleum palace, leaving the saints in the square watching the two retreating figures.
The heavy mausoleum door closed behind her, seeming to cut off the sound of the entire world. Standing in the cold and silent corridor, Fanna's heart gradually calmed down.
This is the second time she has entered this mausoleum. Compared with the slightly nervous and nervous mood when she first entered, she is now more or less accustomed to it.
She knew that she would go straight forward, pass through the passage with many messages from her predecessors, enter the deepest tomb, and see the body of the unknown king. Then, she would forget what she saw and heard, and be
Send it outside the tomb - and on the parchment in her hand, she will leave notes recorded by her own hand.
Those secrets that cannot be taken out of the mausoleum will be torn away, those things that can be revealed to the world will be left behind, and the pollution she suffered in the process of listening to knowledge will be safely "forgotten"
Stay in the tomb.
Fanna calmed down and stepped forward.
A slightly heavy footsteps followed him.
The young judge stopped in surprise and looked back at the tombkeeper following him.
Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t the tombkeeper leave on his own after the listener enters the tomb?
"Anything else...is there anything else?" Fanna couldn't help but speak, her words were cautious and she was on full alert.
The tombkeeper lowered his gaze, his single eye outside the shroud was filled with turbid gaze, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, it's just an escort - do you need an escort?"
The sense of dissonance came over again. Although Fanna had only one experience of entering the mausoleum and was not familiar with all the details related to "Vision 004", she instinctively felt that something was not right with the tombkeeper's behavior...
There is a big gap with what is recorded.
But Vanna did not lose her cool because of this. She always remembered that she was in an extremely high-ranking ancient vision, and every detail here was crucial to her life. Therefore, she was extremely cautious and did not dare to accept the "gravekeeper's offer" rashly.
"Extra services": "I think... I know the way to go."
The tombkeeper just stared at the "visitor" in front of him quietly, with no emotion visible in his single eye. After a few seconds, he nodded and slowly stepped back: "Okay, please go straight forward. When it's over,
I'll see you out."
The figure of the tombkeeper disappeared into the corridor.
Fanna was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party even used the word "you" at the end.
...Why is this cold and arrogant ancient guard so polite today...
She shook her head and tried hard to expel all the complicated thoughts from her mind. She was worried that this was some kind of mental disturbance caused by this ancient vision. She concentrated on what she should do and finally walked through the long corridor.
, entering the deepest tomb chamber of the palace.
In the tomb, the mysterious headless corpse was still sitting on the tall throne. Pale braziers were burning on both sides. Opposite the body of the unknown king, there was a chair that was obviously newly moved.
Fanna's eyelids twitched.
At this moment, the always serious and self-denying Miss Inquisitor actually had a somewhat outrageous thought in her mind - next time she comes, there won't be many fruit plates in this place...
She walked towards the chair and sat down carefully, then raised her head and looked at the headless body on the throne.
The next second, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in a vast open stone square, with the chaotic sky covering her vision, a mysterious stream of light rising from the top of the broken pillar in the distance, and a roar coming from behind - a vision.
004 sank quickly and returned to the underground.
Vanna was still in a daze, but the saints waiting in the square had quickly gathered around.
One of the saint phantoms carried the familiar aura of Valentine. He came to Vanna and said in a hurry: "Look at what is recorded on the parchment."
Only then did Fanna react and quickly picked up the parchment in her hand - as expected, the parchment this time was still incomplete, but compared with last time when there was only a small note left, the situation was much better.
.
The parchment was only torn off in half, leaving clear writing on the remaining half of the paper.
Fanna's eyes scanned the familiar handwriting——
"Shadows from the dark abyss have begun to rise.
"The day to set sail.
"Vision-Pland."
The saints looked at each other, and the shadow of Bishop Valentine raised his head and looked at Vanna in astonishment, as if he instinctively wanted to ask something, but didn't know how to ask.
There is a problem with the content on the parchment, a big problem - however, the listener will not remember his or her experience in the central tomb. The words that can be brought out on the note are all the information. Vision 004 will not answer any unnecessary questions.
The only thing that can be guaranteed is that the information on the note is correct and true.
"Shadows in the dark abyss...the days of setting sail..." Some saints couldn't help but mutter to themselves and looked at their compatriots in confusion. "In the past, the information conveyed in the tombs was relatively accurate and intuitive.
, such obscure metaphors rarely appear..."
"Perhaps this is accurate and intuitive information, but the key parts have been torn off," another saint muttered. "Compared to this, the content of the last sentence is..."
"Vision, Purender." I don't know who it was, said softly.
Fanna's eyes were also fixed on the last sentence on the note. Among the three sentences, only this sentence completely attracted her attention. Of course, she thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the final sweep.
The ghostly flames passed through the entire city-but then, she noticed another thing.
"No number..." she whispered in surprise, then looked up at Valentine and repeated, "No number?!"
At this moment, she didn't even know which one she should be surprised about first - whether it was surprise that Plande was recognized as a "vision", or surprise that this vision had no number!
There was some commotion among the saints. Even though they were all high-ranking clergymen from various church regions, and even though they all had tenacious will and strong strength, they still couldn't help but fall into confusion and confusion. Low and uneasy discussions were going on all around them.
As the sound rang out, more familiar saints came to Vanna and Valentine and asked them about Purander's current situation.
This made Vanna a little at a loss - compared to the experienced Bishop Valentine, she was still too young.
But fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a short period of time. The saints gathered in the square suddenly became quiet. Vanna raised her head and saw the hazy black figures retreating to both sides in unison. A priest in luxurious clothes
The elegant lady in a robe was walking towards him and Bishop Valentine.
Vanna and Valentine immediately bowed and saluted: "His Majesty the Pope."
"No need to be polite," Pope Helena, the ruler of the Deep Sea Church, the spokesperson of the Storm Goddess in the world, fell on Vanna, and then on the parchment, "Can you let me see it?"
"Of course," Fanna heard and quickly handed over the parchment, "Here you go."
Helena took the parchment, glanced at the words on it, then raised her head and looked at Vanna with a faint smile: "The words are very beautiful - much more beautiful than the words you wrote on the report."
Fanna was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the Pope to suddenly mention this. Then she felt a little embarrassed: "That report... I wrote it in a hurry. The situation in the city-state was a bit chaotic at that time..."
"It's understandable that the first time I wrote such a long report, I wanted to eat the pen," Helena said with a smile, "So the typewriter is a good invention, why not use it?"
Fanna's tone was a little weird: "...I always break it by accident, and I can't get used to it."
Helena's smile became more obvious, and then she handed the parchment back to Vana and said casually: "I have read all the reports you submitted about the historical pollution incident in Pland - including the part about the Lost Home. Frankly.
It is not surprising that after experiencing such a great change, the city-state of Puland turned into a place similar to a 'vision' - although the birth process of this vision is extraordinary, the 'extraordinary' is what it is.
Characteristics of anomalies and anomalies.”
She said, paused briefly, and then her expression gradually became serious.
"It's just that... without a number, it's a bit too 'extraordinary'."
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