The old guard of the cemetery was in a daze. He looked at the direction in which the flames dissipated, but a lot of information revealed by the other party in the short conversation still remained in his mind. It was not until Anne next to him grabbed his sleeve that the old man
Suddenly woke up.
He lowered his head and saw Annie looking at him uneasily. In addition to being helpless, the girl's eyes were filled with nervousness and confusion.
Maybe she can already understand the separation between life and death, but she still can't fully understand what just happened.
The old guard bent over, his old and stiff joints aching slightly in the cold winter. He stretched out his hand and patted the snowflakes on Annie's shoulder: "Annie, don't be afraid, nothing bad will happen."
"Grandpa Caretaker..." The girl's lips moved. She was trying her best to organize the words, but she didn't know where to start. "That person just now..."
"Don't ask too much, don't think too much, just like the textbook says, don't pry into the knowledge that is not open to mortals - you just need to know that it is a visitor. He has no ill intentions towards you. Now that he has left, you and
His connection ends there.”
"Then my dad..."
"Your father may have done great things - beyond all of our imaginations," the old guard said softly, reaching out and pressing the girl's hair, "Annie, don't worry, he is no longer wandering on the sea, he is going
We have found a better place. Go back and tell your mother, she has been waiting for this news for a long time."
Annie pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before confirming in a low voice: "This time, is it true?"
"It's true," the old guard laughed, "you are no longer a six-year-old child."
Anne nodded as if she understood, and then said goodbye to the old guard at the cemetery. She turned around and walked towards the path leading to the block, following the ruts that had not yet frozen into ice, and slowly walked home.
direction, slowly blending into the silvery background of the city.
In front of the entrance to the cemetery, the old guard looked in the direction of the path for a long time. When he saw Annie's figure disappearing at the intersection, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The child did not fall this time.
Then he raised his hand and gently pressed the thing in his pocket - a letter that seemed to contain countless secrets was lying there quietly.
Coming from an indescribable visitor, seemingly ordinary materials may also contain unimaginable knowledge and secrets. What does this letter... exactly mean?
The old guard's eyes gradually became serious. He turned around and returned to the cemetery. At the same time, he waved his hand behind him, and the heavy wrought iron gate creaked shut.
The cemetery will no longer be open today.
…
Agatha looked at the torn pieces on the ground with a serious expression. The cold wind blowing from the alley blew her long hair, and the cold air kept getting into the gaps between her clothes and bandages. In the bone-penetrating cold air,
It seems that the fear and despair of the two Annihilation cultists on their deathbed are still frozen.
Several guards in black are busy nearby. The team that came here to deal with the scene has blocked the entrance and exit of the alley. There are also people in several nearby alleys investigating clues - the evidence collection work is proceeding in an orderly manner, but Agatha
The confusion in my heart has not diminished yet.
What kind of power can turn people into pieces like porcelain dolls?
So far, no known divine or heretical spell can produce this effect, and even the various magic spells used by the deep demons do not have this weird phenomenon.
The young gatekeeper raised his cane and fiddled with one of the fragments with the tin tip. The pale, porcelain-like fragments turned over on the ground, making a crisp sound.
It flips over, showing about half a face, including lips, nose bridge and one eye.
Even though it is incomplete, it clearly captures the fearful look of the cultist at the moment of death.
And...a weird smile?
Agatha frowned. She could see that the lips on the ceramic shard showed a suspicious arc, as if a reassuring and calm smile was frozen just as it was about to emerge - and this subtle arc and the
The fear in the eyes appeared on the same face at the same time, making it look even more weird and terrifying.
After pondering for a moment, she shook her head and walked towards another "scene" deep in the alley.
A pile of almost burnt wreckage was piled up in the alley. Traces of fierce battles and explosions could still be seen around the wreckage. The impact was large, but the battle process was obviously overwhelming - at the same time, it was also the same as that at the entrance of the alley.
Pile of fragments with completely different fighting styles.
A priest who inspected the scene stood up from the pile of wreckage, took off his gloves and nodded to Agatha: "A priest of annihilation who has completed deep purification, judging from the degree of flesh and blood distortion, is not weak. In theory, even if he encounters
A full squad of twelve defenders might have been able to counterattack and break through, but they were quickly dealt with - and there was almost no trace of a counterattack."
Agatha frowned slightly: "Can you tell where his opponent comes from?"
The priest shook his head: "The simplest and crudest attack method, pure force, makes it difficult to determine the identity of the other party. However, we found some traces of abnormal condensation of water vapor nearby, which may be the only clue."
"Water vapor condensation...is it just such a trace," Agatha said softly, then looked back at the direction of the alley, "Two completely different fighting styles."
"Yes, one is simple and crude, and the other is weird and dangerous. The common point is that they are both powerful - priest-level heretics have no chance to fight back," the priest nodded and said, "The only good news is that they are obviously enemies of the Annihilation Sect.
"
"The enemy of our enemy is not necessarily our friend," Agatha shook her head. "What's more, they obviously have a tendency to hide their actions - they don't want to show up. This in itself is worthy of vigilance."
After saying this, she paused and then asked: "What about the investigation status of surrounding residents?"
"Nearby residents heard the fighting, but most of them didn't dare to pry. They could only judge the time and duration of the fighting from their mouths - it took place approximately after one o'clock in the morning, and the duration may have been less than three minutes."
"That's all? Where are the others?"
"There is no more news for the time being," the pastor spread his hands. "I have arranged for people to go door to door to investigate the situation, including alleys further away, to see if I can find any witness reports of strangers. But Fireplace Street is a big place.
Block, it is estimated that there will be no results in a short time."
At this moment, a burst of hasty footsteps suddenly came from the side, interrupting the conversation between Agatha and the priest.
A guard with short brown hair walked quickly into the alley, came to the priest and quickly reported the situation.
"Inside the building?" After listening to his subordinate's report, the priest immediately frowned and looked up at the building diagonally across the alley.
Upon seeing this, Agatha immediately asked: "What's going on?"
"Something was discovered in the house at No. 42," the priest said immediately. "There was a Sen'jin woman who was attacked by extraordinary power and fell into a coma, and a room contaminated by strange things was found on the second floor of the house."
…
In Cemetery No. 3, in the caretaker's cabin, the old caretaker carefully locked the door, and then came to the desk in the corner with a serious expression.
He had asked the guards outside to be on guard near the hut and to provide adequate protection in the open space around the house - but this was not enough.
After arriving at the desk, he took out incense, essential oils, candles, herbal powder and other items from the drawer, and began to decorate a powerful altar.
He lit the candle at a specific location, added essential oils and herbal powders to it, blessed the entire desk with the scent of incense, and then placed the incense burner in the middle of the candlestick, constructing it according to the symbolism of the altar - he prepared this skillfully
Everything and every action seems to have been rehearsed thousands of times.
This is the quality a veteran should have.
A few minutes later, the altar was completed.
The old guard breathed out softly and looked at the pale burning flames on the candlesticks and the thin incense smoke that condensed over the table like substance. He could feel that the power of Bartok, the God of Death, had briefly descended on this place.
In a small house, the power of blessing lingers around the desk, stabilizing the order of time and space here, and also stabilizing his own spirit.
To come into contact with indescribable knowledge, no amount of rigorous and tedious preparations are too much.
He sat down slowly, finished another prayer in his heart, and then solemnly took out the letter from his pocket.
The old man looked at the cover of the letter.
This was something that the nameless visitor gave to him. He promised to pass it on to the gatekeeper Agatha, but he also said that as long as the news could be sent to the Frost Cathedral - there was no word in his words.
I said that no one else is allowed to open and read the letter.
If you just need to convey a message, you can read it yourself and then paraphrase it.
After all, cemetery guards are the first line of defense to the cathedral.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and, fully prepared, picked up the letter opener next to him and carefully opened the seemingly ordinary cover.
A folded piece of letter paper slipped out of the envelope.
With an unprecedented solemn expression and an almost martyrdom-like determination, the old guard slowly unfolded the letter -
The three characters "Report Letter" came into view.