Verdu subconsciously gulped a mouthful of saliva as he felt an indescribable sense of fear.
He didn't know what he was afraid of. There was clearly no actual danger, but a drop of unknown liquid that fell from above made his spine turn cold and his pores tighten.
Perhaps the environment here is too gloomy and silent, or perhaps the identity and source of the liquid is unknown … Verdu cautiously took two steps out and patiently observed.
In the next few minutes, nothing strange happened. No more liquid fell from the sky.
This made Verdu reasonably suspect that a bird had passed by with a sea fish or freshwater fish from the island's stream in its mouth. There was a slightly sticky liquid dripping from the surface of the fish.
He calmed himself down and checked the situation of the telegraph office ruins.
Nearly ten minutes later, Verdu confirmed that there were only traces of blood and simple murals that were related to mysticism. They were worth studying.
He didn't rashly pick up the blood-colored soil to copy the strange murals. Instead, he took out a pure, dreamy crystal ball from his pocket.
As an Astrologer, he naturally had to use his best method to confirm if he should take action.
With his left hand holding the crystal ball and his right hand caressing it, Verdu entered an astrological state.
In the next second, the crystal ball emitted a bright light.
Bang!
It exploded, scattering the fragments in all directions.
Verdu's gaze froze as he stood rooted to the ground, ignoring the pain brought about by the fragments stabbing into his body.
"It exploded … It actually exploded …" he muttered to himself in disbelief.
The crystal ball fragments that had stabbed into his body didn't seem to have broken through the classical robe. At that moment, they fell down without being stained with any blood.
Of course, there were a small number of crystal ball shards on Verdu's jaw and face, creating small wounds.
"Who is it?" Verdu suddenly snapped to his senses and turned to look elsewhere.
In the ruins opposite him, a figure walked out. It was the girl who was dressed in revealing clothes from the pirate ship.
She had originally hidden herself well and hadn't been discovered by Verdu. However, the crystal ball's explosion had given her a fright, causing her to react excessively and obviously, causing her stealth to fail.
Verdu's injured face immediately contorted.
"Why are you here?"
The girl curled up the corners of her mouth and put on a nonchalant look.
"This is Bansy Harbor, not your home. Why can't I be here?
"I'm bored, so I'm going to take a walk. I hope I can pick up some jewelry from the ruins. Is that okay?"
She asked twice in a row without any intention of distancing herself from Verdu.
Verdu didn't argue with her. He took out the ointment and medical alcohol that he had prepared beforehand and treated the injuries on his face and jaw. He then placed all the crystal ball fragments back into his pocket.
He did not want his blood to stay in such a strange place.
Then, Verdu tugged at an ornament on the classical robe.
It was a door-shaped pattern composed of three rubies, three emeralds, and three diamonds.
Almost instantly, the robe tightened, causing the flesh on Verdu's body to protrude.
Just as Verdu's bones were about to break, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.
Then, he "Teleported" to the seaside peak outside Bansy Harbor.
The mountain peak had also collapsed and turned into a pile of rubble.
According to what Verdu knew, this was once the place where the residents of Bansy sacrificed to the God of Weather. It was also a key target of the Church of the Storm.
After the crystal ball self-destructed to remind him of the unknown danger hidden in the Bansy telegraph office, Verdu didn't dare to continue exploring the area and gather mysticism materials. He could only forcefully move to the next location.
And this also allowed him to escape from the girl's pursuit.
As soon as Verdu's figure appeared, he bent down and panted heavily. He felt as though he had finally recovered from his suffocating state.
At the same time, Verdu felt a stabbing pain in his right rib, as though a bone had been broken.
After taking a few deep breaths, he endured the pain and took a few steps forward with his forehead covered in sweat. He arrived at the altar marked on the map.
Without a doubt, the altar had been destroyed. All that was left was a glassy, slightly charred crater. There were rubble of different shapes scattered around it.
The rubble had more or less traces of being struck by lightning.
After Verdu Abraham surveyed the area, he raised his right hand and waved his sleeve.
With a whistling sound, a portion of the small rubble was "pushed" away from the spot, revealing the ground that they had covered.
This was a Trickmaster's "Wind Spell." Verdu used it to replace his manual labor to ensure his safety to the greatest extent.
As the rubble "flew" away, Verdu saw the similarly charred ground. In some areas, there were a small number of extremely incomplete patterns, patterns, and symbols.
Whoosh!
The sound of the wind became more intense as it reverberated in Verdu's ears. It made him look up into the sky in surprise.
At some point in time, the wind that could only blow away small rubble had turned into a hurricane, "pushing" him to the point that he was staggering.
Verdu immediately saw thick, dark clouds gather in the sky, as though a storm was about to descend.
Although he had heard that Bansy was a Weather Museum, he had never thought that the change would be so sudden.
For a moment, Verdu suspected that his "Wind Spell" had attracted a storm, or that the cleaning up of the altar ruins had triggered some change.
This guess made his forehead break out into a cold sweat.
Amidst the raging storm, Verdu saw a pile of rubble fly up diagonally in front of him, revealing a boulder that had been buried beneath it.
The surface of the boulder was crisscrossed with deep cracks, giving off the feeling that it would crack with just a touch.
At that moment, the wind had calmed down significantly, but the heavy rain was still brewing.
Thinking that he was already at Bansy Harbor and that he couldn't be scared away, he mustered his courage and approached the boulder that was covered in charred cracks.
He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on it and seriously checked the boulder's condition.
Seven to eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass that was a mystical item and sighed regretfully and dejectedly.
He had already confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the boulder and that it didn't involve mysticism.
Just as Verdu was about to retract his gaze and leave, he suddenly saw a spot of red seep out from the bottom of the boulder where it connected to the soil.
The bright red gradually expanded, like blood that was spreading out.
However, it didn't infect too much. It was limited to a very small area.
Verdu's mind instantly flashed with the two blood-red figures in the ruins of the telegraph office. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.
His lips quickly turned dry, and his intuition told him that it wasn't anything good.
Swallowing another mouthful of saliva, Verdu raised his right hand and created another gust of wind, causing many miniature rubble to roll over and completely fill the bottom of the boulder, concealing the bright red that seeped out.
He didn't stay here any longer. He forced himself to activate "Teleport" again and headed for his final destination.
This time, another of his ribs was broken, and the pain was so excruciating that he nearly fainted.
Coupled with the suffocation brought about by the spatial compression, Verdu felt like he was hovering on the edge of death.
It took him dozens of seconds to recover, and he cast his gaze forward.
This place was also in ruins. Collapsed houses covered the ground, which was overgrown with weeds.
According to a pirate who had once explored the ruins of Bansy, there was an item worth studying here:
It was a very ordinary wooden door, but it was the only thing that was still intact in all of Bansy.
The pirate didn't discover anything special about the wooden door, so he got his men to lift it and attempt to move it back to the ship.
However, they had only taken two steps when they suddenly collapsed. Their heads dragged their spines as they left their bodies and rolled to the side.
This frightened the pirate. He didn't dare to stay any longer and led the rest of the crew to flee in a hurry.
Verdu didn't completely believe the other party's story. Although he didn't have much experience at sea, he knew that sailors loved to brag. They would always exaggerate matters that were only two or three to ten.
However, even if it was a boast, Verdu believed that the wooden door was worth studying.
After some searching, he found his target.
The ordinary-looking wooden door leaned against a collapsed wall. It had a brass keyhole and handle.
There were no corpses around it, nor were there any traces of blood. It was the same as most of the ruins.
Indeed, he was bragging. Heh, perhaps the pirate heard about this wooden door from somewhere else. He and his men didn't dare to attempt to move it … Verdu looked around and suddenly said,
"Who is it?
"Why are you monitoring me?"
In fact, he didn't notice anyone around him. Based on his previous experience and lessons, he had used his words and reactions to deceive any possible monitors.
In the next second, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly walked out from a shadow.
He didn't say a word and silently left the place.
As Verdu rejoiced, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He seized the moment and approached the wooden door.
According to the information he had obtained, no matter which side the wooden door was pushed to, it wouldn't bring about any unusual changes. And there wouldn't be any danger if he didn't try to move it.
After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand into his sleeve and used his classic robe as a "glove" to pull the wooden door.
The wooden door was erected, and the surroundings were silent.
Verdu then pushed the wooden door like he would normally open a door, but he still didn't see any changes.
He tried many other methods, but he couldn't make the wooden door show any abnormalities. It seemed that it was really just lucky to have survived the destruction of the Church of the Storm.
Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried his best to regain his calm.
He thought for a moment and tried to open the door again.
However, unlike before, he held the handle and gently twisted it.
After hearing the slight sound of metal colliding, Verdu pushed forward, allowing the wooden door to open diagonally backward. He leaned against the collapsed wall again.
This time, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of Verdu.
In the fog, there was a faintly discernible street and row after row of houses.
Outside one of the houses, there was a wooden sign. There seemed to be a few Rouen words written on it:
"Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office."
As Verdu's pupils dilated, a calm voice sounded from the telegraph office that was shrouded in a faint fog.
"Are you … here to send … a telegram?
"Please come in."
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