An iron-black coffin covered in strange patterns sat quietly in the middle, and there seemed to be a faint fluctuation in the air that was silently colliding.
Emlyn White stood in the corner and followed the normal ritual procedures. He lit the candles and dripped the essential oil and the corresponding herbal powder.
A misty atmosphere spread out as Emlyn recalled the requirements of artificial sleepwalking. He lowered his head and began Cogitation while repeatedly chanting The Fool's honorific name.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
…
Amidst the monotonous and rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually entered a magical state. His body was relaxed and restrained, as though he was asleep, but his spirituality was lively and light as it constantly spread out.
At this moment, he had the feeling that he was constantly drifting upwards.
In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat at the end of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers as he looked at the rippling screens of light beside him. He expressionlessly admired the praying figure.
Although it was very blurry, Klein immediately recognized the vampire, Emlyn White.
He's very courageous to have the initiative to buy a doll … Klein sighed and didn't respond.
He had previously attempted to divine the Sanguine's goal, but he was unable to obtain any effective revelations. The only thing he could be sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Order.
This made Klein rather curious, but he wouldn't take the risk of responding to Emlyn White with a high-ranking Sanguine hiding beside him.
He didn't know if the other party could grasp any traces of danger like Blasphemer Amon in the mysterious space above the gray fog, nor did he wish to confirm it. After all, Amon was only an avatar back then, and the present high-ranking Sanguine was most likely the main body.
There's no need to take risks on unimportant matters, even if I want to understand the Sanguine's true goal … Besides, it's not like there's no other way … Klein looked at the "artificial sleepwalking" Emlyn White and muttered to himself with a smile.
I can delay the response …
He planned on waiting until tomorrow or the day after, when Emlyn White left his protection and when the Sanguine gave up on the matter, then he would suddenly respond!
However, there was a prerequisite. He had to first confirm the level of risk with divination.
…
"Tail Devourer … Just like that river?" Derrick Berg immediately made the connection.
Demon Hunter Colin nodded solemnly.
"Yes.
"This means that we might have already stepped into a river that we can't leave from.
"Fortunately, this should only be some power left behind by the Angel of Fate. It's not hiding here. "
No, it's not a possibility, it's a certainty, and it's been a long time ago … Derrick responded inwardly.
At this moment, Colin took out a dark red metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
His light blue eyes quickly faded and were dyed silver. In the end, his pupils even became vertical, reflecting the figure of the little boy, Jack.
Sparks of silver light shot out from his eyes, spiraling and colliding with each other.
Dang!
Demon Hunter Colin first stabbed the longsword in his hand into the ground and pulled out another straight sword, smearing it with golden oil that resembled sunlight.
Noticing this, the little boy Jack's expression changed, as if it was shrouded in a thick shadow.
Before he could open his mouth, Demon Hunter Colin moved. He pulled out his sword from the ground and left behind a blurry figure.
Golden and silver flashed, illuminating the entire underground hall. The light in front of the little boy, Jack, was the brightest.
After a shrill scream, darkness enveloped the altar once again.
The little boy, Jack, stood in place without moving a single step, but the human face in his chest and abdomen had disappeared, leaving behind only a hole where his squirming organs could be seen.
A few meters to the side of Jack, Demon Hunter Colin was half-squatting on the ground, his swords hanging diagonally.
In front of him, the human face had been torn apart, returning to its scattered eyes, nose, and mouth.
These organs twitched and bounced as if they had been electrocuted. Soon, they stopped moving and rapidly rotted, as if they were meant to be.
In the blink of an eye, Derrick felt an invisible barrier appear around him like a wall of water and silently shatter.
Almost at the same time, he seemed to leave the turbulent river and return to the shore.
Looking at the gloomy underground hall, the hanging statue, and the boy, Jack, whose expression was contorted from pain and had fainted, Derrick was delighted as he heaved a sigh of relief.
He knew that he and the others had finally escaped from their repetitive lives.
Derrick knew very well that although the final process didn't seem complicated, without understanding the problem beforehand and receiving no hints, they might have to repeat it dozens or hundreds of times before they could discover any clues and find a solution.
During this process, if they weren't careful, they would die. And Derrick had no way of knowing if the lost life would be reborn, or if they would still be "resurrected" by the bonfire, only to die after completely escaping the predicament.
What was even more serious was that people would always repeat the same choices. In other words, if they couldn't discover the problem the first time, without the corresponding memories and experience, they might not be able to detect any abnormalities even the hundredth or thousandth time. They would be completely lost in the river of cycles until the normal flow of time in the outside world reached the end of their lives.
At the thought of such a possibility, Derrick was sincerely grateful to Mr. Fool. Grateful? Recovering his memories and giving him a hint.
Turning his head, he saw that Joshua and the other members of the exploration team didn't have any abnormal reactions as they checked the surrounding area, as if the previous six explorations didn't exist.
Perhaps only by returning to the City of Silver can they realize that they've lost a part of their lives from the wrong dates … Derrick thought silently.
At this moment, Demon Hunter Colin stood up and walked back to Jack's side. He took out another metal bottle and poured the black, sticky liquid inside onto Jack's empty chest.
The liquid quickly condensed into a translucent membrane that stuck to the wound and stopped the blood flow.
"Haim, Joshua, you're in charge of bringing him along," Colin suppressed the palpitations in his heart and instructed in a deep voice.
In his eyes, this was the hope for the City of Silver to escape the curse and defeat the prophecy of the apocalypse!
Phew … Derrick wanted to secretly thank Mr. Fool, but he realized that there was no corresponding prayer gesture.
…
In Empress Borough, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.
The sumptuous dinner shimmered with an alluring luster under the illumination of the many candles.
Unlike what the newspapers and magazines imagined, the dinner of a large noble family wasn't solemn, and there was no need to maintain silence.
This was a rare time for the family members to gather together. As they ate, they casually chatted about all kinds of relaxing topics to communicate and strengthen their bond.
Audrey cut a piece of steak from her ranch and observed Earl Of Hall's expression.
Without hiding her curiosity, she asked, "Dad, has anything happened to Prince Edessak recently?"
Her plan was to pretend that she had heard some unrealistic rumors that she couldn't take responsibility for if there wasn't any. This wasn't uncommon in noble circles.
Earl Of Hall's knife and fork paused as he raised his eyebrows.
"What did you hear?"
As expected! Audrey, who read the information she wanted from her father's reaction, replied with a faint smile, "Some rumors.
"It's just a rumor. It seems to be true?"
Earl Of Hall rubbed his temples.
"It's nothing too serious.
"Audrey, I know what you're thinking, so there's no need to hide it from you. This involves a relatively ordinary scandal of the royal family. To put it simply, Prince Edessak has fallen in love with a commoner woman.
"This led to the death of a noble descendant. The royal family has blocked the spread of the matter, not wanting to cause too much of an impact."
The countess took a sip of champagne.
"It seems like he's not mature enough."
Mother's criticism is very tactful … This does sound suspicious … Is Prince Edessak really involved in a dangerous matter that will bring bad changes to Baekeland? Audrey put on a look of realization and smiled.
"This makes me a little puzzled. Why would a story of freedom and love involve the death of a noble descendant?"
Hibbert Hall buried his head in cutting the tender steak and guessed with interest, "This reminds me of those complicated love stories.
"This reminds me of those complicated love stories. Among the worshippers of the Lord of Storms, dueling for the sake of honor is a very common thing."
"It's a tradition that has been put into a museum." Earl Of Hall denied his eldest son's statement.
Audrey seized the opportunity and deliberated.
"My impression of Prince Edessak isn't such a person, and the rumors have already spread … Perhaps what they're really trying to cover up isn't this matter."
"Perhaps not …" Earl Of Hall ruminated over this sentence and couldn't help but frown.
Audrey knew when to stop and didn't say anything else. She naturally led the topic in another direction.
Next, she planned on finding other noble friends to "inquire." As a girl who had once been pursued by Prince Edessak, it was absolutely normal for her to want to know the details of the matter. Whether it was curiosity or indignation, it could drive people to make such an attempt.
…
The artificial sleepwalking state couldn't be maintained for too long. Emlyn White returned to reality, looking somewhat exhausted. He opened his eyes and looked at the iron-black coffin. He heaved a sigh of relief and said in disappointment,
He said in a half-relieved and half-disappointed tone, "Lord Nibbs, there's no response."
Nibbs was silent for a while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Alright.
"Stay here tonight to prevent any accidents from happening."
"You'll stay here tonight, just in case."
Emlyn didn't put on a brave front at all.
That night, he spent it in worry and unease, but the night was so quiet and nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't until the rare winter sunlight of Baekeland shone on the window that it quietly receded.
"What bad weather." Emlyn left Audra's villa, lowered his top hat, and grumbled as he boarded a rental carriage.
His destination was the Harvest Church south of the Bridge.
After the carriage traveled steadily for a period of time, Emlyn's vision suddenly blurred as he saw an endless grayish-white fog.
Then, he was surprised to find himself in a mysterious and majestic giant's palace, sitting beside a long, mottled bronze table.
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