Night Crow Master

In the morning, four o'clock.

Yager, no, Yater.

Yate, who came to consciousness and occupied Yage's body, walked out of the dilapidated rental house.

This body has already become his clone.

Lifting his head, Yate cast his gaze into the foggy sky.

There, it is the location of the Cobweb Plane, where his body is-disguised as the magic eye of the Weaver of Destiny.

This body should be called...the walking body of the Destiny Weaver?

After vilifyingly and spitting out the fancy name that the deity of the road of faith gave to his clone, Yate walked in the direction of Central Park——

He wants to... join the Temple in the Mist.

If he can join the Temple in the Mist, and even become a high-level person, he can spend less effort when dealing with the masters behind the Temple in the Mist.

After finishing his gray-black suit, pressing the top hat that he hadn't worn for a long time on his head, Yate headed south at the intersection near the door of his house.

During this period, he didn't use any extraordinary abilities--or, in the eyes of the monitor, he didn't use any abilities.

In the early morning, in the fog filled with heavy fog, it is difficult for normal people to see anything under such conditions.

If it weren't for the dim yellow light emitted by the rough gray-black lampposts on the street, you might not even be able to see it.

And in the thick fog, a woman hung far behind Yate.

Dolores Eisenhower.

Yager's former school sister told him yesterday that she was going to the clock tower in front of Central Park at four o'clock in the morning.

Whether you are eligible to become a knight in the mist, it will be judged by the temple in the mist and see if the tester can pass the test.

The knights in the mist will also conduct various tests on the testers.

Is it a spy from the dark forces, is it hostile to the Temple in the Mist, etc.?

As the leader of "Yag", she personally came to test and protect at the same time.

Yager's abilities are so unique and important.

Seeing Jager, who was walking and stopping all the way towards the Central Park, Deloris slowly relaxed.

In the discussion yesterday, they discussed whether there were any spies in their team, who the spies were, and whether there might be members of the dark forces among the ordinary friends who came to the Rodman Mansion.

Yager was also suspected.

From yesterday, she and Kaorank took turns protecting and monitoring Yager.

The other party did not act abnormally at all, just like an ordinary detective after being exposed to extraordinary power, gradually turning to calm in the excitement, and then doubting——

I feel suspicious of what I have experienced and think I am just dreaming.

"It's really hard to believe."

Dolores stared at Jager’s back and chuckled, remembering the little boy who yawned when he went out, complaining about why he believed in such unscientific things, got up early in the morning and wanted to return. And the hesitation of the trigger made her laugh.

However, his behavior also made DeLoris dispel most of her suspicion.

When she moved around and quietly followed Yate after the building, a purple spider with a huge one-eyed one on top of her head was also silently monitoring her.

"Really slow."

Yate observed Deloris' every move through the magic creature he created, pressed the top hat, and showed a smile.

Then he turned his eyes around.

Although it is only four o'clock in the morning, some people have already started to work——

The carriage and the first public bus in the morning walked on the road together.

When he came to this world, he discovered that the world resembled Victorian England.

In modern cities, there are still wooden spire houses and roads paved with pebbles, and they are also full of classical styles.

But all kinds of imaginative means of transportation have appeared, including planes, cars, trains, ships, submarines, airships, and so on.

In other words, it is like a steampunk style, a patchwork of classicist nostalgic aesthetics.

Thick fog, carriage, dim lights and detectives.

Huge machinery, gears, pistons.

Industry, coal, petroleum, wind power, electricity.

Ladies, lace, ribbons, dresses and wide-brimmed hats.

Gentleman, tuxedo, top hat, walking stick and pocket watch.

Civilization, darkness, criminals, blood, elegance and luxury.

Advanced and backward coexist-some people are riding in a car, some people are riding in a horse-drawn carriage, a large-scale machine with a rough style, connecting the past and the future.

Magic and science coexist-guns, gunpowder and machinery on the technological side, church, darkness, and death on the mysterious side.

Yate really likes and enjoys this atmosphere.

And his body now happens to be a detective—

Thick fog and carriages, deerstalkers and lace skirts, shrewd detectives and cunning serial murderers.

The outdated criminal investigation methods and clandestine criminal methods make the fog-like trash police exhausted, and the criminals standing in the winding blood begin the carnival feast.

In the muddy air, under the dim light and shadow projected by the oil lamp, the gentleman sitting on the bench covered his sharp eyes with newspaper, trying to find clues.

In the dark alleys wet by drizzle, at crime scenes caused by Frankenstein and Werewolves, crows and rats are eating human blood.

The forces of darkness are raging, and the knights in the fog follow the faith of the Middle Ages and fight the darkness under the organization of the church.

Civilized and barbaric, how wonderful.

Thinking about it, Yate had already begun to think about transforming the decoration of the Night Crow world into this style.

But these are just thoughts. The reality is that after walking for more than 20 minutes, he has come to the clock tower in front of Central Park.

This park is located in the foggy city, not in the suburbs or farther away. Before the big park, a medieval Gothic bell tower with sharp corners stands, nearly 100 meters high, with a diameter of about ten meters, one height. There are two clock faces on the lower side, and a smaller astronomical clock that can display celestial phenomena and timekeeping is hung above.

The tower has an outline similar to the small door leading to the closed inner city in the Middle Ages, just like the small door of a prison.

It's like a mix of the Elizabeth Tower and the Swiss Bern Clock Tower.

Yate looked around and could indeed see some traces of the destroyed ancient city, some were made into the base of the statue, some became the platform, and some became the base of the sidewalk.

And... he felt a strange wave of fluctuations, just as he felt when he was building a spiritual plane. The surrounding environment has not changed, but a spiritual force is trying to pull him into this spiritual plane. surface.

"So, are all the temples in the mist a spiritual plane?"

With a chuckle in his heart, as the master of the mind, he completely concealed part of his thoughts, and put the prepared mind disguised on the surface, allowing this force to pull his mind into the spiritual plane.

Immediately, the scenery in front of him slowly changed. The huge bell tower still existed, but it had become part of a temple shrouded in mist.

He radiated emotions of "surprise", "surprise", "surprise", and "unbelievable", and then he came to the clock tower.

Before this deep mist, a few people were standing in front of the clock tower——

Kolank, Rodman, Aman Sera, and two others.

At this moment, behind him came Doris's voice as expected:

"Welcome to the Temple in the Mist."