Whispering Verse

Although the professor's words were very cryptic, Shade still understood. Darkness actually attended the banquet. He handed the letter of report to the Church of Nature. The Church was looking for people all over the city, so it was naturally more convenient than Shade. It was indeed possible to find Darkness's location.

Just listening to the professors, the Natural Church did not even share the information provided by the "God Caller" with other churches.

Professor Sanchez snorted:

"This is very likely to be the case, but this means that the second chosen one is not a ring warlock from the church camp."

"It's definitely not someone from the church. After all, judging from the information shared by Zalas Conjuration Academy, it is recorded in the "Mumbling Psalm" that the second person has a demon in his body."

Professor Mafal said.

When it comes to demons, Shade first thinks of Dr. Schneider. But the doctor has been in Tobesk, so the mouth under the red gloves that Shade saw last time may also be a kind of demon.

"Yes, it's a symbiotic form. It's an extremely rare demon. The three major academies have studied that kind of thing. It's a terrifying remnant of the Third Era."

Professor Mafal said in a stunned tone, and Shade could almost imagine his expression with a frown and a distressed look on his face when he said this.

The present of the Sixth Era is the era of steam civilization and ring magicians, the Fifth Era belongs to witches, and the Fourth Era is an era of darkness and turmoil.

In the further past of the Third Era, St. Byrons did not even open the information of that period to low-level warlocks at all. As for the notebook that Miss Feliana gave to Shade, once something from the Fourth Era and beyond is mentioned, all the subsequent content will become blank. These white spaces account for three-quarters of all the white space in the notebook.

Shade had only heard about the Third Era from Miss Carina. At that time, the witch described it as “the alien race coexisted with humans in the Third Era, but at that time, terrifying and strange humanoid creatures occupied most of the material world. They are evil spirits born in whispers. Human beings and other normal lives live in a corner to protect each other."

Thinking about it this way, the "demons" mentioned by the demonologist I met not long ago and the demons in Dr. Schneider may also be terrifying evil spirits that have survived to this day in the third era, rather than a simple demon race.

"Concerning the matters of the Third Era, the college and the church have always been very cautious. Let's just wait outside. When the blockade of the manor is opened, I want to take a look and see who the so-called chosen ones are. I hope the church will do this." Don't let anything go wrong like Tobesk did again. If they can't stop the return ceremony, the entire Cold Water Port will be history."

Then there were the sounds of the two professors getting up and leaving. Shade sat there without moving, looking at the drink in front of him and frowning:

"The people from the church are there at the Aurora Mansion, the people from the Scarlet Secret Cult are there, Darkness is there, the Great Witch is there, and Lesia is also there."

Shade thought for a while, put a 1 penny tip under the cup, and hurriedly broke into the night rain.

Aurora Manor is located at the end of the coastal street. Although there are fences and walls outside the manor, there are no walls blocking the beach behind the manor.

Among the Five Gods Church, the one responsible for this area is the Natural Church. The church's ring magicians, like the two professors, were waiting for news outside the manor. The local police in Tobesk are responsible for preventing people from approaching the manor.

Shade did not take advantage of the blurred vision caused by the stormy night to break through from the front. Instead, he jumped into the sea first and then swam from the bottom of the sea to the coast behind the Aurora Manor.

When a certain wave hits the shore, and then the water recedes, what is left on the beach are not only shells and seaweed, but also foreigners lying on the beach.

It's still dark, so visibility isn't very good. He lay there motionless, quietly listening to the sound of rain and the rumbling of the tide. After making sure that no one was nearby, he crawled forward. But after crawling for a while, I found that there was still no one around, so I stood up again, bent over and started jogging.

Later, he discovered that the rain was so heavy that no one could see him even if he trotted, so he strode forward.

While running, I observed carefully that although there was heavy rain, the beach was not clean. Shade's eyes were able to capture large black traces. After taking a look with [Echo of Blood], the black traces lit up with a red halo, which represented fresh blood.

I don’t know what happened here in the first half of the night.

After crossing the beach and approaching the tiled rear garden of the manor, I finally saw a group of policemen wearing black waterproof cloaks and patrolling with kerosene lamps.

Their blockade is very tight, but in front of Shade, who has the ability to jump in space, this tightness is obviously not enough. He walked through the grass in the garden, and after finally approaching the manor house, when Shade crossed a certain invisible boundary, a strange feeling came to his heart.

He was startled and realized that he should have appeared in front of his field of vision, but in reality, his body did not move.

The rain fell in front and back normally, and the strange feeling just now was not like space movement, but pure Shade taking a step forward, and then taking a step behind him.

"Is it a phenomenon of spatial dislocation?"

Shade, who knew more about space, frowned and thought that the current encounter should be the power of the relic [no entry sign] mentioned by Professor Sanchez.

Considering that this could also be regarded as a "lock", Shade recited the incantation softly in the rain, and then stretched forward with his slightly glowing fingers.

This time the direction of movement of his fingers did not change. On the contrary, Shade felt that his fingertips touched something cold and exuding chills. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and then saw the shadow of a wooden board appearing in front of his finger. The wooden board was rectangular, with ancient handwritten characters written on it:

[Entry is prohibited here. 】

The place where the signature should have been written seemed to have been scratched out with a sharp knife.

He tried to rotate his fingers against the shadow of the wooden board. With the loss of spirit, his fingers rotated slowly, the wooden board became more and more transparent, and the feeling of "unlocking" also accumulated little by little.

But he could predict that according to the current progress, even if he exhausted the spirit in his body, he would not be able to completely open it.

"In this case, the space will stabilize the halo!"

Spatial dislocation can be regarded as an abnormal spatial phenomenon, and as the invisible ripples under Shade's feet spread to the surroundings, his fingers began to spin again.

After reaching a certain limit, the unlocking state is infinitely close to "open", but it does not completely open the conceptual lock.

Shade didn't panic. He narrowed his eyes and focused on looking ahead where he couldn't reach. Then the body disappeared into the distance, and then appeared twenty steps ahead.

He managed to get into an area that should have been inaccessible.

"Sure enough!"

He smiled in the falling rain of the dark night. To use an inappropriate metaphor, Shade's behavior just now was like Mia the cat at home. Although you can't completely push the door open, you can find a way to create a crack. As long as the crack is big enough, you can force your way in.

It's just that little Mia relies on her soft body, while Shade relies on the power of space.

This way he can come in and he can go out. But in this case, it would be impossible to leave with Lesia.

"Find her first."

Thinking in his mind, Shade touched the wall of the manor house in the night rain. After walking half a circle around the wall, he estimated that he had arrived at the room where the servants rested, then he opened the window and climbed in carefully.

There was no one in the room. Shade returned the suitcase doll in his pocket to its normal size, wiped off the water on his body, changed into clean clothes, then opened the door and walked out carefully.

The corridor was quiet. Although the yellowish gas lamp was on, it looked inexplicably scary. Observe with [Blood Echo], there are traces of fresh blood remaining after being wiped on the floor. Although the amount was not large, it still worried Shade.

He hoped to meet the servants of the manor, pretend to be a lost guest, and ask about the situation here. But until I walked out of the corridor and came to the huge foyer on the first floor of the manor, the floor was covered with red carpets, and the crystal chandelier overhead made the place look resplendent. The metal stair handrails and picture frames on the walls seemed to be shining, but I still didn’t look at it. to anyone.

On the contrary, in the middle of the stairs facing the two magnificent golden doors of the manor, there is a huge oil painting hanging. The oil painting is not an ancestor of the Aurora family, but a lady with long brown hair that has a naturally curly feel.

In Drarian, brown and brown are not the same color. The former is darker, while the latter is closer to yellow. For example, Luvia and Iluna's hair color is brown.

The lady in the oil painting is sitting behind a desk, looking out of the frame with a serious face. The background of the oil painting is a blurred bookshelf painted in dark tones. She wears an anchor-style sapphire hair accessory in her hair. Her facial features are particularly three-dimensional, and her eyebrows are very slender, making her eyes look exceptionally bright.

What she was wearing was not a one-piece dress, but a white lady's shirt and a black skirt.

This is the great witch Sivi Avora of the Witch Council. Although Miss Carina says she is almost thirty years old, she looks like she is only in her mid-twenties, almost the same as Miss Carina.

Looking at the oil painting, you can't see the unique temperament of a witch, but Shade can already feel the strange beauty that transcends ordinary people. If Miss Carina is a mature and stable upper-class aristocratic woman, then this Sivi Avora is a dashing lady who can even be said to be a bit scary to look at.

Shade stopped and reached out to touch the badge inside his shirt. He felt the badge hanging there was heating up slightly, and the witch was obviously upstairs.