The bell rang rapidly, seven short chimes in a row, followed by another seven chimes after a few seconds, three rounds in a row.

Tirian listened outside the window. He heard some voices talking in the corridor and hurried footsteps in the open space outside.

Priests of mid-level and above responded to the bell. They were arranging protection for key locations and preparing for the night watch. The highest-ranking person in the cathedral should have gone to a secret sanctuary by now, ready to participate in the gathering of the saints.

Tirian was not a member of the church, but he had lived for half a century and was quite familiar with the rules in this regard. He could hear key information from the frequency and repetition of the bells - this was the bell that summoned everyone to "listen", an invitation to a gathering sent directly from the Tomb of the Nameless King, and the situation sounded quite urgent.

"Is there something unusual or strange going on? Is there something new? Or is there a big change in the old one?" Lucrecia muttered thoughtfully, "It feels like it hasn't been long since the last 'summoning'..."

Tirian listened to the noise outside for a while, then retracted his attention and shook his head: "This is the Deep Sea Church's own business. We don't need to get involved."

"Well," Lucrecia nodded slightly, then looked at her brother, "Do you have anything else to ask about Anomaly 099?"

Tirian thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, there is no more - and the Swift Bell will ring in the evening, and the Cathedral will soon enter a vigil. It is best for us not to continue talking about things related to the anomaly."

"Okay, I'll continue to do my own thing," Lucrecia said immediately. Then, the crystal ball on the table began to flicker slightly, and her figure also faded. But just before the connection was completely cut off, she seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Oh, there is one more thing, about my father."

Tirian hesitated a little: "...you go."

"Father came to see you this time...does he seem to be sane?"

"He was very clear-headed, logical, and even somewhat..." Tirian hesitated at this point, but finally said, "I'm not sure, but it was even somewhat intimate."

"Oh, that's great."

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Vanna rushed into the cathedral and saw Bishop Valentine waiting for her in front of the statue of the goddess. She quickly stepped forward and said, "Why is there another call so soon? This has never happened before."

"I don't know. This time the bell was directly controlled by the Cathedral of Storms, so it must not have rung for no reason." Valentine nodded to Vanna, turned around and walked towards the corridor leading to the "Flooded Cave" while speaking quickly, "Maybe it's the same as last time. There was a direct change in the list of anomalies and visions, and the gravekeeper of the mausoleum issued a call to action."

Fanna followed the old bishop's footsteps. When passing by the statue of the goddess, she stopped as usual and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon bowed devoutly as usual, then turned around and continued to walk towards the entrance of the corridor.

Not long after, they arrived at the secret room at the end of the corridor, the water-soaked cave used to build the "psychic channel".

The scene in the secret room remained the same as before. The simple stone walls were always wet, and an illusory flame was burning in the brazier in the center of the room. The sound of flowing water and overlapping waves filled the surroundings, bringing a strange atmosphere of tranquility.

The door to the secret room closed.

Vanna took a deep breath, stopped in front of the brazier, and lowered her head to stare at the flames that were burning without the need for fuel.

She allowed her mind to calm down little by little, and her spirituality gradually synchronized with the guidance of the goddess. The leaping flame became an anchor to stabilize her humanity, gradually filling her vision.

This was a familiar process, but this time, Vanna found it quite difficult.

She tried her best not to imagine the flames suddenly taking on a layer of dark green, and not to imagine that Captain Duncan's eyes might be hidden behind the flames. She turned her head slightly to look at Bishop Valentine next to her, and saw that the old man's eyes had completely calmed down, and his breathing had evened out. It was obvious that he had entered the meeting place before her.

Vanna had no choice but to look away, take a deep breath, and try to concentrate again, synchronizing her spirituality with the guidance of the goddess.

Fortunately, she succeeded this time.

The illusory sea water surged up and gently wrapped her in it. Her senses were pulled out of her mortal body and reorganized in another dimension. Vanna was in a trance for a moment, and found herself in the mysterious ancient gathering place - what she saw was the familiar boundless square, the dilapidated ancient pillars standing around the square, and the vague human figures gathered between the pillars.

One of the phantoms quickly came over here. It was Bishop Valentine. "Vanna, are you in trouble? It took you a long time this time."

"You're not concentrating enough." Vanna said casually, and then she noticed a striking figure standing at the edge of the square - the figure was solid and clear, completely different from the saints who were only vague shadows around her. It was clearly visible that it was a beautiful lady in a gorgeous robe.

Of course Vanna recognized that figure.

"His Holiness the Pope is here in person?" She was a little surprised. "Ah, I am really...late at the wrong time this time."

"It's okay. I'm used to being late so often," Valentine said casually. "Her Holiness was already here when I got here. She might even be the first one to arrive. I guess she might have some special arrangements..."

Fanna listened absentmindedly. For some reason, she always felt that the solid and elegant figure seemed to be casting a concerned glance at her, and this gaze made her feel a little uncomfortable, even... nervous.

At this moment, Pope Helena suddenly turned her head.

She really looked at Vanna seriously, and then a smile appeared on her face and she nodded slightly.

Fanna was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to return the gift, she was interrupted by a sudden low roar.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the stone floor in the center of the square was rising rapidly. The broken ground was rippling like water waves. In a moment, an ancient palace made of pale boulders and gloomy in appearance appeared in the sight of the saints.

The Tomb of the Nameless King appeared.

The saints who were originally talking in low voices quickly quieted down, and an atmosphere of silence and solemnity enveloped the square. Vanna also quickly gathered her thoughts and did not pay attention to the Pope's gaze. Instead, she stared at the pyramid-shaped main building of the ancient palace and its entrance.

The entrance door opened and a very tall gravekeeper stepped out.

Wrapped in a shroud, half of its body burned and half in shackles, as seen last time, this horrible creature made of flesh and blood, iron restraints and the curse of death walked straight towards the saints gathered in the square.

The candidate has been chosen.

The next moment, he passed every dark shadow in the square without hesitation and stopped directly in front of Vanna.

The gravekeeper lowered his head, and gazed calmly at the saint in front of him with his one eye:

"You can enter the tomb."

He raised his hand, handed over the quill and parchment, and waited for Vanna's reaction.

Vanna was stunned for a moment - almost all the saints were stunned for a moment.

The gravekeeper chose the same saint to enter the mausoleum twice in a row!

This has never happened in the past thousands of years!

Of course, there is no clear "rule" restricting the gravekeepers from choosing the same saint consecutively, but after so many years, the gravekeepers always choose different saints to enter the mausoleum in two adjacent summonings. This has almost become an unwritten "rule". Even if the saint who entered the tomb last time comes to participate in the gathering again this time, it is only to obey orders and ensure the integrity of the "listening" ceremony.

No one expected that Vanna would be chosen again.

Vanna was stunned for several seconds, and the gravekeeper patiently stretched out his hand and waited. At this time, the feeling of being watched came again. Vanna subconsciously followed the feeling and looked, only to be met with the deep gaze of Pope Helena.

Vanna's heart tightened, and she looked away guiltily, then she noticed that the gravekeeper was still waiting - this ancient guard, who looked extremely scary, lowered his head with no emotion, and handed the parchment and quill pen forward a little.

"Me again?"

Vanna asked subconsciously, but she regretted it as soon as she asked it - how could the gravekeeper answer such irrelevant questions?

But then, she heard a hoarse and low voice coming from in front of her: "Yes, it's you again."

Vanna was a little surprised. She looked up at the gravekeeper's slightly ferocious face, then reached out to take the parchment and quill.

The gravekeeper nodded slightly, straightened up and said:

"Please write down what you heard."

Vanna nodded subconsciously, but suddenly felt like something was wrong.

I always feel that... this gravekeeper seems to be a lot more polite?