Not only did Vanna vaguely feel that something was wrong, but the saints nearby also felt that something was wrong. These hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient being wrapped in a shroud with a hideous appearance. In their impressions and the records in church scriptures, all descriptions of this "gravekeeper" were accompanied by words such as "cold, dutiful, and indifferent" - there has never been any record that said that he would say "please" to the chosen listener!

However, Vanna didn't have time to think about it. She noticed that the gravekeeper was still waiting for her patiently, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded: "Okay."

The gravekeeper turned around and led Vanna towards the magnificent ancient mausoleum palace, leaving the saints in the square to watch the two figures walking away.

The heavy door of the mausoleum closed behind her, as if blocking out the sounds of the entire world. Standing in the cold and silent corridor, Vanna's heart gradually calmed down.

This was her second time entering the mausoleum. Compared to the first time when she felt a little nervous and uneasy, she was now somewhat accustomed to it.

She knew that she would go straight forward, through the passage with many messages from her predecessors, into the deepest tomb chamber, to see the body of the nameless king. Then, she would forget what she had seen and heard, and be sent out of the mausoleum - and on the parchment in her hand, there would be notes written by her own hand.

Those secrets that could not be taken out of the tomb would be torn away, those that could be revealed to the world would be left behind, and the pollution she herself suffered in the process of listening to knowledge would be safely left in the tomb with her own "forgetfulness".

Vanna calmed herself down and walked forward.

A slightly heavy sound of footsteps followed him.

The young inquisitor stopped in surprise and looked back at the gravekeeper following him.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn't the gravekeeper leave on his own after the listener entered the tomb?

"Is there anything else?" Vanna couldn't help but speak, her words were careful and she was on high alert.

The gravekeeper lowered his eyes, his single eye outside the shroud filled with a turbid gaze, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, just escort - do you need an escort?"

The sense of disharmony came over her again. Although Vanna had only entered the mausoleum once and was not familiar with all the details related to "Vision 004", she instinctively felt that the gravekeeper's behavior seemed to be wrong... There was a big gap between what was recorded and what was said.

But Fanna did not lose her composure. She always kept in mind that she was in an ancient vision that ranked extremely high. Every detail here was life-threatening. Therefore, she was extremely cautious and did not dare to rashly accept the gravekeeper's "extra service": "I think... I know how to go."

The gravekeeper just stared at the "visitor" in front of him quietly, with no emotion visible in his one eye. After a few seconds, he nodded and slowly backed away: "Okay, please go straight forward, I will take you out after this."

The gravekeeper disappeared into the corridor.

Fanna was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party even used the word "you" at the end.

...Why is this cold and arrogant ancient guard so polite today...

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of all complicated thoughts, worried that this was some kind of mental disturbance caused by this ancient vision. She concentrated on what she should do, and finally walked through the long corridor and entered the tomb chamber in the deepest part of the palace.

In the tomb, the mysterious headless corpse was still sitting on the tall throne, pale braziers were burning on both sides, and opposite the body of the nameless king, there was a chair that was obviously newly moved in.

Vanna's eyelids twitched.

At this moment, the always serious and self-disciplined Miss Judge suddenly had an outrageous thought in her mind - next time I come here, there won't be more fruit plates here...

She walked to the chair and sat down carefully, then raised her head and looked at the headless corpse on the throne.

The next second, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing on a vast and magnificent stone square. The chaotic sky enveloped her vision. Mysterious lights rose from the tops of the broken pillars in the distance, and a roar came from behind her - Anomaly 004 sank rapidly and returned to the ground.

Vanna was still a little dazed, but the saints who were waiting in the square had gathered around quickly.

One of the saint phantoms had a familiar aura of Valentine. He came to Vanna and said hurriedly, "Hurry up and take a look at what is written on the parchment."

Fanna finally reacted and quickly picked up the parchment in her hand - as expected, the parchment was still incomplete this time, but compared to the last time when only a small piece of paper was left, the situation was much better.

The parchment was only torn in half, with clear handwriting on the remaining half.

Vanna's eyes swept across the familiar handwriting——

The shadows in the dark abyss have begun to rise

The day of sailing

Vision - Prand

The saints looked at each other. The shadow of Bishop Valentine raised his head and looked at Vanna in astonishment, as if he instinctively wanted to ask something but didn't know how to ask.

There are problems with the contents of the parchment, big problems - however, the listener will not remember his experience in the central tomb chamber, and the words on the note are all the information. Vision 004 will not answer any unnecessary questions, and the only thing that can be guaranteed is the correctness and authenticity of the information on the note.

"The shadow in the dark abyss... the day of setting sail..." A saint couldn't help but mutter to himself, looking at his compatriots in confusion, "In the past, the information conveyed in the tombs was relatively accurate and intuitive, and this kind of obscure metaphor rarely appeared..."

“Perhaps this is accurate and intuitive information, but the key part has been torn off,” another saint muttered, “Compared to this, the content of the last sentence is…”

"Vision, Plande." Someone said softly.

Vanna's eyes were also fixed on the last sentence on the note. Among the three sentences, only this one completely attracted her attention. She naturally thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the ghost flames that swept across the entire city-state in the end - but then she noticed another thing.

"No number..." She whispered in surprise, then looked up at Valentine and repeated, "No number?!"

At this moment, she didn't even know what she should be surprised about first - was she surprised that Plande was identified as a "phenomenon", or was she surprised that this phenomenon did not have a number!

The saints were a little confused. Even though they were all high-ranking clergy from various church areas and had strong wills and great strength, they were still confused and bewildered. Low and uneasy discussions were heard all around, and some relatively familiar saints came up to Vanna and Valentine and asked them about Pland's recent situation.

This made Vanna a little at a loss - compared to the experienced Bishop Valentine, she was still too young.

Fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a short while, and the saints gathered in the square suddenly quieted down. Vanna raised her head and saw the hazy shadows retreating to both sides at the same time, and an elegant lady in a luxurious priest robe was walking towards her and Bishop Valentine.

Vanna and Valentine immediately bowed and saluted: "Your Holiness."

“No need to be so polite,” Pope Helena, the ruler of the Deep Sea Church and the Storm Goddess’s representative on earth, looked at Vanna and then at the parchment. “Can I take a look?”

"Of course," Vanna heard, and quickly handed over the parchment, "Here you go."

Helena took the parchment and scanned the words on it. Then she raised her head and looked at Vanna with a faint smile: "The handwriting is very beautiful - much better than the handwriting in your report."

Fanna was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the Pope to suddenly mention this. Then she was a little embarrassed: "That report... I wrote it in a hurry. The situation in the city-state was a bit chaotic at that time..."

"That's understandable. The first time I wrote such a long report, I wanted to eat my pen," Helena said with a smile, "So the typewriter is a good invention, why not use it?"

Vanna's tone was a little strange: "...I always accidentally break it, and I'm not used to it."

Helena's smile became more obvious. She then handed the parchment back to Vanna and said casually, "I have read all the reports you submitted on Plande's historical pollution incidents, including the part about the Lost Homeland. Frankly speaking, after experiencing such a huge change, it is not surprising that Plande City-State has become a place similar to an 'anomaly' - although the birth process of this anomaly is extraordinary, 'extraordinary' is the characteristic of abnormalities and anomalies."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment, and her expression gradually became serious.

"It's just that... without a number, it's a bit too 'unusual'."