There was great power in the gatekeeper's words, and her voice spread out layer by layer in the depths of this chaotic and inexplicable spiritual world, accompanied by the thunderous echo of her tin cane hitting the floor.

In an instant, the invisible "whisperers" in the room quieted down again, and the whole world fell into a temporary silence. After just a few seconds, a low roar was heard from afar - it seemed as if a huge body was approaching with heavy steps.

Agatha raised her hand and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Where her eyes were was the window that was nailed shut with layers of wooden boards. A pale light shone in the cracks of the window. Suddenly, all the light trembled, and then dimmed, as if a huge object had come to the window.

The next second, the criss-crossing wooden boards shattered silently, and countless gray-black fragments flew away silently, and then stopped in the air near the window, as if frozen in amber, and a giant appeared outside the window.

The giant was wearing a black robe that represented death, and his body was wrapped in bandages. Only the eyes on his head emitted a dim yellow light. He stood outside the building, his body almost as big as a whole house. Then, the giant bent down slightly and made his head level with the window on the second floor - he turned his head, and there was no expression on his face covered with bandages. Then, he raised his hand and extended three fingers to Agatha.

"Three questions and answers," said the giant in a thunderous voice.

Agatha was stunned when she saw the giant.

This was not the gatekeeper she was familiar with - the gatekeeper she communicated with on a daily basis did not have such a huge body. The one in front of her was obviously a messenger of a higher level... Why would this messenger respond to her call?

But she soon suppressed her doubts - the messengers' comings and goings were all under the command of Bartok, the god of death. There was no need for her to delve into the matter. The most important thing at the moment was to figure out what was happening here.

"I'm looking for the last soul to wander around this room," she said, pointing her cane at an empty table not far away. "He may have been contaminated, but his whereabouts are unknown now."

"That soul has left and entered the realm of rest. A great power has erased his debts, and pollution is no longer a problem."

The messenger of death outside the window spoke in a thunderous voice, and then retracted a finger: There are two more questions and answers.

Agatha was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed the word "power" from the messenger's mouth. She thought about it quickly and asked the second question: "Who is the power from? Who erased the debt of that soul?"

"Fire Usurper." The messenger's eyes, which were emitting turbid yellow light, seemed to flicker. There was an obvious warning in his words, and then he retracted a finger.

Agatha felt a sudden dizziness when she heard the word "Fire Usurper". She instantly realized that she was coming into contact with some kind of "knowledge" that came from the depths of the world and had never been revealed to the world.

But she did not panic - communicating with the gatekeepers on the "other side" and occasionally coming into contact with some dangerous knowledge was commonplace. Even though she was young, she had experience in this area. And since the messenger outside the window chose to tell her this word, it meant that this word was at least within her tolerance.

If it is really a taboo-level issue, the messenger will remind you.

Agatha calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and asked the third question: "Who is the fire usurper?"

"Human."

The messenger outside the window said, then he retracted his last finger and his figure disappeared in a whistling wind, without giving Agatha any chance to continue the conversation.

The scattered wooden fragments that were still in the air began to dance, and in an instant they were pieced together again as they were at the beginning. The windows of the room were closed again, and chaotic pale light poured into the room through the window gaps, falling on the somewhat stunned Agatha.

The young gatekeeper stood there in a daze. For the first time in her life, she felt a little overwhelmed after talking to the gatekeeper on the "other side". The answer from the other party to her last question was still clearly lingering in her mind, but she had no idea what this inexplicable answer meant!

Human? What kind of answer is that? Does that mean... the Fire Usurper is a human? The power that the Deathbringer calls "great power" comes from a human?

What kind of "human" is this? ! Is this still a "human"? !

A noisy sound gradually sounded, and there seemed to be countless invisible peepers stirring in the air outside the triangle. The noise interrupted Agatha's thoughts. She moved her eyeballs in the palm of her hand and saw that outside the triangular barrier, there were wisps of black substance like hair spreading out, just like ink dripped into water, and the number of them increased.

The spiritual world began to expel this uninvited guest.

She shook her head, raised her hand to put her eyeball back into its socket, and at the same time picked up her cane and waved it lightly, dispersing the pale flames that outlined a triangle on the floor.

In an instant, the spirit world faded, the sounds returned, and color and light filled her vision again. She returned to the scene where the defenders were busy, and her subordinates were still working tensely and orderly around her.

Agatha moved her eyeballs, casually took out a small bottle from her coat pocket, squeezed open the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and dripped two drops of eye drops into her eye sockets.

The dry and uncomfortable feeling subsided quickly.

A subordinate came over and waited until Agatha put away the potion bottle before asking, "Did you find any clues?"

"The soul has left. The gatekeeper on the 'opposite side' confirmed that the soul has passed through Bartok's gate and entered its resting place," Agatha said calmly, "...that's all. There are no further clues."

For safety reasons, she did not mention the term "Fire Usurper" to her subordinates.

This word obviously has power, and even directly points to extremely dangerous deep knowledge. Who knows what will happen if I say it out loud - it would be best to go back and research the literature first.

The subordinate obviously noticed Agatha's concealment, but as an experienced guard, he didn't ask anything, just nodded and returned to work.

Just then, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the corridor outside, interrupting Agatha's thoughts.

A guard who was in charge of taking care of the downstairs came in: "Sir, the gatekeeper, the lady is awake."

That young Sen'jin is awake?

Agatha immediately put aside her thoughts and quickly rushed to the first floor, where she saw Galoni who had woken up from her sleep.

This sturdy lady with stone-like skin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of soothing herbal tea prepared by the pastor himself, and looking at the coffee table in front of her in a trance. It was not until Agatha sat down opposite her and tapped the table gently that she reacted slowly.

"Hello, my name is Agatha, you should know me," the young gatekeeper said, while carefully observing the situation of the person opposite, "Do you know what happened?"

"I... my name is Galoni," the female apprentice holding the herbal tea said a little slowly, her eyes still seemed a little vague, as if she had not yet completely woken up from her sleep, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gatekeeper, my... mind is still a mess. I feel like I had a very long dream. In the dream, I kept solving math problems and proving them over and over again. I have never been so tired in my learning experience since I was a child..."

"Solve math problems?" Agatha was stunned for a moment, then asked with a thoughtful expression, "Do you remember how you fell into a deep sleep? Who did you receive or what did you do before you fell into a deep sleep?"

Galoni frowned slightly, as if she was trying very hard to recall. However, after half a minute, she shook her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I don't even remember everything from yesterday afternoon to now. If it weren't for the reminders of these guardians, I wouldn't even know... something happened at home."

Agatha frowned deeply.

Memory overwriting, deep sleep, and "solving math problems", these sound... a bit like the powers possessed by the clergy of the God of Wisdom.

But the God of Wisdom is also one of the four great gods. Why would his priests do such a thing?

They are not heretics.

I always feel that there are too many things worth being confused about today.

Agatha rubbed her forehead with a headache.

All kinds of complicated and confusing lines were entangled in her mind.

The strange and suspicious traces of battle in the alley outside, the recent cult activities in the city-state, the suspicious accidents in the "Element" and the mine, the strange things happening in this house, the message conveyed by the messenger of death...

"Excuse me..." Galoni looked at the gatekeeper in front of her nervously. Although he looked very young, she was still uneasy in front of the highest-level church representative in the city-state. "My teacher, is he okay?"

"Your teacher?" Agatha asked in confusion.

"He should be upstairs. His name is Brown Scott," Galoni explained quickly. "I just woke up and was a little confused. I forgot to tell him that he needs quiet..."

Agatha was stunned for a moment.