Great existence... Hearing Vernal's words, some memories hidden in the deepest part of Barton's heart suddenly came out.

This made it difficult for him to control his fear, and his feet took a few steps back uncontrollably.

All his nightmares started when he saw similar descriptions during that archaeological activity many years ago!

Just as Barton was shaking and trying to turn around and run away, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", took the initiative to ask Vernal a question:

"Since you have already sensed the will of that great being, why don't you reconcile with the remnants of the Fourth Epoch who are tracking you?"

Vernal's breathing suddenly became heavier, as if a light, pale white mist was emitted.

His voice also became higher:

"They don't believe it wholeheartedly, they still have reservations!"

As Vernal spoke, a thin, barely visible white mist spread through the half-collapsed house, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Patton seemed to understand something, but he was in no mood to think about it.

He just wanted to leave here and escape the danger that was about to burst out.

Pacheco remained calm. He looked at Vernal and asked in a friendly manner:

"You have been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the foundation. What kind of help do you want us to provide?"

Hearing this, Barton was stunned.

In another situation, he would have thought Pacheco was asking Vernal what kind of legal assistance he needed!

At this point, shouldn't there be only two options? Either run away and call the police, or pull out a weapon and shoot or hit Vernal with a stick... Barton was puzzled by Pacheco's handling of the situation.

Vernal, with a faint white mist curling around his nose and a light grey light flowing in his eyes, had no objection to such communication. His expression calmed down, and he replied with a slightly dignified tone:

“Two things.

"One is to take this item to the outskirts of the city and return in the evening."

As he spoke, Vernal threw out a glass bottle with a thin neck.

This glass bottle seemed to be very sturdy. Even after it fell to the ground and hit a rock, it did not suffer any damage.

And its interior is filled with pale, thin, almost unreal mist.

At this moment, Barton keenly noticed that Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", stiffened a little, as if he felt something unusual.

Vernal didn't observe their reactions and continued:

"Second, help me find items like this when I'm collecting antiquities."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it.

The paper depicts a peculiarly shaped lamp, which looks like a miniature kettle with a wick extending from the mouth of the kettle.

"...No problem." After two seconds of silence, Pacheco answered in a slightly deeper voice, different from the one just now.

"That's good. Haha, don't you think our meeting is a coincidence?" Vernal threw the paper away and jumped to the top of the half-collapsed house.

He climbed and jumped nimbly like a baboon, and soon disappeared from the sight of Patton and Pacheco.

"What should we do next..." Patton turned his head to look at the deputy director of the "Compliance Department".

He paused before he finished speaking because he found Pacheco standing still, breathing heavily.

In addition, thick black curly hairs were faintly growing on Pacheco's body, and his muscles were bulging, making his black wool coat very tight.

...Monster...Monster...Patton's pupils dilated sharply, as if he wanted to see clearly what Pacheco looked like now.

In the blink of an eye, the abnormality on Pacheco's body disappeared, and he let out a long breath and said:

"We'll wait here."

"...Do we need to pick them up?" Barton pointed to the flask and papers on the ground.

Pacheco's mouth twitched and he said:

“You can pick it up.

"But you have to keep your distance from me afterwards."

Patton blurted out:

"Will the mist in that glass bottle affect you?"

"Some things, even if you are not sure, it is best not to try rashly." Pacheco still did not give a direct answer.

It’s really tiring to communicate with him... Barton thought about it, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of the flask and the paper.

As soon as he bent down and picked up the two items, a faint light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Then, a pair of boots appeared in his sight.

One of the boots has a long, pointed front end, while the other is similar to the currently popular round-toed boots, as if they belong to two different people.

Patton's heart tightened, and he straightened up suddenly and looked forward.

Opposite him stood a lady.

The lady was wearing a long skirt divided into two parts, one side was complicated and the other side was simple, one side contained a variety of colors and the other side was pure black.

This asymmetrical dress made Patton instinctively angry. He wanted to tear off her clothes and give her a normal skirt and a pair of normal boots.

Such an impulse does not contain any desire for men to harm women, but comes purely from disgust and aversion to that kind of aesthetic.

After forcibly enduring the discomfort, Barton turned his gaze to the lady's head.

She had a very pretty face, with a high nose, plump lips, and eyes that were a rare dark grey. She was probably between twenty and thirty years old.

Barton was not surprised, but felt that the other person's appearance was indescribably strange.

After a few seconds, he finally understood the source of the strangeness:

The lady's face was expressionless, not like a real person, but more like a wax figure.

"Vernal has left." Pacheco, deputy director of the Compliance Department, seemed to have completely recovered and took the initiative to speak.

The lady's eyes swept over the flask and paper in Barton's hand:

"What does he want you to do?"

"Take this bottle to the suburbs and return in the evening. Also, help him find the objects depicted on the paper." Pacheco answered calmly, showing an attitude of not wanting to be an enemy.

The lady nodded and said:

"Give me the bottle."

After she finished speaking, Barton seemed to have heard an order that could not be disobeyed, and instinctively threw the flask in his hand at the other party.

"Are you from Tamara's family?" Pacheco seized the opportunity and asked.

The lady took the flask, looked down and said:

“I didn’t expect anyone would still remember us.”

Pacheco smiled and responded:

“In fact, from the end of the Fourth Epoch to the present, there have always been people from the Tamara family active, but their numbers are very small.

"Have you ever heard of the Gnosis Society?"

"They are them and we are us." After the lady gave a simple answer, her body quickly faded away and disappeared into thin air.