The iron-black coffin covered with strange patterns was placed quietly in the center, and there seemed to be subtle fluctuations colliding silently in the air.

Emlyn White stood in the corner and followed the normal ritual process, lighting candles and dripping essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.

A hazy and erratic atmosphere spread out, and Emlyn recalled the requirements of "artificial sleepwalking", lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly recited the honorific name of "The Fool".

“Fools who do not belong to this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The yellow and black king who controls good luck."

…

In the monotonous and rhythmic sound, Emlyn gradually entered a wonderful state. His body was relaxed and restrained, as if he was sleeping, but his spirit was lively and light, constantly spreading outward.

At this time, he had the feeling that he was drifting upwards.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers as he gazed at the circles of light curtains opening beside him, admiring the praying figure expressionlessly.

Although it was blurry, Klein recognized the other person as the vampire Emlyn White at a glance.

He's very courageous. He's willing to go out and buy a doll... Klein sighed but didn't respond.

He had tried to divine the purpose of the vampires before, but could not get any effective revelation. The only thing he could be sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Society.

This made Klein quite curious, but he would not take the risk of responding to Emlyn White when a high-ranking vampire was hiding nearby.

He didn't know whether the other party could find any traces, nor did he want to confirm it, as Amon the Blasphemer was as dangerous as the mysterious space above the gray fog. After all, Amon at that time was just a clone, and the current high-ranking vampire was most likely the real body.

There is no need to take risks on insignificant things, even if you want to understand the true purpose of the vampires... and there are other ways... Klein looked at Emlyn White in the "artificial sleepwalking" state and smiled and said to himself:

“I can delay my response…”

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, until Emlyn White left his protection, until the vampires gave up on the matter, and then suddenly respond!

However, this has a prerequisite, which is to use divination to confirm the degree of risk first.

…………

"The Tail Devourer... is like that river?" Derrick Berg immediately had an association.

Demon Hunter Colin nodded seriously:

"Yes.

“This means we may have stepped into a river that is connected end to end and cannot be left.

"Fortunately, this should only be some power left by the angel of destiny. He is not hiding here."

No, it’s not a possibility, but a certainty, and it has already happened a long time ago… Derrick responded in his heart.

At this time, Colin took out a small dark red metal tube, unscrewed the lid, and gulped down the drink.

His light blue eyes quickly faded and turned silver, and in the end, his pupils even stood upright, reflecting the figure of the little boy Jack.

A little spark-like silver light was stimulated in his eyes, sometimes circling, sometimes colliding, extremely violently.

clang!

The "Monster Hunter" Colin first inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground, then pulled out another straight sword with his backhand and smeared it with golden oil like the sun.

Noticing this action, the little boy Jack's expression suddenly changed, as if he was shrouded in a thick shadow.

Before he opened his mouth, Demon Hunter Colin moved. He pulled out the long sword from the ground, leaving a blurry figure on the spot.

The golden and silver lights shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground hall, and the light in front of the little boy Jack was the brightest.

After a shrill scream, darkness once again enveloped the altar.

The little boy Jack stood there without moving a step, but the face between his chest and abdomen had disappeared, leaving only a hole through which the wriggling internal organs could be seen.

A few meters to the side of Jack, the "Demon Hunter" Colin was half-crouching on the ground with his swords hanging at an angle.

In front of him, the face was torn into pieces, reduced to scattered eyes, nose and mouth.

These organs twitched and bounced as if they were electrocuted, but soon they stopped and rotted rapidly, as if that was how it was supposed to be.

In an instant, Derrick felt an invisible barrier like a water wall appear around him, and then shattered silently.

Almost at the same time, he seemed to have left the turbulent river and returned to the shore.

Looking at the gloomy underground hall, the upside-down statue, and the little boy Jack whose expression was twisted in pain and who had fainted, Derrick felt happy and relieved.

He knew that he and others had finally escaped from the repetitive life.

Derrick knew very well that although the final solution did not seem complicated, without knowing the problem in advance and without getting any hints, he might have to repeat it dozens or hundreds of times before he could find clues and a solution.

In this process, if one is not careful or alert, someone will die, and Derrick has no idea whether the lost life will come back, or still be "resurrected" in the bonfire, but die after completely escaping the predicament.

What is more serious is that people always repeat the same choices. That is to say, they cannot find the problem the first time. Without the corresponding memory and experience, they probably will not be able to detect any abnormality for the hundredth or thousandth time. They will be completely lost in the river of cycles until the normal time in the outside world passes to the end of their lives.

When Derrick thought of such possibilities, he sincerely thanked Mr. Fool for restoring his memory and giving him hints.

Looking sideways, he saw Joshua and other members of the exploration team checking the surrounding area without any abnormal reaction, as if the previous six explorations had never happened.

Perhaps only when they return to the City of Silver can they discover from the wrong date that they have lost a part of their life... Derrick thought silently.

At this time, the "demon hunter" Colin stood up, walked back to the little boy Jack, took out another metal bottle, and poured the black sticky liquid inside into the other's empty chest and abdomen.

The liquid quickly solidified into a translucent film, which stuck to the wound and stopped the bleeding.

"Hainem, Joshua, you are responsible for taking him away." Colin suppressed his inner throbbing and ordered in a deep voice.

In his eyes, this is the hope for Silver City to get rid of the curse and defeat the doomsday prophecy!

Huh… Derrick wanted to thank Mr. Fool in secret, but found that there was no corresponding prayer gesture.

…………

In Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

The sumptuous dinner sparkled with alluring colors under the illumination of numerous candles.

Contrary to what newspapers and magazines imagine, dinners in aristocratic families were not serious and did not require silence.

This is a rare time for family members to get together. While eating, they chat casually about various light topics to exchange feelings and strengthen their connections.

Audrey cut a piece of steak from her ranch, observed Earl Hall's expression, and asked with undisguised curiosity:

"Dad, has anything happened to Prince Edsak recently?"

Her plan was that if not, she would pretend that she had heard some untrue and irresponsible rumors, which was not uncommon in aristocratic circles.

Earl Hall paused with his knife and fork, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What did you hear?"

Sure enough! Audrey, who understood what she wanted from her father's reaction, smiled and replied:

"Some rumors, which seem to be true?"

Earl Hall rubbed his forehead and said:

“It’s nothing too serious.

"Audrey, I know what you're thinking, so there's no need to hide it from you. This involves a relatively common royal scandal. To put it simply, Prince Edessak fell in love with a commoner woman.

"This led to the death of a noble descendant, and the royal family blocked the spread of the matter, not wanting to cause too much impact."

The Countess took a sip of champagne and said:

"It seems he is not mature enough."

Mom's criticism is very tactful... This does sound suspicious... Is Prince Edessak really involved in a dangerous incident, and will it bring bad changes to Backlund? Audrey pretended to understand and smiled:

“It makes me wonder, why would a story about freedom and love involve the death of a descendant of the nobility?”

Hibbert Hall was busy cutting the tender steaks and guessed with interest:

"It reminds me of those complicated love stories. Among the followers of the Storm Lord, dueling for a lady and for honor is a common thing."

"This is a tradition that should be put in a museum." Earl Hall denied his eldest son's statement.

Audrey seized the opportunity and said carefully:

"My impression of Prince Edsak is not that kind of person, and the rumors have already spread... Maybe this is not what they really want to cover up."

"Maybe not..." Earl Hall chewed on these words, his brows unconsciously frowned.

Audrey stopped talking and naturally changed the topic to another direction.

She then planned to "inquire" about the matter from other noble friends. As a girl who had been pursued by Prince Edessak, it was absolutely normal for her to want to know the details of the matter. Curiosity or reluctance could drive a person to make such an attempt.

…………

The "artificial sleepwalking" state could not last too long. Emlyn White returned to reality with a slightly tired look. He opened his eyes and looked at the iron-black coffin. He spoke with a half-relief and half-disappointment:

"Lord Nibais, no response."

Nibais was silent for a long time before he said hoarsely:

"OK.

"You stay here tonight to prevent any unexpected situations."

"Okay!" Emlyn didn't try to be brave at all.

He spent this night in worry and anxiety, but the night was so peaceful and nothing unusual happened until the rare winter sunshine in Backlund fell on the window and then quietly faded away.

"What a bad weather." Emlyn left Audra's villa, lowered his hat, and muttered as he got into a hired carriage.

His destination was Harvest Church in the South District of the Bridge.

After the carriage had been running smoothly for a while, Emlyn's eyes suddenly blurred and he saw endless gray-white fog.

Then, he was surprised to find himself in a mysterious and majestic giant's palace, sitting at a mottled and ancient bronze table.

At the top of the long table, there was a figure shrouded in thick gray fog, looking down at him condescendingly.