Verdu swallowed his saliva subconsciously, feeling an indescribable sense of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. There was obviously no real danger. Just a drop of liquid from an unknown source fell from a high place, which made his spine chill and his pores tighten.

Perhaps it was because the environment here was too gloomy and dead, or perhaps it was because the identity and origin of the ** were unknown... Verdu cautiously moved two steps outside and observed patiently.

In the next few minutes, nothing unusual happened here, and no more gunpowder fell from high above.

This made Verdu reasonably suspect that it was just a flying bird passing by, holding a sea fish or a freshwater fish from the island's stream in its mouth, and there was a slightly sticky liquid falling from the surface of the fish.

He calmed himself down and checked the ruins of the telegraph office.

Nearly ten minutes later, Verdu initially confirmed that there were only traces of blood, crude murals and mysticism here, which were worth studying.

Instead of rashly picking up the bloody soil and making rubbings of the strange murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his pocket.

As an "astrologer", he must of course use the means he knows best to confirm whether to take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand and stroking it with his right hand, Verdu entered the state of "astrology".

The next second, the crystal ball burst into bright light.

Bang!

It exploded directly, scattering fragments in all directions.

…Verdu’s eyes froze as he stood there in a daze, ignoring the pain caused by the fragments piercing his body.

"It exploded...it actually exploded..." He whispered to himself in disbelief.

The fragments of the crystal ball that had been inserted into his body did not seem to break through the classical robe, and now they fell down without getting any blood stained.

Of course, there were a few crystal ball fragments left on Verdu's jaw and face, causing one small wound after another.

"Who?" Verdu suddenly woke up and turned to look to the other side.

A figure walked out from the ruins opposite. It was the girl on the pirate ship who was wearing slightly revealing clothes.

She had been hiding well and had not been discovered by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball just now scared her and caused her to react excessively and obviously, resulting in the failure of stealth.

Verdu's injured face suddenly twisted a little:

"Why are you here?"

The girl raised her lips and acted as if she didn't care:

“This is Bansi Harbor, not your home, why can’t I be here?

"I'm bored, so I'll go off the boat for a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry in the ruins. Is that okay?"

She asked two questions in a row, with no intention of moving away from Verdu.

Verdu did not argue with her. He took out the ointment and medical alcohol he had prepared in advance, treated the injuries on his face and jaw, and put all the fragments of the crystal ball back into his pocket.

He didn't want to leave the blood in such a strange place.

Then, Verdure pulled at a decoration on the classical robe.

It is a "gate"-shaped pattern composed of three rubies, three emeralds and three diamonds.

Almost instantly, the robe suddenly tightened, making Verdu's flesh stand out piece by piece.

Just as Verdu’s bones were about to break, his figure gradually faded and disappeared from the spot.

Then, he "teleported" to the seaside mountain outside Bansi Harbor.

The mountain has also collapsed and turned into a ruin made of rubble.

As far as Verdu knew, this was once the place where the Bansi residents worshipped the "Weather God" and was also the main target of the Storm Church.

——After the crystal ball used its own explosion to remind him that the Bansi Telegraph Office was hiding unknown dangers, Verdu did not dare to continue exploring there to collect occult materials, and could only forcibly move to the next scheduled location.

This also helped him get rid of the girl's stalking.

As soon as Verdu's figure appeared, he bent his back and gasped for breath, feeling as if he had finally recovered from the suffocation.

At the same time, Verdu felt a sharp pain in his right ribs, as if a bone had been broken.

After taking several deep breaths, he endured the pain, walked forward a few steps with sweat on his forehead, and arrived at the altar marked on the map.

There was no doubt that the altar had been destroyed, leaving only a huge, slightly charred, vitrified pit with rubble of various shapes scattered around it.

Those rubbles show traces of fire and lightning to a greater or lesser extent.

Verdu Abraham looked around, raised his right hand and waved his sleeves.

There was a sudden sound of wind, and some small pieces of gravel were "pushed" away from their original places, revealing the ground they had blocked.

This is the "wind-blowing trick" of the "magic master". Verdu uses it to replace his own manual labor and to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

As the rubble "flew" away, Verdu saw the same charred ground, with a small amount of very incomplete patterns, designs and symbols left in some areas.

Woo!

The sound of the wind became more and more intense, blowing in Verdu's ears, causing him to look up into the sky in surprise.

His wind, which could only blow small pieces of gravel, turned into a hurricane at some point, pushing him so hard that he was shaking a little.

Verdu immediately saw thick dark clouds gathering in the sky, and it seemed that a storm was about to come.

Although he had heard that Bansi was a "weather museum", he never thought that the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered if his "wind-blowing technique" had caused the storm, or if the cleansing of the ruins of the altar had triggered some kind of change.

Such speculation made cold sweat quickly break out on his forehead.

As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of rubble flying up diagonally in front of him, revealing a huge rock that was buried underneath.

The surface of the boulder was crisscrossed with deep cracks, giving it the feeling that it would break if touched.

At this time, the strong winds had subsided a lot, but heavy rain was still brewing.

Verdu thought that since he had already come to Bansi Harbor, he couldn't be scared away, so he plucked up his courage and approached the huge rock covered with charred cracks.

He then took out a magnifying glass with a handle engraved with strange patterns and carefully examined the condition of the boulder.

Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass, which was a magical item, and sighed with regret and frustration.

He has preliminarily confirmed that there is nothing wrong with the boulder and that it does not involve anything mystical.

Verdu was about to look away and leave when he suddenly saw a little bright red seeping out from the place where the bottom of the boulder met the soil.

The bright red gradually expanded, like blood gushing out.

However, it did not infect too many people and was confined to a very small area.

The two blood-red traces of human figures in the ruins of the telegraph office flashed through Verdu's mind, and his scalp felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation.

His lips quickly became dry and he instinctively knew that this was not a good thing.

Verdu swallowed his saliva again, raised his right hand, and created another gust of wind, causing a lot of micro-gravel to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder and covering up the bright red that was seeping out.

He did not stay here any longer, but forced himself to activate the "teleportation" again and headed to the last planned destination.

This time, another rib was broken and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.

Coupled with the suffocation caused by the space compression, Verdu felt like he was hovering on the brink of death.

It took him dozens of seconds to recover and he looked forward.

It was also a ruin here, with collapsed houses covering the overgrown ground.

According to a pirate who once explored the ruins of Bansi, there is an item worth studying:

It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing in the entire Bansi that is still intact.

The pirate could not find anything special about the wooden door, so he ordered his men to lift it and try to bring it back to the ship.

However, they had only taken two steps when they suddenly fell down, and their heads, dragging their spines with them, left their bodies and rolled to the side.

This frightened the pirate so much that he dared not stay any longer and fled in a hurry with the remaining crew members.

Verdu did not completely believe the other party's story. Although he had not been active at sea much, he knew that sailors loved to brag and would always exaggerate things that were only two or three points to eleven or twelve points.

However, even if that was bragging, Verdu thought the wooden door was worth studying.

After some searching, he found his target:

The ordinary-looking wooden door leaned against a collapsed wall and had a brass keyhole and handle.

There were no corpses or bloodstains around it, which was consistent with most of the ruins.

Sure enough, he was just bragging. Haha, maybe the pirate heard about this wooden door from somewhere else. He and his men didn't even dare to try to move it... Verdu looked around and suddenly said:

"who?

"Why are you spying on me?"

In fact, he did not notice that there was anyone around him, but based on previous experience and lessons, he used words and reactions to deceive possible monitors.

The next second, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly walked out from a shadow.

He said nothing and walked away from the place silently.

Verdu felt lucky and secretly relieved, and he hurriedly approached the wooden door.

According to the information he had obtained, pushing the wooden door in either direction would not cause any unusual changes, and there would be no danger in touching it without trying to move it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hands into his sleeves, used the classical robe as a "glove", and pulled the wooden door.

The wooden door then stood up and the surroundings became quiet.

Verdu immediately pushed the wooden door as he normally would, but still could not see any change.

He tried many other methods, but none of them could make the wooden door show any abnormality. It seemed that it was just too lucky to have survived the city-destroying attack by the Church of Storms.

Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried to calm himself down.

He thought about it and tried to open the door again.

However, unlike before, he gripped the handle and twisted it gently downwards.

After hearing the sound of a slight metal collision, Verdu pushed forward, causing the wooden door to tilt back and lean against the collapsed and broken wall again.

This time, a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of Verdu's eyes.

There was a vague street and row of townhouses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses, there was a wooden sign with a few words in Loen language written on it:

"Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office."

As Verdu's pupils dilated, a calm voice came from the telegraph office shrouded in a faint mist:

"Are you here to shoot a telegram?

"Come in."

PS: There will be an additional update for the first February monthly ticket in the evening~