It's very lively.

Today's Bermuda Eyes is really lively.

Because, on this day, the election and competition of the inspectors of the 11th district was held at the Eye of Bermuda.

Many people have already arrived.

Ms. Freni, representing the Hand of Gintama, also came here. However, Ms. Freni found that the situation here was very wrong and a little weird.

There is no so-called election competition here. Many powerful spirit rings have clearly expressed their support for Locke, the head of the Eye of Bermuda, to serve as the new inspector of District 11.

There was no fighting or anything like that.

Locke has already gained an absolute upper hand.

The atmosphere on the scene was extremely harmonious, with indescribable joy, harmony and fun.

At the Eye of Bermuda party, Flani felt uneasy.

"I hope nothing bad happens." Flani thought silently in her heart as she looked at the wizards and sorcerers around her who were talking in low voices with gentle smiles on their faces and without a trace of worldly airs.

She tilted her head back and drank the cold wine in the goblet.

…………

Quiet.

Very quiet.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

The girl was wrapped in a thin gauze dress and her body was wet. At this moment, her eyes suddenly widened and she showed shock.

Subconsciously, the girl loosened her hands and the gauze dress on her body almost fell off.

"Snap! " There was a slight sound.

Maureen snapped his fingers lightly.

The black light was thick and numerous black lights flashed across the girl's body, soon forming a black gauze skirt on her body.

Morin slowly let go of the girl and stepped aside.

It's safe here now, everything is fine. A moment ago, Morin had already set up a witchcraft circle to isolate the sounds and related energy auras here from spreading.

"You, who are you?" The girl looked at Maureen and Diana, a nervous look on her face, and she couldn't help but ask.

"Who are you?"

Morin raised his eyes, his voice was very calm.

"I, I... I'm just an ordinary warlock. I sneaked in here, I..." said the young girl, her eyes were a little evasive and her voice was a little unnatural.

"Gu~~"

Above Diana's head, the cuckoo bird rolled its jewel-like bright eyes and made a casual cooing sound.

"You can't deceive others with your words. Look, even the stupid bird on my head knows that you are lying, so just tell the truth." Diana sighed, she looked at the girl in front of her and advised sincerely.

"What I said was the truth. I am just an ordinary maid, a mediocre warlock. You see, I am only a level 2 existence. You..."

After hearing what Diana said, the girl quickly started to defend herself.

Diana didn't look at the girl like she was an idiot.

"Forget it, I won't ask any more questions. I'll just kill the tortured soul." Morin said as if talking to himself.

"Ah no no, wait a minute!"

This frightened the girl terribly. She screamed and said quickly, "I told you, I am actually Ruth, the youngest daughter of Locke, the master of the Eye of Bermuda. I just wanted to have fun, so I came here to take a hot spring bath, but I didn't expect you to come in suddenly."

The girl named Ruth said this. She was a little panicked, and her bright eyes blinked, full of innocence.

The Eye of Bermuda controls Locke's youngest daughter, Ruth? Luna's sister? Maureen tilted her head slightly.

There was a faint icy blue light flickering in his eyes. He was letting the chip detect Ruth's blood information and compare it with Luna's stored in the chip. Soon, Maureen got the result.

Luna didn't lie, she was indeed Luna's sister.

It's just that their mothers are different.

Half brother.

Morin thought about it and was still a little surprised.

"I admit that you are Locke's daughter." Maureen exhaled slowly, and then said, "But you have to find a reason to live for yourself. I think, Ruth, you understand what I mean, right?"

Find yourself a reason to live...

Ruth's face suddenly turned pale.

She was not an idiot, so she naturally understood what Morin said.

"I know all the geographical environments of the hot spring underground palace, as well as some secret resource vaults and some forbidden places. I can take you there." Ruth's body trembled a little, but she still said this quickly.

Are these things...

Diana's heart moved, she turned her head and looked at Maureen beside her.

"Okay, sure." Morin nodded.

Ruth finally laughed, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she found that circles of glowing black light totems suddenly appeared under her feet. The totems swirled and spun, and instantly rushed up and sank into her body.

"Ah!" Ruth screamed in fright.

"Okay, take us out now." Morin's voice came from the side.

“Okay…Okay.”

Ruth said with grievance, her hair was disheveled and she looked timid, like a wounded kitten. Ruth could tell from her experience that Morin had planted a witchcraft circle on her to control her, just in case.

Ruth was terrified.

Under Ruth's leadership, Maureen and the others soon walked out of the hot spring.

Fortunately, Maureen reacted quickly, so no one noticed the abnormality here.

"This is the resistance leading to the witchcraft reaction area. I don't know what's over there, but warlocks often send some high-energy biological limbs in..." Ruth didn't dare to resist at all now. She stood outside and spoke honestly.

"Let's go this way." Morin lowered his eyelids, thought for a moment, and chose the path on the far left.

"good……"

Diana did not object, and Ruth just followed Maureen obediently, not daring to have any extra opinions.

In fact, Maureen was also looking at Ruth.

As for the daughter of the Lord of Bermuda, a daughter who knows the terrain and environment of the hot spring underground palace here, she still needs to think carefully about how to use it.

Morin was very careful and walked cautiously. There were patrolling witches passing by on the way, but no one noticed them.

At a corner, Morin saw some warlocks kneeling on the ground. They were very scared, some were crying, and others were praying in a low voice with their hands clasped together.

There was a coffin in front of him, and inside the coffin was the dead Lance.

The third-level warlock who showed murderous intent towards Morin when he came here before.

Maureen only took a glance and then looked away.

A third-level warlock? In Morin's eyes today, he was just a slightly larger ant.