“Sure enough, the demigod already has a godly side.” Klein sighed, threw the scepter back into the pile of debris, and then disappeared silently above the gray mist.
In the following time, the ship rose and fell, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how scary and “towering” the dark blue waves around it were, there was no problem and it came to the end of the storm smoothly.
Thursday morning, Backlund, Williams Street.
Falsewall arrived again by carriage.
She did not sit in the cafe again, but walked slowly along the street, looking at the pedestrians and the surrounding buildings, and from time to time she recorded distinctive characters as material for novels.
“There are really a lot of foreigners here, mainly Fusac and Intis people. Haha, one is a savage and burly white bear, and the other is a bright and colorful rooster.” Forsi chuckled and muttered to himself.
At this time, she came to the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel, covered with withered vines inside and outside, and gray stones scattered everywhere.
In order to be worthy of Mr. World’s reward, Forsi deliberately moved closer to check if there was any abnormality.
She walked around the chapel first, but found nothing.
Then, she entered, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and decay, and quickly scanned every corner.
Suddenly, the movement of her gaze stopped, and her brows wrinkled little by little.
In a semi-collapsed corner, the ground was dug by someone. The potholes were neither big nor deep, and there were traces of fingers left behind.
This was an anomaly, right? Forsi cautiously withdrew without conducting more detailed investigation.
After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned home, put together the anomalies she found and the recorded materials, and ritually sacrificed them to Mr. Fool, asking him to pass them on to “The World”. Forsi did not hide anything. Everything she sees, even if there is nothing wrong with it on the surface, because she knows very well that it is up to the “world” to judge whether it is abnormal or not, not herself who does not understand the situation.
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein directly looked through the report submitted by Miss Magician.
“There are traces of excavations in that abandoned chapel. Miss Sharon and I have dealt with them before. Who will dig up Raft Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family? He was possessed by an evil spirit last time. He almost died, and without help, it is unlikely that he would take another risk. Who could it be?” Klein thought for a while, but failed to identify the suspect and could only continue reading.
Looking at those records with be