Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 35 Dark Red Chimney

Mr. Azik placed his hand on the head of the vengeful spirit, and the spirit turned into black mist again and floated into Mr. Azik's body, accompanied by the cry of a baby.

"Wow!"

As the baby cried, Mr. Azik, who usually had no emotions, suddenly raised his head, looked around the castle, took a few steps back, and collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Azik..."

Klein reached out for help, but Lewis stopped him, his voice low but unquestionable.

"Let Mr. Azik calm down. I think he will recover soon."

Klein subconsciously agreed with Lewis' idea. He adjusted his hat and leaned against the pillar, waiting quietly.

After a few minutes, Mr. Azik stood up. His mood remained cold, but his tone trembled slightly.

"Klein, I think I have discovered the power that makes your fate inconsistent. That man took my child's skull, and I want to find him through the blood connection." Azik squatted down, and after touching some button, the floor of the ancient castle made a "clicking" sound.

The floor was opened, revealing a passage with stairs underneath. Azik walked in front and stopped after descending about two or three meters. At the end of the passage was a black coffin.

Mr. Azik pushed open the coffin, and when he saw the body without a skull in the coffin, he let out a low wail.

After a moment's silence, Mr. Azik cut his finger with his sharp nails, and a drop of blood fell on the corpse that was left with only bones.

"Wow……"

Another burst of baby crying sounded. Klein was startled by the sudden cry. He looked around, guarding against possible vengeful spirits.

Lewis was still very calm. He watched Mr. Azik's actions, as if he was expecting something and thinking about something.

After seeing Lewis's calmness, Klein knew that he had overreacted. He once again focused his gaze on the coffin, and saw distorted faces mixed with black mist rising up, transforming into a strange door.

The illusory door opened, and pale arms stretched out one after another, but in front of Mr. Azik, they all evaporated into black mist.

Through the crack in the door, Crane saw a white skull that had been casually discarded under a dark brown tree, rotting into powder in the wind.

Bang!

Countless pale arms were pinched by the suddenly closing door, fell to the ground one after another, and turned into black mist and dissipated.

At this time, Mr. Azik let out a long sigh, as if a sigh that passed through the cracks of history.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t find him.” Mr. Azik closed the coffin and said with his back to Klein.

Lewis, who was watching from the side, had already recalled the whole thing, even though he tried hard to control his memory, causing himself to be in a semi-amnesia state for a long time.

But when things happened in front of him, he could still easily recall the general idea of ​​what happened.

"I think I should know something." Lewis said uncertainly. He realized that his memory was getting worse and worse. He only vaguely remembered some details and the general idea of ​​​​things.

The culprit behind this is Sealed Artifact 0-08, which looks like a feather pen, and its full name is the Pen of Alesuhod, a product left by the ancient god Nightmare Dragon. Its ability is that of a writer, and what is written will happen, of course, the premise is that this thing cannot be too outrageous and must be logical.

Now, this feather pen is in the hands of a traitor of the Goddess Church, and the ultimate goal of this traitor is to get the ashes, the ashes of the powerful man located under the church.

"You know?" Klein looked at Lewis. In his eyes, the all-knowing Lewis was shrouded in a thick layer of mysticism.

“Yes, I know, but I can’t tell you because the more you know, the more you will be unable to escape its control.” Lewis deliberately didn’t tell Klein and only reminded him, “I will handle this matter with Mr. Azik. I look forward to meeting you next time.”

Under Klein's surprised eyes, Lewis called Mr. Azik away, leaving only a lonely back.

He really wanted to ask the reason for what happened, but thinking of Lewis's advice, he finally gave up the idea of ​​rushing forward to ask. This matter was not something he could interfere with.

Lewis always felt uncomfortable, afraid of involving Klein and not telling him the truth? Is he really such a kind and considerate person?

He vaguely remembered that he was just a loner before. It was precisely because of his loneliness that he was able to devote himself to further studies and was admitted to an enviable university with his mediocre talent.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet a good mentor..."

Lewis recalled silently. The more he thought, the more his head hurt. The pain gradually became clearer, as if something was stirring in his brain.

Then, strange and crazy mumblings appeared in his mind, which made him stop thinking quickly.

As Lewis gave up thinking, the pain began to ease, but the sense of disharmony in his spirituality could not be shaken off.

“Lewis, where are we going next?” Mr. Azik asked when he saw a slight change in expression on Lewis’ face.

Lewis's mind went blank, and then he muttered as if he remembered something: "The target location is still Tingen City, a house with a red chimney, surrounded by green grass and flowers, located on the outskirts of Tingen."

Lewis didn't know the exact location, but he knew enough details to give him the prerequisites for divination.

Picking up a wooden stick on the side of the road, Lewis used the "stick divination method" to confirm the direction to go, and then walked in the direction.

"Perhaps, we need a carriage." Mr. Azik reminded.

Lewis nodded, hired a timed carriage, and then used divination to determine the direction.

The goal this time was clear enough, and Lewis himself remembered enough details to allow him to easily divine the way forward.

The only thing that surprised him was that things were going too smoothly. With his status of 0-08, he shouldn't have been able to predict the future so easily. After all, he didn't have the Source Castle to isolate himself from the outside world.

It was not until the evening, when the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by shadows, that Lewis arrived in the suburbs.

Looking out through the carriage window, you can see a house with a green lawn, a colorful garden full of flowers, and a dark red chimney, which looks so distorted in the dim light.

"This is it." Lewis lightly adjusted his hat. He couldn't guarantee that he could escape safely from here, even with Mr. Azik, who had initially recovered his memory and demonstrated his strength, following him.

(End of this chapter)