Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 172 Entering the Corridor of Truth
Beatrice suddenly missed Castel.

That place was always full of life, everyone was busy, there seemed to be endless things to do, and there seemed to be a bright future. It was not like here now, where the pedestrians on the street were like corpses waiting to decay.

Speaking of which, it was not until now that she suddenly understood what Count Hughes had done. He was clearly taking advantage of her.

Beatrice thought she should be angry, but her chest was filled with completely opposite emotions.

There were many people who wanted to take advantage of her, and she had seen more of them these days. Their tactics were more sophisticated, and their actions were more acceptable, but she only felt disgust.

Why is Count Hughes different?

She couldn't explain it clearly. Her investigator's abilities didn't help her this time. She could see through other people's disguises, but she couldn't even tell what they were thinking.

Maybe he is special.

Just like this small and simple room, it lacks the splendor and grandeur of the villa in the manor, but it can give her a sense of warmth and allow her to rest for a while.

What was so good about Castel? She didn't know, but the bustling atmosphere and the hopeful look on everyone's faces were truly wonderful.

After a long time, she inexplicably wanted to contact him, even if it was just to send a few meaningless greetings. As long as she felt that her connection with the island was still there, she would feel comfortable.

Just like her favorite cushion when she was a child, she would build a castle with it, lie in it all day long, and no one would call her out.

Beatrice happily wrote a thick letter, in which she gave a long-winded introduction to the current situation in the Rhine, and also boasted about how popular her soap was. This was something she had learned recently, and she wanted to show her own value, which would probably make Count Hughes happy.

She took the letter and went to the church. She knew the church had means of communication, but she didn't know if she could send the letter.

But she got stuck at the first step.

It is true that the church can send letters, but Castel is located in a remote area and the letters cannot be delivered there.

As for the remote transmission of information, this is not open to ordinary people. Fortunately, she is not an ordinary person.

With her identity as an investigator and the influence of Joan's family, she successfully persuaded the priest in the church. Beatrice put the crumpled letter back into her pocket, feeling a little disappointed. Although the letter could not be sent, it was good to be able to say a few words.

Unfortunately, this small expectation was also dashed.

For unknown reasons, Castel has lost contact. No one knows what happened there, and the church doesn't care. It's just a remote deserted island.

Beatrice can convince the church to open the link to the Sea of Unconsciousness for her, but she cannot convince the church to send investigators. She cannot leave Rhine for the time being and can only worry.

Fortunately, the priest told her how to enter the Corridor of Truth, and she could try it herself.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes slightly at the thought. After this setback, she suddenly realized that she had almost no influence in the church. Ever since Uncle Jules left, the new cardinal had been indifferent to her words. The fat priest echoed her every word with a fake smile, but ignored her request.

She doesn't like this.

Before leaving, Beatrice asked the young priest's name.

"My name is Michel, Lady Beatrice!" The priest stood up excitedly, his eyes filled with surprise. "Call me Joan. Since Uncle Jules left the family, I will inherit the name Joan. What are you now?"

"I am now a second-level priest, the heart speaker of the Rhine Diocese, Lord Joan." Michel tried hard to appear calm, but his words could not help but tremble.

"Well, thank you very much for your help today. I will write a thank you letter to the church."

Beatrice shook her head, trying to clear the recent memories from her mind. She suddenly felt a little strange. She didn't know why she was doing this. Maybe she just couldn't stand being rejected? Wanting to cause trouble for those who looked down on her was a very childish thought. Hesitation mixed with fear made her bury her head deeper into the sofa.

Forget it, don’t think about this anymore.

She wanted to enter the Corridor of Truth to see if she could find Castel's beacon, ask what happened there, and have a few words with Count Hughes.

She was an investigator for the Candlelight Society, so it was normal for her to be concerned about why the church had lost the beacon. It could even be said to be her duty, and no one could find fault with it.

But she was not sure whether she could succeed.

Michelle told her a lot of techniques for exploring the Corridor of Truth, and if nothing unexpected happened, the risk would not be great.

And she also has confidence in herself. Castel is her [anchor], and Zeus is also her [anchor]. The desire in her heart is strong enough, and she will not get lost.

Taking a deep breath, she lay down on the sofa, ready to start her first attempt.

Entering the Corridor of Truth does not require any additional rituals; it can be done under the light of the moon candle - or even without the moon candle, it will just be more dangerous.

The Sea of Unconsciousness is not such an inconvenient thing. It has no fixed shape, and accurate and sophisticated rituals will inevitably point in the wrong direction.

"Where is the Corridor of Truth?" Beatrice murmured to herself. She now needed to consolidate her cognition and imagine what the place she needed to go looked like.

"The Sea of Unconsciousness is outside the high walls of reality, but where are the high walls of reality?" Beatrice hesitated for a moment, glanced at the bright moon candle, and prepared to activate her extraordinary abilities directly.

The investigator is the most suitable extraordinary path to explore the Sea of Unconsciousness, simply because she can easily obtain answers to questions. Extraordinary people from other paths will be stuck outside the door and need to struggle to find out how to enter the Sea of Unconsciousness. However, as long as the investigator is willing to endure the pollution, she can get the answer directly.

This is both her privilege and the curse she carries. Investigators are affected by the Sea of Unconsciousness every moment. They cannot truly escape from there, and the inexplicable strange whispers in their ears will accompany them throughout their lives.

Extraordinary power surged in her chest. She skipped the process and got the result directly. An inexplicable sentence suddenly appeared in her mind.

“Reality has no walls.”

Ok?
There are no high walls in reality, but the sea of ignorance is outside the walls?

Before she could figure out what it meant, a pollution spread throughout her limbs and bones, and then she felt as if the world was turned upside down for a moment.

She blinked and found herself standing in a long corridor with countless doors on both sides.

(End of this chapter)