Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1069 "Interesting"

Only when the bottle was empty did the two leave the mirror maze that blocked their view of the outside world and return to a dark wilderness.

It was already the morning of the second day with dense lightning. Angel packed up the tables, chairs, and leftovers to avoid being discovered by Amon or other mythical creatures passing by. Then he looked at Klein with satisfaction and asked:

"Is there something you want me to come early for?"

She and Klein had originally agreed to "deliver meals" every six weeks, but now it has only been a month since the last time, and it was the information conveyed by Mr. Fool that made Angel think that something had happened in the God-Forsaken Land and she hurried over.

Before his energy ran out, Klein, who looked a little listless, picked up the lantern from the ground, pointed it in a direction with the dim light, and replied:
"There's something interesting over there, and I thought I'd ask you to come take a look."

"I would have been more interested if you had said that last night."

Angel chuckled and looked far into the distance towards that location, but found that even with the help of dark vision, his vision far exceeded that of ordinary people, he could not see through the darkness that enveloped the entire God-Forsaken Land.

"I mean business."

Klein added helplessly, walking forward with the lantern.

"Of course I'm talking about business."

Angel muttered, recovering from the satisfaction after the tenderness, looking around vigilantly, and following closely behind.

The conversation between the two people disappeared into the darkness along with the dim light of the lantern.

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Behind the Cathedral of Knowledge in the center of the "City of Exile" Morola, three cloaked exiles groped their way into the cemetery with the help of the light of dusk.

This cemetery surrounded by bushes is so large that its edges are almost invisible. Tombstones are neatly arranged, interspersed with large tombs protruding from the ground. There are also several entrances with arches and stone steps leading to the underground mausoleum.

These luxuriously decorated entrances that were totally out of place in the exiled city of Morola were exactly the targets of the three people. They quickly gathered at one of them and looked at each other. One of them said in a hoarse voice:
"It's here, go in."

"Go in."

"Walk."

The other two responded, but neither was willing to be the first to walk down the stone steps into the dark underground area.

The instigation gradually turned into an argument, and then into a shove. The three of them barely managed to calm down before a life-and-death duel. The hoarse-voiced exile who led the fight thought for a moment, snatched the lantern from the smallest companion, kicked him, and said:
"You're first, I'm second."

He knew that if he didn't set an example, tonight's operation would fail. He could only put himself in second place and let the other party explore the way first.

After another argument, the three reached an agreement, lined up, and entered the pitch-black entrance of the mausoleum one by one.

Then they never came out again.

On top of a three-story building in the distance, William put down the telescope that had been looking at the three exiles and wrote in his notebook:
"Most of the entrances to the underground areas of the cemetery lead to different ossuaries, which allows the limited area of ​​the cemetery to accommodate more than a million corpses... But one of the entrances leads to an unknown location. Although the 'little white mice' who entered carried lanterns to keep the light, they were not blindfolded. After three consecutive groups entered, they disappeared directly and never appeared again. No monsters that looked like them returned to the ground...

"Judgment: They encountered an accident before entering the depths of the underground mausoleum, and did not come into contact with the dangerous sealed object."

After blowing away the dust on his notebook, William closed it and carefully put it away. He took one last look at the huge cemetery that was gradually shrouded in the night. He had the illusion of facing a giant beast that was devouring living people.

He shook his head and jumped directly from the third floor. His limbs touched the ground in a delicate way to unload the force. He stood up as if nothing had happened and came to the main entrance of the Church of Knowledge.

The last group of exiles sent to Morola today walked out of the church, looking at the bustling streets with excitement or confusion, exactly the same as when William and others came a month ago.

Yesterday, 30 people died, and today 50 more were sent here. No wonder such a large cemetery is needed... William sneered in his heart and stood in the corner waiting for the group of newcomers to disperse. Then he walked into the prayer hall of the Church of Knowledge and found Elaine Soren in the hall that was like a library.

The red-haired beauty was wearing an outfit that was not seductive but rather androgynous. She was reading a thick book at a long table illuminated by candlelight.

William walked closer and saw that the cover of the book was written in Lemburg language: "Making and Maintaining Dolls".

The captain has been coming to the Church of Knowledge to read books frequently in the past half month. If she hadn't been investigating other organizations that had infiltrated Morola every day and continuing to carry out Miss Angelica's mission, I would have almost thought that she would convert to the "God of Wisdom"... While thinking, William approached Elaine, casually pulled out a book "The Principle of Sealing" from the bookshelf, sat across the long table, and whispered under the cover of the book:
"Those three 'little white mice' didn't come out. They must have disappeared like the previous two batches."

Elaine withdrew her gaze from the meticulously drawn puppet diagram, looked at William, and nodded:
"It's consistent with the information we know. Without a blindfold, even if you enter the underground area with a lamp, you can't go far... There are no other cemeteries or mausoleums in Morola. It seems that what we are looking for is under this cemetery, buried under the Church of Knowledge..." Her voice stopped abruptly. After a moment, an old man in his sixties or seventies with gray hair and a white robe came over with his hands behind his back. He looked at Elaine gently and asked with a smile:
"Have you finished reading the books I gave you?"

"This is the only one missing, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Elaine answered honestly, her expression unclear whether it was relief or pain.

Archbishop Heraberg, who received them when they entered Morola, nodded with satisfaction and continued:
"After reading this, come to me and get a test paper. Only if you get full marks can you be considered to have truly learned this knowledge."

It’s over. The captain has really joined the Church of Knowledge, and he even has to take an exam. Should I consider changing fleets? William’s mind flashed back to the years of studying and taking exams on the Golden Dream. He stared at the white-robed bishop walking away in amazement. He glanced at Elaine and found that she was equally shocked. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Do you really want to take the test?"

He asked tentatively.

"He said that in order to complete my mission safely, I must learn this knowledge. Knowledge is power and wealth..." Elaine answered in a low voice, and did not return to her normal tone until Heraberg's figure disappeared between the bookshelves. "It seems that he knows the purpose of our coming here very well. Before, Tia said that it was this bishop who saved her from the witch sect. I'm afraid the whole thing was within his expectations."

"Anyway, I plan to do as he asks. Fortunately, before I became a Beyonder, I developed a habit of reading under the influence of my family..."

By the way, the captain is from the Soran family and has a little more culture than other "hunters"... The image of the fourth boatswain on the "Golden Dream" flashed through William's mind. He picked up the book "The Principle of Sealing" and left the church with Elaine.

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In the God-forsaken land, Angel and Klein came to a wilderness.

This place was different from the flat wasteland before. The ground was covered with criss-crossing gullies. In addition to the never-fading darkness in the sky, there was also a layer of gray-yellow mist. It was not pungent, but it gave Angel a premonition of danger.

"Is this what you call 'interesting'?"

Angel asked, pointing around.

"I have been exploring nearby these days and have confirmed many facts. This fog covers an area of ​​nearly 100 kilometers in radius. There are countless undead creatures inside, and they should all be formed under the influence of the fog..."

Klein replied, his voice a little hazy in the gradually thickening fog.

“I tried to use the secret dolls and historical projections to go deeper into the thick fog, but the secret dolls would soon die and become cursed beings lingering in the fog, and the historical projections could not withstand this curse.

"The only successful attempt was when I had the historical projection summon the projection of the 'Star Staff', which reproduced your reaching the status of an angel, the cursed plague attached, neutralized the influence of the fog, and approached the core area of ​​the thick fog.

“There is a dead Cyclops wandering there, several dozen meters tall, but still constantly creating cursed fog. I judge that He is most likely an angel... at least He was when He was alive.

"Besides that, there's a weird building there, and that's what I wanted to show you... something interesting."

As he spoke, Klein stretched out his hands and used the magician's illusion to create a blurry picture between his arms.

Angel squinted at the static painting and saw a hint of gray in the equally thick fog in the painting.

There are continuous buildings in the deep ravines that run across the earth, as if they are inlaid on the ground. They are embedded in each other, and the appearance is as smooth as cast cement. They are angular rectangles with no doors or windows, just like they are made up of "sarcophagi" of different sizes.

No, that’s a cement-cast “sarcophagus”!
Angel frowned, trying to see more clearly in the blurry illusion. This scene originated from a glimpse of Klein's historical projection in the distance, with only the outline of the building.

But just by looking at the outline, she was able to match it with a building in her memory.

It was a research institute that was located in Eastern Europe during Angel's time and was used to study the re-production of oil from dried-up oil fields after oil was depleted.

That was a disaster site that was completely sealed with concrete because of some kind of disaster leakage and preserved as a "sarcophagus".

That was the beginning of the earth entering a mysterious era, demons continued to emerge, and the countdown to the end of the world began.

In the history books that Angel remembers, it was called "Chernobyl".

(End of this chapter)