Mage Joan

Professor Moriarty made a spellcasting gesture, and teleporting light rose under his feet.

Bang!

The bedroom door was forcibly knocked open, and Mrs. Josephine broke in, but only had time to see Professor Moriarty's fuzzy figure disappearing into the teleportation array.

...

Fort Daning, the "City of Dawn", is located about two hundred miles south of Midgard City, in the superficial area of ​​"Jinlunga" of the Primordial Abyss, about 600 yards from the ground.

This city built by the semi-drow people is an important pier for the trade between the surface peoples and the underground peoples. Due to the low terrain, there is only the dim light of dawn at noon.

In the streets and alleys of Fort Daning, you can see taverns specializing in "phantom dew" everywhere. Even the air seems to be mixed with hallucinogenic ingredients, making people immersed in the atmosphere of drunken life and death.

In addition to the "illusion", there is a more popular commodity in Fort Daning that is slaves.

Located in the middle of the city, the "Species Museum" is a three-story circular building comparable to the ancient Colosseum. It is known as the largest and most complete slave trading market in the Midgard Colony.

However, few people know that there is a place where Ekadena believers hold secret gatherings-the Chapel of Our Lady.

On May 6, when it was near midnight, the streets of Fort Daning were more lively than during the day. The pedestrians coming and going were mostly dark-skinned semi-drows. The pubs on both sides of the street were also lit up, and addicts floated out of the windows. nonsense.

Under the moonlight, a four-wheeled carriage was running along the street. The middle-aged coachman was dressed plainly, his skin color indicated his Asa ethnic origin. Under the lowered brim, he occasionally flashed sharp eyes, paying attention to the surrounding wind and grass.

The carriage stopped outside the gate of the "Species Museum", and the coachman turned and tapped the carriage.

"Miss, Dr. Vader, Countess, we are here, shall we get off now?"

"Wait a minute, Master Heimdall, I have something to tell Rebecca."

In the carriage, Mrs. Josephine looked at the girl sitting side by side with JoAnn, and tried to persuade her to stay outside for the last time.

"Rebecca, Joan and I and Master Heimdall will go next to very dangerous places. Please stay in the car and wait for us to come back."

"Madam, I am born with a sacred seal like Qiao An. This trip is related to my own destiny. How can I stay out of the matter?" Rebecca argued for reasons.

"My child, in fact, neither of you nor Joan’s seals have evolved to advanced stages. They can be removed with the help of'miracles','prays' or'psychic surgery'. I have no ability to perform these methods, but As long as you want, I can ask someone to help you cast spells to eliminate hidden dangers." The countess said solemnly.

"The Lord Sir Alex said before his death that it is not absolutely safe to cast a spell to remove the sacred seal. The'Mother of Monsters' will immediately notice that a bloodline that remains in the mortal world has been cut off, and then use divine power to trace the person involved. Will it be angered and punished... no one can tell." Master Heimdall's face is heavy, "The Lord also said that in most cases, Ekadna is too lazy to pay attention to such trivial matters, but can't tell. If she is in a bad mood, she makes an exception and takes revenge. In order to avoid attracting the attention of this evil god, for most seal bearers, the safest way is to maintain the status quo, avoid the evolution of the seal, and do not try to remove the seal."

After listening to Master Heimdall's words, Mrs. Josephine had even more reason to stop Rebecca from walking.

"Since the removal of the sacred seal may alarm Ekadna and provoke the evil spirit to avenge the evil god, then our trip to prevent the'Brotherhood of the Virgin' from holding the sacrament may still anger the evil spirit? For safety reasons, Rebecca still Don't go..."

"Madam, I can hear your words!" The girl pouted and groaned, her face aggrieved, "Professor Moriarty obviously invited me to come with Joan. Why do I have to leave me outside?"

"Don't mention Trofim, I won't get angry when you mention him!" The countess was dumbfounded. "Silly girl, haven't you seen the matter until now? That **** has no peace of mind! Never believe his nonsense!"

"Madam, I don't think so." Rebecca gently shook her head, with a particularly solemn expression. "Mr. Professor claimed to exchange my father's soul for the sacred seal, but I don't think he is a bad person. This is what my father told him during his lifetime. It's agreed. Secondly... I have an intuition that things are not that simple. There must be something hidden behind what the professor did."

"Intuition?" Mrs. Josephine couldn't laugh or cry. "When I was young, I thought Trofim was trustworthy by intuition. Unfortunately, the cruel reality taught me a lesson, boy, I don't want you to make the same mistake. The price is too painful, and it will be too late for you to regret it!"

"Madam, people are different. I am far inferior to you in other aspects. Only my instincts are still a little confident!" Rebecca held the countess's hand, pouting, clearly acting like a baby. "Believe me once! I'm also a 13th-level Pastor Di Moss, and my lord's divine weapon protector. Even if I conflict with a cultist, I can protect myself. What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about Trofim... If he really takes refuge in Dinin and Betty, he may turn against us!" said the countess sadly.

"With you, Master Heimdall, and Joan, even if Mr. Professor becomes an enemy, it will not be a problem for us to escape here safely, Joan, don't you think?"

Rebecca pulled the sleeve of the startled young mage beside him.

Qiao An absentmindedly nodded his head, put his right hand into his pocket, and tightly held the jewelry box that the instructor had handed him for safekeeping. The ominous premonition of being unclear and unclear became even stronger.

"Look, madam, Joan promised to take me with me!"

For the first time in two days, Rebecca showed a smile on her face.

"I really don't take you anymore!" The countess sighed helplessly, and reached out to push the car door. "Mr. Heimdall, let's go."

The "Species Museum" is open all night, with people coming and going in the lobby on the first floor. All four of Qiao An and his entourage used spells to hide their true colors, mixed in with the crowd, looking for ways to sneak into the underground church.

Qiao An stopped in front of a magnificent and gorgeous mural. The mural depicts a beautiful and dignified woman, dressed in a snow-white robe, with a serene expression, a calm smile, and a slightly raised belly, apparently a pregnant woman. Young mother.

The woman was surrounded by ten little angels with wings, all chubby and lively and lovely, and the distant view was a crowd of obscure and obscure gods.

This seems to be just a very ordinary religious theme mural, but Qiao An felt the hidden evil, while looking up, cold sweat was leaking from his forehead, and an inexplicable sense of fear rushed from the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair.

Touching the jewelry box that the tutor gave him for safekeeping, Qiao An immediately felt that this mural was the gateway to the Chapel of Our Lady.

"This mural exudes magical auras. It may be a secret passage. Unfortunately, we don't know the incantation to enter the mural, and we don't know whether there are hidden traps behind it."

Mrs. Josephine took Rebecca's hand to the mural and muttered to herself.

"I know the spell." Qiao Ann held Rebecca and Heimdall's hands separately, "The teacher invited us to observe the ceremony, and of course he will tell me how to enter the chapel."

After reciting a mantra silently, Joan, Rebecca, Mrs. Josephine, and Master Heimdall disappeared out of thin air at the same time. In the mural, there are four more vague figures among the crowd as the set, indicating that they have been integrated into the painting. The mysterious world.

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