Chapter 868 Assistant

In a blink of an eye, Xifa came to the second floor.

He felt strange that he was not attacked.

Soon, he walked into Maud's bedroom, where the old typewriter was still there.

However, there is nothing unusual about it.

Sifer carefully tore off a curtain and covered it over the typewriter, but the typewriter did nothing.

Frowning slightly, Xifa suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Scuyard is gone!

The old-fashioned typewriter is probably not its body, but is temporarily attached to the typewriter through some kind of connection.

Even so, Xifa cautiously released a hunter projection, which made him pick up the typewriter and put it on the table.

In the process, Sifa prepares himself for battle.

But nothing happened.

The hunter projection was not attacked, was not frozen, was not struck by lightning, and was not shattered.

This confirmed Xifa's guess.

"However, Scuyad should not be attached to the typewriter casually. This does not make sense in mysticism. There must be some connection between the two."

He went up and checked the typewriter.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the typewriter, he found a symbol.

This symbol should be engraved with a sharp object, and it has symbolic meanings such as flames, lightning, and strong winds.

Xifa found a pen and paper and rubbed the symbol.

He saw the paper left by Scuyard on the ground again, which printed the weather forecast of Binger Town.

Xifa also put away the paper.

At this moment, the sound of a carriage sounded from below.

Xifa quickly retracted the hunter projection, then exited the bedroom and left through a window at the back of the house.

hostel.

Oswald was sitting in an easy chair, holding a glass of red wine without drinking.

The hotel was miraculously not damaged by the thunderstorm just now, but after such an experience, the old man could no longer sleep.

And, he is waiting.

Wait for the 'Duke' to come back.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The old man smiled, got up and said, "Please come in."

The door opened, and Xifa came in wearing a mask: "You really haven't fallen asleep yet."

Oswald poured him a glass of red wine and said, "At my age, you will know that sleep time is much shorter than when you were young."

"The other thing is, I don't want to waste too much time sleeping."

Xifa snorted, sat down on one side, took out the piece of paper with rubbings on it, and pushed it over.

He gave a brief description of Maud and the typewriter.

continued.

"The thing that called itself 'Scuyad' has already left. Perhaps engraving this symbol on other things can attract it."

"However, I don't recommend it."

"At least until you figure out what it is, what threats it poses, and how to seal it, don't act rashly."

Oswald glanced at Sifer: "It sounds like you don't plan to stay here for a long time?"

"I'm going back to Backlund tomorrow. I have other things to deal with." Sifa didn't want to leave Backlund for too long. First, war would break out, and second, it would arouse suspicion from the royal family.

Oswald nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll stay here and see if I can do something."

Xifa picked up the wine glass, uncovered a corner of the mask, and took a sip of the fine wine in the glass.

Then he said: "The Church of the Storm has already set its sights on that house, and the typewriter will definitely be taken away."

"This symbol, I guess Maude carved it, but I don't know where he got it."

"Furthermore, he is already dead, and the body should be in the church. Coupled with the time, it is impossible to channel him."

"However, in that house, there may be clues."

"For example, the diary or something, but it's obviously not something we can go in and search."

Oswald laughed: "It's not a big problem, we have some friendship with the three major churches, and the Church of the Storm is no exception."

"If they know anything, I'll find a way to get information."

Xifa didn't doubt this either: "If there is any news, please let me know."

He now suspects that since Scuyad is not a 'weather goblin', it should also be something related to a 'weather warlock'.

Otherwise, abnormal weather cannot be created.

"no problem."

After receiving the old man's reply, Xifa said again: "I have prevented Lakin and the others from entering the house, and Commissioner Mike may come to complain to you."

Oswald laughed: "It's just a trivial matter. I'm very good at handling delivery, so leave it to me."

After communicating for a while, Xifa said goodbye and left.

The next day, he returned to Backlund through the spirit world with the help of the 'Traveler's History'.

Late at night.

In the early hours of the morning, in a garment factory in the St. George district of Backlund.

In the empty factory building, an open space was cleared, and a dozen mysterious people in black robes and hoods surrounded a dark black coffin.

The coffin looked quite heavy, and there were many golden ornaments with dirt traces, candles flickering pale flames, and many skulls around it.

Some of those skulls came from humans, and some belonged to animals. Some were extremely strange, deformed and hideous, and it was unknown what they were originally like.

After one of the men in black raised his right hand, the mysterious man around the coffin began to twist his body, his movements were slightly convulsive, and he performed a strange dance with madness.

This is the 'spiritual dance', the favorite ritual method of the god of death.

The stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.

"The king of the depths of hell;"

"The angel who played the music of death;"

"The ruler above the Styx."

As the dance progressed, the black-robed man who seemed to be the leader lowered his head and began to chant in a language that seemed to come from the underworld.

Immediately, the skulls on the ground were gradually stained with a layer of dark green, becoming extremely creepy.

After a while, the skulls floated up one by one, piercing through the lid and entering the interior of the coffin as if they were incorporeal.

A cold, gloomy, and lofty aura began to come out of the coffin.

After a while, a voice sounded from inside.

This voice is old and cold, making the listener's soul seem to want to get rid of the body.

"Good job."

"What have you gained from awakening God recently?"

What follows is a question and answer.

The leader of the man in black was like a subordinate reporting to his boss, describing his efforts and intentions.

"Very well, keep doing it, and I will support you."

The voice in the coffin paused slightly.

Then he said as if casually: "Let me send you an assistant first, the 'gatekeeper' of Sequence 5, let him assist you in completing the corresponding tasks, and relieve your pressure."

Afterwards, a double-separated bronze door full of mysterious patterns appeared in the coffin, and it was difficult to describe the specific feeling.

With a creak, the door cracked a gap.

A palm stretched out from the door, put it on the crack of the door, pulled it hard, and a figure jumped out of the door.