Original God: After the Abyss Girl picked up Miyoushe

Dainsleb had been on guard against a sneak attack from the Abyss Cult. Kong was always taciturn, and the only sound along the way was the sound of little Paimon smacking his fish fillets.

It was not until night that they came to a hut and Dainsleb stopped.

"Wait, this place... looks familiar."

Paimon stopped smacking his lips and flew around. "This place? It looks a bit ordinary. Was it like this hundreds of years ago?"

"Yes, everything in this forest has not changed much from what I remembered. Perhaps it's because the environment here is rarely touched by humans." Dainsleb chose the most reliable reason, "Let's investigate this area. Maybe there will be some clues."

Dainsleb and Sora are investigating separately, so it's natural for little Paimon to follow Sora.

There was nothing here besides the hut, but a field and a campfire.

The bonfire looked artificially extinguished and had not been lit for a long time. There was a pot with a lid on the bonfire, and when the lid was opened, only some clear water could be seen.

There were no signs of planting in the fields, but there were no weeds in the fields.

There were no signs of human or animal movement around, and the silence was eerie.

Dainsleb frowned. "Strange. There are no weeds around here. It seems that someone is taking care of it regularly. But if someone is taking care of it, there must be life around here."

Although there was no sign, he still suspected that this was related to the Abyss Cult.

"Let's go take a look inside the house." Paimon hid in Sora's arms a little scared, "You go ahead, Dain."

Dainsreib: "..."

He didn't bother with little Paimon and walked into the cabin first.

There was a wind chime at the door of the cottage. When the door was opened, the wind chime made a crisp sound.

"What a beautiful wind chime." Paimon was attracted. "It's made of shells and corals, and it's painted."

Sora, who was holding Paimon, looked closely at the painting: "It looks like it's for children. There are no clues."

The room was spotless, as if it had just been cleaned, and there was a beautiful soft carpet on the floor.

There are also paintings of blue sky and white clouds and a little hill man fishing on the wall. It is in the style of a fairy tale picture book, and judging from the painting style, it is the same person who painted the wind chimes.

In other words, the overall decoration of this cottage is in a fairy tale style.

Paimon was attracted again, breaking free from Sora's embrace and looking around the hut, "What a cute hut. I'm embarrassed to walk in."

"You were obviously flying," Sora complained.

Dainsleib walked straight into the house: "Look for clues, don't miss any details."

The bed is an ordinary bed with a guardrail. The headboard is made in the shape of a cloud and is padded.

The tables and chairs all have rounded corners, and there are green plants planted in small monster pots by the windows.

Sora found a Hilichurl phonograph and fiddled with it.

The phonograph played soft and melodious music.

This is a song that, even if you don't understand music, you can still hear the love poured into it.

Little Paimon held his face in his hands and enjoyed the music.

Dainsleb was totally ignorant of the situation and said simply, "The Kanreyans must have lived here."

Sora continued to fiddle with the phonograph, trying to see if there was any other music: "Why do you say that?"

Dainsleb recalled: "This is a piece of music that a court musician of Kanreya spent more than ten years to compose for his naughty and playful son. It is called "Night Sky Lullaby".

By the time the music was written, the son who used to jump up and down like a monkey had grown into a strong and reliable adult and no longer needed to listen to lullabies.

Paimon objected, "But they don't have to be from Kanria. It's possible that 'Night Sky Lullaby' has spread to other countries."

"There is no such thing. The musician's son is called Halfdan."

He was Halfdan, the young elite among the Black Snake Knights.

Halfdan was only in his twenties when he became a monster, so there was no time for this song to spread to other countries.

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Paimon: "Dain..."

They didn't know what to say for a moment.

Sora put down the phonograph and searched for other clues in silence.

He found a bunch of dried dandelions.

......

A blonde girl wearing Intivat on her head sits on the roof of a fairytale cottage and looks up at the stars.

The man in the black cloak stood under the eaves of the hut with his head lowered, and a wisp of white hair could be vaguely seen.

Both of them remained silent, with only the sound of wind rustling the leaves.

Ying spoke first: "Are you hurt?"

"Nothing." Seraphina's voice was dry, and it was obvious that she was in a bad state.

Ying jumped down from the roof and ripped off Seraphina's cloak completely.

She was a little angry: "You still don't take care of yourself!"

Seraphina could no longer lift her right arm, and her exposed legs and neck were wrapped in bandages. It was conceivable that there were even more bandages wrapped around the body covered by clothes.

His face was also covered in blood.

Seraphina put on a scowl and said, "It doesn't matter. If you can't hold on any longer, just die once."

Ying clenched her fists and punched her angrily.

She punched Seraphina on the right shoulder, without using much force, but the pain made Seraphina groan.

"You hurt your shoulder?" Ying originally thought that Serafina's right arm couldn't be lifted because she had been swinging the gun for a long time, but she didn't expect that it was her shoulder that was injured. She instantly felt guilty.

Seraphina, whose right shoulder blade was pierced, just said softly: "It's nothing serious."

"You still dare to say it's okay?" Ying's eyes scanned Seraphina. She was so angry that she wanted to punch her again, but she couldn't find a place to start, so she had to pinch Seraphina's face, "You should be in so much pain that you die."

Ying didn't use too much force, and quickly changed from pinching to kneading: "You are now..."

"Well, I came into contact with the abyss." Seraphina's expressionless face revealed a sense of despair.

Silence reigns.

Ying gently helped Seraphina tidy up her weed-like hair and said distressedly, "You shouldn't have rashly touched the abyss."

"It's meaningless to say this now." Seraphina let Ying toss and turn, "As the successor of the Abyss Cult, why did you write to me?"

After fixing her hair, Ying helped Seraphina wipe the blood off her face. "I have made it very clear in my letter. I want to invite you to join the Abyss Cult. The loom of fate needs you."

Clodal Alberich founded the Abyss Cult and launched the Loom of Destiny project, but within a few years he gave the Abyss Cult to Ying.

The loom of fate depends on his son, Kaliber, who has become a hillbilly. He just wants to accompany his son during the planning preparation stage.

"You really started this plan." Seraphina's lifeless face finally showed some emotion. She seemed to have expected it. "You need the eyes of the world's first tiller, right?"

"Yes."

Seraphina sighed, she relented, "I will help you find it, but I will only help you with this one thing."

The dirty girl took out a freshly made, beautiful dried dandelion flower and said, "Please give this to him for me. I will come to see you when I am ready."

The Intivat flowers of Kanreya were destroyed in the disaster, and Serafina couldn't bring any. Kaliber's mother was from Mond, so she could only give a dandelion to show her love.

Ying took the dandelion.

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Edited on June 6:

I'm not in good condition, so I'll take a day off on June 6th QAQ, and will update as usual on July 30st. Thank you for your support and understanding.