Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Port of Pritz.

On the corner of Main Street, far from the port, there is a bookstore.

This is an old shop with ancient decoration. From the appearance, it is completely different from other stores on the main street, which are decorated or beautiful or grand or luxurious. It is like an old man mixed in among a large group of energetic young men and women.

The interior of the bookstore is also quite simple, with only a few rows of sparse bookshelves and a flat-out display stand for so-called bestsellers. The display stand is covered with thin and thick hardcover books. The most conspicuous position is a brand-new book with a beautiful cover illustration. In the center are two lines of beautiful print, the book name in a larger font size and the author's name in a smaller font size. , Stormwind Heights, Forth Wall, by.

Bernadette walked down the stairs on the second floor of the bookstore slowly, her boots stepping on the wooden stairs, making rhythmic "da" and "da" sounds.

The owner of the bookstore, who is like a salted fish on weekdays, is like a catfish who was suddenly doused with seawater. A carp stood up.

He first looked around and found that there were no customers as usual, then he breathed a sigh of relief, put on a smile, and quickly approached.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders this time?"

"I have taken good care of the layout of the rooms upstairs and replaced the spiritual materials. You can come over at any time."

Bernadette simply hummed.

The figure passed by the bookshelf, and his eyes glanced at random. On the spine of this small half of the bookshelf, whether large or small, thin or thick, were all printed with a few words, written by Roselle Gustaf.

"Give me the materials that you have collected during this period and are about to be handed in."

"Yes, wait a moment, it's on the second floor."

The bookstore owner hurried upstairs, opened the secret compartment, took out a stack of neatly bound paper documents, restored the secret compartment, and hurried downstairs.

After obtaining the various information and preliminary verification materials that the members of Element Dawn had secretly collected in Pritz Harbor in the recent period, Bernadette strolled on the bustling Main Street.

As the most important port in the Loen Kingdom, Pritz Harbor is densely populated, but there are many workers at the lower level, so the economic level is far less than that of Backlund.

Bernadette came out of Main Street, turned two corners, and came to White Oak Street.

Bernadette walked to the door of No. 32. Compared with the neighbors, the house was obviously neglected for a long time. The flower beds in front of the door were overgrown with weeds, and there was no room for delicate flowers to live.

Bernadette took out a key from somewhere, opened the door, and walked in.

This is Bernadette's property, inherited from her father. My father was already the owner of Intis back then, but he didn't know why he bought a lot of real estate anonymously in important cities around the world, as if he had a habit of collecting.

Bernadette passed by the yard, the flowers, plants and trees in the small garden shook one after another, the bullied flowers cheered up, and the complacent weeds suddenly pulled themselves up, took long roots, and trotted all the way. , thrown into the arms of the garbage heap, the dead branches and leaves also left the body one after another, and threw them into the garbage heap together with the weeds.

Bernadette walked into the room, stood in the large living room and looked around, then walked to a chair, sat down, took out the information obtained from the owner of Salted Fish, and looked at it seriously.

The brooms, buckets, rags, brushes and other cleaning tools in the storage room suddenly seemed to have life and flew out to their jobs. The curtains, sofa towels, tablecloths, etc. in each room unbuttoned by themselves, hula la flew out, circled around, and rushed into the bathtub. The side of the bathtub began to splash out, the jars containing soap powder poured over the body, and the fabrics of various textures began to rub the body and wash themselves. Teapots, cups, dishes, and kitchen utensils flew out of the open closet and threw them into the sink, letting the rushing water wash over their bodies.

The clanging sound of the collision, the rushing sound of the water, and the rubbing of the fabric, all gathered into a joyful piece of music full of life.

In this lively background music, Bernadette turned pages after pages of documents.

On the other side, Wang Zichuan was wandering around in various blocks, like a countryman who had never seen the world, but no one could see him, and no one could laugh at him.

Bernadette used the method of turning into bubbles in Hai's Daughter to directly enter the spiritual world. After leaving the spiritual world from the preset coordinates, she came to the second floor of a bookstore in Pritz Harbor. This room has an obvious arrangement of ritual magic. The spiritual materials are integrated into the ritual through a wonderful combination, marking a stable coordinate point to point out the direction for Bernadette, who is not good at traveling in the spiritual world.

As soon as he appeared, Wang Zichuan rushed out of the magic lamp impatiently, greeted Bernadette casually, passed through the wall, and disappeared.

At this moment, Wang Zichuan was wandering in the dock area, trying to find the Pritz, which was very loud when it appeared, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

There are many passenger ships and cargo ships in the port, but they all seem to be very serious ordinary ships.

After wandering around for a while, he felt bored, and Wang Zichuan walked through the streets again, admiring the street scene of Victorian-era Europe.

Tuxedos, shirts, suits, workwear, long skirts, all manner of politeness and walking sticks... It's a pity that I didn't see a trench coat. The crowds are flowing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com chariots and horses passing by quickly, a street lamp, a doorbell, a spire, a carved flower... The exquisite style, the warm brown-red tone of the times, all these seem real and unreal, like It's like watching a movie and acting like a movie.

I don't belong here, I don't belong here.

I am not playing him, I am him.

After sighing for a long time, Wang Zichuan's thoughts returned to reality. After a careful identification, he found that the street he was on was White Oak Street, and he suddenly thought of a person.

Following his memory, Wang Zichuan slowly looked for the old building with the sign of the Fishermen's Association.

It was easy to find. After a while, he saw a small building with a really dilapidated appearance, and a sign that looked a bit decadent hanging in an inconspicuous place.

Wang Zichuan floated in directly, crossing the rows of rooms until he saw a middle-aged man with thick arms that didn't look like a literate man was sitting at the desk and writing something.

Suddenly, a strange strong wind blew in from the window, just in time to blow away a stack of sorted documents and scattered them all over the place. The signatures on some of the papers read, Dorian Gray.

"Strange, why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden?"

Dorian left his seat, bent down, picked up the fallen documents, sorted them out, and sat down again to resume the work just now.

Suddenly, he paused and muttered to himself, "Why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden? It's a bit..."

Immediately, he stood up, looked out the window and the door, but found no one, so he locked the door, walked to the window again, closed the window, closed the curtain, and took out a A pure sparkling crystal ball.

This wind is not right, I have to do a divination.