Chapter 165: Hunting on a snowy night

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Card flipped.

Its surface glows with silver, and in the center of the card, a girl holding a scepter is squatting in the ice and snow, crying. The blue and white uniform obviously comes from someone else and is full of ecclesiastical connotations. There is a golden scale embroidered on the shoulders and chest.

On a snowy night, oneA pair of scarlet eyes lurked inside, bringing an endless sense of oppression.

"This is..."

Looking at the card with only pictures, Ron exchanged glances with his teammates, and then quickly established a spiritual channel.

Scarlett guessed:

"Looking at the clothes, the character in the painting is probably from a local church organization. The red eyes represent danger, so she is in the middle of some unknown pursuit. The meaning is not very good..."

The above interpretation is the conclusion drawn by Scarlett based on mysticism and basic cognition.

But Renee, an MI5 intern at the Augusta Empire, has a different view:

"Do you see a raised snow hill behind her? I'm sure we must have passed by a similar place when we came here. This may be a spiritual hint, trying to disturb our sanity and affect our next move."

"No, there is no supernatural power above."

"I've said it's a spiritual suggestion. This kind of thing can be done without magic."

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Haha, will the daughter of the empire who has opened up countless dimensions also feel compassion for the local indigenous people? If you ask me, if I control her directly, I have plenty of ways to dig out information from her brain."

"Too reckless!"

"pedantic!"

What started as a good discussion quickly turned into a one-sided quarrel between Scarlett and Renee.

Desmond, who had a relatively stupid mouth, couldn't get a word in at all, while Ron hung up the mental link and started thinking on his own.

Professor Forsythe reminded that the focus of Mount Hayesti is the card, so its role may not be as simple as revealing destiny. Just ask the almighty detective... Thinking of this, Ron touched the button on his collar and his heart rang out.

"Boss, I checked it carefully."

Sherlock said in a deep voice:

"The girl's clothing in the picture is the nun uniform of the Church of the Sun, and it is also the clothing that the fighting nuns only wear on Sundays."

"Church of the Sun?"

"Yes, although it is not the local Extraordinary Church of Yanan, it is the largest righteous organization in our world. They are good at blessing themselves and their teammates with poems, and they can also penetrate the enemy with scorching thunder guns. Their overall strength is much stronger than the Rational Ascetic Order, and..."

The detective's tone was full of bitterness:

"The one who drove me out of Yharnam."

Powerful enough to allow an Extraordinary sect to actively cut off its own genius Extraordinary, the Church of the Sun... Ron knew Sherlock's story.

He was once a well-known detective in the technological city of Yanan. Because of a certain extraordinary operation, he had a conflict with a contemporary saint of the Church of the Sun. Later, he was used by those who were interested and stepped into traps one after another. Finally, he was judged by the Rational Ascetic Order and ushered in the fate of exile.

The above is Sherlock's own description.

But Ron knew that the specific process was definitely not as easy as he said. Even if it did not include a narrow escape, it was still thrilling at every step.

At this time.

The panel displays a line of information.

Data like annotation is displayed on the right side of the white card:

【Hunting on a snowy night】

[Quality: white]

[Type: event card]

[Trigger a corresponding event]

[Note: Light, why do you no longer illuminate our way forward? Is there really hope on the holy mountain? Or is it despair again? 】

...

Analyzed!

Looking at the information, Ron's expression perked up.

He knew he could trust the power of the panel.

"The event card means that we will meet the little girl in this picture later, and the dangers around her should also appear together."

With the information, it would be easier to handle. Ron picked up the white card on the ground from a distance, looked at the indigenous woman who looked more and more respectful, and asked:

"We want to go up the mountain. Which route is suitable for us? Also, why did you choose to settle here?"

"Go up the mountain..."

The woman put away the remaining two cards and stood up, holding her fists in front of her body against her mouth and nose, with a very pious expression:

"There is no need for a route to visit the Holy Mountain. As long as your heart is filled with the revelation of destiny, the road to the truth will naturally open. As for why we are here, because we are servants of destiny, it is our duty to receive every pilgrim."

Damn it, there's a Riddler!

Ron had already guessed that once words such as destiny, enlightenment, etc. were involved, things would definitely become very complicated and completely unintelligible.

Behind them, Scarlett listened to them talking a lot in confusion, and couldn't help but ask Ron: "Can you translate it at the same time?"

"I asked her how to get on the road, and she said that as long as you have a road in your heart, the road to the top of the mountain will naturally appear." Ron's explanation was easy to understand.

"Hey, this is one of the common problems of the natives of the primitive plane. The communication efficiency is too low."

Scarlett sighed.

The wizarding world has conquered thousands of planes, not without encountering theocratic social structures. These carriers of harvesting believers in the name of "gods" often fabricate some obscure scriptures, making the believers below unable to enlighten and their wisdom is at a primitive stage.

This has two consequences.

First, these believers who have been domesticated by the scriptures for many years cannot accept the fact that "gods" are nothing more than higher life forms and suffer emotional breakdown.

Second, there is a strong resentment towards the gods you believe in, which acts as a potential threat and destroys the production order of the colonized plane.

The former is easy to say, if it is valuable, just carry out mental repair, if it is not valuable, forget it; the latter is the after-dinner dessert of the local ground manager, as long as the thought monitoring instrument is scanned, and then pretends to be one step ahead of the other party, it not only satisfies one's own evil taste, but also eliminates hidden dangers.

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So it's no wonder that Renee has always had a certain sense of superiority towards the natives of the potion plane.

"Here you go."

Ron handed the white event card to Desmond, who was slightly stunned.

The sub-giant said with some confusion:

"Why give it to me?"

"Because you are the captain."

"Oh."

Ron didn't explain the card's effect.

Rather than looking for reasons to explain clearly why you know this, it is better to let everyone experience it for yourself so that you can better understand its meaning.

Enter the [First Hope Point].

According to the young woman's description, her name is Lysa and she is the village chief of this resting camp.

In addition to her, there is a middle-aged couple and two blind boys who are about to become adults in this camp. They usually make a living by cultivating a plant called "black bread grass".

To Ron's surprise.

There is another extraordinary person in the camp——

George, the bell ringer of the Church of the Sun.

It is precisely because of his magical power that the flames here will not be extinguished easily, and the plant seeds will not die due to cold.

"Is black bread worth including?"

Renee has not forgotten that their goal is to harvest the remaining half of the fresh knowledge.

"There is definitely no such thing," Ron reasoned. "The fish that can escape the search of three official wizards will definitely not appear at the foot of the mountain. There is no need to think about these basic things."

If the only possible loophole in this camp is the bell ringer.

Thinking of this, Ron asked Lysa who was accompanying him: "Can we meet with Mr. George?"

"It depends on his will."

The barefoot Lysa stepped on a clear and solid passage, led the four people to a small house, and knocked on the frozen door.

——Bang bang bang.

It was like hitting an ice cube.

Wait a few seconds.

No one responded inside.

Seeing this situation, Lesa showed an apologetic expression, saying that she was helpless.

"Do you want to do it?" Scarlett held an obsidian between her fair and slender fingers.

"Forget it, let's go."

Ron shook his head and didn't push in.

The situation is still unclear. No one knows whether the upcoming events are dangerous or not. It is better not to waste magic power here.

Together they rejected Desmond's offer to taste black bread grass, and after a brief discussion, the group left the camp.

The wind and snow hit again.

They continued to move forward along the road that was covered with snow and could not be traced.

The further they went, the thicker the snow was, and the howling cold wind gradually increased, gradually exceeding the resistance of the warmth spell. Scarlett and Renee immediately tightened their necks, and their exposed ears turned red, giving them a stinging sensation like fire.

Fortunately, in order to complete this event simulation, everyone has made sufficient preparations.

Everyone took out items for keeping warm from their respective storage items - only Desmond didn't need them. The environment in the Frost Canyon where he lived was even worse than here.

Forward, forward, forward...

Not far away, a snow hill appeared in the line of sight, attracting everyone's attention.

Looking at the small hill that was very similar to the one on the card, the four of them stopped for a moment.

But at the same time, a faint but real sound of sobbing could be heard faintly.

"Let me take a look."

Sending a spiritual signal, Renee, as a scout, pulled out her wand and gently moved it around her eyes, and a pale light rose.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding single colors changed into more single lines.

Behind the translucent snow hill, a small figure was huddled and shivering under an overly long robe, with two traces of tears hanging on his white and tender face, looking extremely helpless.

"So..."

Scarlett frowned:

"Are the cards some kind of omen? Will we encounter the characters or events in the images?"

"It's very possible," Ron followed her answer, "This should be the first test that Mount Hayesti gives us."

There was no fear, a few people just silently raised their guard and walked towards the figure behind the snow hill.

Seeing a group of people wearing weird uniforms suddenly appear, the girl's face changed and she said anxiously:

"Hide quickly, it's still nearby!"

Ron translated her words to everyone. Renee glanced around and found no trace of the magic eye.The traces of the enemy can only be regarded as the fact that the little indigenous girl was frightened and confused.

But for a moment.

The sky lost its color in the blink of an eye.

Howls like howls of wolves echoed all around, and in the gloomy sky, there were many more swaying red lights, and they were still moving, and the snow creaked.

"—pop!"

A giant palm covered with black fluff slapped on the snow hill, and then, a beast head with sharp teeth protruded from the back. The turbid saliva slowly dripped, corroding a piece of white snow into burnt yellow, exuding a pungent smell.

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