Mill and Vincent were on their way to visit Father Cavendish, who lived at the end of Bourbon Street and his house was next to the park.

The thick fog gradually faded away, but the deep black clouds made the whole city somewhat dark. The sky was extremely dark today, and it seemed to be approaching evening.

"Sir, I always feel that the weather is a little weird, as if there is some sign or foreshadowing something." Vincent stood at the gate of New Orleans, observing the sky, and a dark cloud suddenly surged on the other side of the mountain.

Mill stood on Bourbon Street, looking far ahead at the end, where the sky was getting closer to darkness. He said: "It has been going on for half a month, always every now and then. They occasionally show other colors, which is really disturbing.

People are afraid.”

"Yes, sir, I always feel like the sky is falling." Vincent said, "They're like that in St. Louis too."

"Come on, Vincent, go get a carriage quickly. I'm worried that it will be windy and rainy soon."

They got on the carriage, and Mir carefully looked at the interior of the carriage. It was in tatters and looked extremely old compared to the carriage he took home before.

Mir sat in a corner. He observed that the leather on the seats was almost all bad, and a small amount of white swan feathers was exposed under his buttocks. This made Mir feel no sense of comfort, and he hated this car extremely.

carriage.

Even the windows in the carriage cannot be closed tightly at all. If it is a refreshing summer day, then this carriage is undoubtedly the best choice because it will be very cool. However, this year, such weather has not yet arrived.

He could vaguely see small holes in the ceiling, and he could also see a group of nearly black birds flying overhead in the dark clouded sky. Their calls seemed to reveal some kind of weird, chirping sound.

Broken and sad.

In the extreme weather, Mir urged the coachman to hurry up. He did not want to be caught in the rain on the way.

The carriage set off, its wheels hitting the rocks and making a creaking sound. The windows were also unusually loose, making strange noises.

As long as the carriage doesn't turn into a large abandoned toy on the way, he can even imagine that despite the skill of the driver, it seems inevitable that the carriage will hit a huge stone and overturn the carriage, which is more likely to happen.

The carriage was thrown out directly.

If that's the case, the first unlucky person will be Vincent. He is sitting next to the car door now, and it is very possible that he will be thrown to the next intersection.

The gloomy sky suddenly lit up, which startled Vincent. He immediately covered his ears and said, "Sir, be ready to cover your ears."

Mir followed Vincent's instructions and covered his ears. After a while, Mir put down his arms. He knew that Vincent was hinting at something. He didn't hear any thunder.

There was a loud "click" sound, like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. The horse suddenly screamed. It was frightened and ran wildly in other directions. The driver could not control the horse, causing the carriage to shake violently.

When Mir opened his eyes timidly, he didn't see Vincent's figure, and he cursed: "Damn it!"

Vincent's disappearance was completely consistent with his imagination. The shaking stopped and the carriage seemed to have stopped. Then he jumped out of the car to check.

"Vinson? Where are you?" Mir shouted.

Vincent jumped out of the front of the carriage, then greeted Mir and said, "Hi, sir, I'm here."

"Are you okay? Vincent, I thought you were thrown out." Mir asked with concern.

"I'm fine, but the coachman is missing." Vincent shook his head, indicating that Mir didn't need to worry. He said, "The coachman seems to have disappeared, or he couldn't control the frightened horse and ran away."

"I can't understand what the coachman did. He didn't care about our life or death." Mir looked around and said, "Where is this? Vincent."

"We should still be on that road. Let's keep going forward along this road, sir."

Vincent and Mir led the carriage to the side of the road. They did not want to walk on the muddy road, so Vincent and Mir chose another path.

"Sir, I heard from the general that you have been living in New Orleans. Why don't you know the way?" Vincent asked curiously.

Mir replied: "After the fire, huge changes took place here. The buildings and roads were constantly renovated, repaired, and transformed. I haven't been here to see the scenery for a long time."

Vincent stopped at an intersection and saw no one there. He wanted to find someone to ask for directions.

"Let's go this way." Vincent turned to the next intersection with his own sense of direction and said, "Sir, where did you live before?"

Mir jumped repeatedly, avoiding rocks and puddles as much as possible, needing to stay neatly dressed and visit the priest.

Mill said: "Early on, I have been working in St. Bernard Parish. My friend Ian introduced me to the job. In recent years, I just moved here."

Vincent thought of his colleagues at work, whose home was there, and he said: "St. Bernard Parish? I know that place, sir. I long for that place. There are manors and farms there, and the scenery is very good."

"

Mir nodded and said, "Yes, I made enough money there. If I have the opportunity, I will take you to St. Bernard Parish."

Vincent stood at the front of the stone and looked at the hillside and neat trees in front of him. It looked very much like the park that Mill said. However, he saw a woman wearing a bamboo hat and strange clothes walking slowly in the woods.

walk.

The woman's skirt was very long, long enough to cover her bare feet. She was walking on tiptoes. Although this was the first time Vincent had seen such a person, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Mir almost bumped into Vincent. He stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Vincent."

"Sir, look at that person." Vincent pointed forward and said.

Mir glanced at the woman not far away with great caution, and whispered: "Vinson, quickly! Get out of here! It's best to find a place to hide first!"

"Do you know her?"

"I will tell you some time."

"Sir, she seems to have disappeared, as if she has evaporated." Vincent said in disbelief, dilating his pupils to the extreme.

Just as Mir was about to find a corner to hide, he heard Mir say that he had disappeared. He stared blankly in front of the tree where the woman disappeared.

"Why does she appear here? Is it because of Father Cavendish?" Mill said to himself.

Vincent suddenly thought of the origins related to the woman and said: "Sir, she seems to be from Saint-Domingue. Judging from her clothes, she should be a pagan."

"Pagan? Is it a witch?" Mill asked as he had never seen such a witch dressed up in books.

"I'm not sure. These are the administrators of the St. Louis Church. They once described their appearance. They once said that all people who are not from my tribe are aliens, and Lacurilla Carmen seems to be included." Vincent shook his head and said.

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Chapter completed!