"expert?"

Allen looked at Sherlock skeptically.

Although the indoor environment is dark, in his eyes, a young man wearing a medium-length single-breasted suit, a canvas cloak, slightly curly black hair, and deep facial features do have the temperament of a university graduate student.

"Hmm? The extraordinary newcomer to the Order Squad?"

Allen sniffed a breath and nodded with a sudden realization.

"The origin of the 'Miracle of Mirror of Strange Mood', 'Apprentice'." Rhines said with a smile.

"ah?"

"What?!"

Rooney, Origan, and Van Tucker all stared at Sherlock in surprise.

"Has Sherlock been promoted to extraordinary?" the three of them asked in unison.

"Yes, with the help of the captain, His Excellency Hequin provided me with promotion materials. What happened before dinner was just promoted." Sherlock nodded and explained.

"Wow, has the church any extraordinary materials for the 'Mirror of Mirror of Misfortune'? Have you never heard of it? Aunt Bishop Hequin has actually been here? It's incredible!" Rooney exclaimed as he touched his bearded man.

"It's too fast, I can only say I'm so lucky! I was promoted to extraordinary back then, but after a full three months of assessment period! You are so lucky, Sherlock!" Origan pinched the pipe in his hand and looked at Sherlock enviously.

"I've said you're qualified to be promoted! Hahaha... But it's really fast, we don't even know, haha..." Van Tucker patted Sherlock's shoulder with his big hand.

Allen looked at Sherlock strangely, then turned to look at Rhinetes, and said in a hesitant tone:

"As far as I know, there is only one recipe for the "apprentice" promotion materials within the three major churches. No one has chosen this source quality route for many years? Is his choice too hasty?"

Rhestus held the hot water cup and took a sip, saying nothing about it:

"The choice of faith source is the personal wish. I believe that Sherlock will choose to be promoted after detailed and careful consideration."

Allen nodded and said nothing.

"Let's talk about the cellar in the backyard of the Enam's house. We seem to be off topic. We are not here to attend a tea party."

Rhines reminded him in a humorous tone.

Everyone stopped discussing Sherlock and looked at Allen in unison.

Allen made up his mind and lowered his voice to answer:

"The Enem family is a famous rich gentry in Cindyri Farm. I heard that my ancestors were noble lords in the capital London, and for some reason they had been wandering to the countryside outside Botzham."

"It can be said that half of Cindyri's industries, whether they are farmland, workshops, mines, etc., are related to the Enam family. But in that disaster a year ago, the Enam family was not spared and was as deep as everyone else."

"When the three major churches were blocking Cindyri, someone unexpectedly discovered that a collapsed ancient tomb appeared in the cellar of the backyard of the Enam home."

"But at that time, due to insufficient staff, he was eager to suppress the disaster in Cindyri. Therefore, the matter in the backyard of Enam's house was put on hold and no organized exploration was carried out."

"More than ten days ago, it was about the 29th... Our garrison noticed that the tomb in the backyard of the Enam's house was artificially damaged. Then, based on the traces, we judged that the coffin was stolen."

"You should know something about what's next, Rhines."

Rhines nodded when he heard this and said to his teammates:

"Based on some traces at the scene, we tracked down an archaeological professional. Then, we found out that Malfoy was the mastermind of the entire incident."

Allen also continued:

"Although we guess that this ancient tomb may have some connection with the so-called "Crazy King. Solomon". But after all, we are just guessing that we have nothing to know about the specific tomb**. We still know nothing about what Malfoy wants to do."

Van Tucker couldn't help asking:

"Why don't you send more people and go down to explore directly? Malfoy can do it, can't we do it?"

Rooney, Origan, both nodded in agreement.

Alan smiled bitterly, took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket, and then got up and brought the hazy and dim mineral lamp.

The patterns on the paper appear under the reflection of light and shadow.

"This is the entrance I have described, you can take a look. It's not that we don't want to go in and explore, but that we need key conditions to enter the tomb without any obstacles."

Everyone approached and watched the paper.

The paper is painted with a strange rock crisscrossing, collapsed around and scattered with bone remains. It is located under the dark grape trellis in the courtyard, and it looks very strange.

A piece of stone slab that cannot be said whether it is a tombstone or a warning, stands half tilted and upright next to the entrance. The stone slab is full of cracks, full of traces of corrosion from time to time.

There are two rows of small characters engraved on it, side by side:

"Fighting with God will bring endless joy."

Only Sherlock knew these eight Chinese characters.

Behind the half-cruciate stone slab is an ugly wooden door covered with dark vines, thorns, and insect corpses. It is not very tall, and normal people can rush in.

"The tomb inscriptions, rune doors, secret curse walls, and the ancient tombs, the anti-theft layout of the dead with identity is commonly used."

Allen pointed with his finger at the half-curved stone slab and the ugly wooden door behind the stone slab:

"The secret curse wall has collapsed, so the monument and the door are revealed. If you want to block the entry, you must break the connection between the inscription and the pictures and texts on the door."

"There are words on the wooden door?" Van Tucker asked curiously.

"Yes, it is an ancient rune, mixed with vines, thorns, insect corpses, and ancient Ibiya. Celtic characters are engraved on the door..."

“We don’t have this expertise, so the exploration progress stagnates…”

Alan shook his head with regret, "Although there are extraordinary people among us who can use other means to destroy obstacles. However, it will definitely destroy the environment inside and the hidden secrets."

"So, we can only put it aside and wait for confidence to explore."

"Captain brought us here, are you sure to crack it?" Rooney, Origan, and Van Tucker looked at Rhine in surprise.

"That's why I brought Sherlock here!"

Rhines smiled and pointed at Sherlock.

......

Under the leadership of Allen, Sherlock and others passed the tortuous path and groped in the dark, and finally approached the house and yard of the Enam family.

This is a building with the old British style decades ago. In the middle is the main building with a steeple, on both sides are rectangular lateral buildings, with windows covered with windows. There are dry fountains in the square in front of the house, courtyard walls with flowerbeds on both sides, carved iron railings and large iron doors.

The building is shrouded in the darkness, like a crawling monster. Ropes can be seen on the exterior walls, hanging with "corpses" with twisted limbs. They are like mummies and pranks.

"Patients in the end stage of the 'water corpse plague' will eventually become 'water ghosts'. They can no longer be considered humans, they are bats without wings, and they like to hang themselves. When they wake up, they look for food, eat and sleep until they die after they completely lose consciousness."

Allen pointed to the hanging "mums" and whispered to explain.

"Why call it a water ghost?" Sherlock couldn't help asking.

"Because they get crazy when they drink water, they can only drink blood." Rhestus said.

"Get started, drive them out, beware of the movements around you."

"Okay, captain!"

Rooney and Van Tucker nodded, obviously they had joined forces many times to have a tacit understanding.

First, Van Tucker collected a few short wooden roots, took out a few triangular objects that looked like shell pieces, and forced them into the wooden stick Rika.

Then he looked at the direction and threw the stick out with all his might.

Fortunately, Van Tucker is tall and has enough strength. Each wooden stick is accurately landed and firmly, showing his skillful skills and special throwing ability.

Rooney took out a thin notebook and opened a page.

He murmured, as if he was chanting a mantra, his fingers were painted with strange patterns on the page. Powder kept spilling from his fingers, turning into lines with glittering light.

Sherlock watched all this with great interest.

As Rooney pressed his palm on the page, the short stick that had fallen firmly in the distance began to flash a slight light, and a streamer like light floated.

Then all the light streamers are connected together and twisted into a "line human shape". The line man with a glimmer of light is more than five meters high, making a provocative move roaring towards the sky.

Although there was no sound, Sherlock's mind seemed to be shaken by a drum, and he seemed a little restless.

Suddenly!

All the "water ghosts" hanging on the walls of the building, hiding indoors, or wandering around them seemed to be stimulated instantly. They were not crazy, but they were in a hurry, and they all ran out and rushed towards the "lineman".

Sherlock counted briefly, at least there were more than 30 "water ghosts". If I didn't know, it would be fine, but as I saw with my own eyes, all these ugly and terrifying monsters appeared, which really made me feel like they were scalp.

The "line man" with tangled light began to step forward and ran illusoryly. All "water ghosts" chased behind with a terrifying silence, gradually leaving their sight.

The chaotic and weird scene disappeared in front of everyone in just a moment.

"Okay, it's driven away." Rooney let out a long breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and put away his thin notebook.

"Let's go, follow me, don't fall behind."

Allen was ahead, and everyone walked into the courtyard of the Enam's house.

In the terrifying and oppressive atmosphere, Allen seemed familiar with the road and kept leading him. He walked through the square fountain, entered the servant's room, entered the inner courtyard from the back door, and came to a large grape trellis.

Everyone saw a scene on the previous drawing:

The collapsed cellar entrance, the semi-crucifixed stone tablets, the scattered bone remains, and the strange wooden door buried in the mud and stone in the darkness of the thick fog.

"It's your turn, Sherlock."

Rhinets and Allen walked forward side by side, staring at the stone tablet and the wooden door, and turned their heads and said:

"If you can enter the tomb smoothly tonight, you can only count on your expertise!"

Sherlock took a deep breath, walked up to the tombstone, and observed the strange and disgusting wooden door. On the door were a large number of strange words mixed with vines, thorns, and insect corpses.

The text must be in ancient Ibiya Celtic language, and the complexity and ingenious flowers are a way that only appears in ancient high-standard tombs.

Everyone approached and observed these ancient Ibiya Celtic characters, hoping that they could parse out half of the words.

However, in Sherlock's eyes, these vines, thorns, insect corpses, etc., mixed with ancient Ibiya Celtic language, are further cordlessly connected, and a few Chinese characters are spelled out:

"Understand your blood..."
Chapter completed!