"I can repair the cracked barrier core." Archbishop Aldo said, as if he was talking about an irrelevant thing, and could not see any anxiety at all, whispering in his own tomb, "This is not difficult. The real difficult part is the energy lost in the barrier, and I have no choice."

Scoller coughed, and his decaying body could no longer bear the energy of the barrier core: "What is the energy supporting the barrier?"

"It's the energy of darkness." Archbishop Aldo led three people out of the tomb, and the ancient and thick door slowly closed behind them.

"What?"

"You heard it right, it's the energy of darkness." Aldo said, "Using the high-level Difu killed in the Black Robe War, it gathered into an unparalleled dark force, supporting it on the surface of the barrier. It was a net composed of 770 defensive magic arrays. It took more than ten years to initially construct. The core of the magic array is the barrier core."

"How is it possible? This doesn't make sense!" Louis frowned, "How can he use the power of darkness to resist creatures in the dark world?"

"The low-level Defu is just an ordinary monster, and the higher the level of Defu, the higher the intelligence. For them, the dirty and resentful aura brought by the death of the same kind is very terrifying." Mr. Goode answered his question, "I think that's why over the years, the more advanced Defu is, the more difficult it is to penetrate the barrier. Their higher intelligence will allow them to instinctively avoid danger."

"But where do we find sufficient dark power?" Louis asked.

"Catch Difu, who escaped the net," said Aldo, "and bring the most powerful part of them to me, the stronger the better."

They all know that the most powerful part of Difu is not the part it uses to attack, but is usually the part it likes to eat the most, such as the heart of the abyss jackal and the throat of the dark elf.

"Also," the blond man in a white robe turned around, "I am a man who has been dead for a thousand years and I don't like to see living people often, if possible..."

Mr. Goode understands: "Please rest assured that neither tourists nor our own people will disturb you for no reason."

Aldo bowed slightly and said calmly: "Thank you very much."

Gal suddenly remembered the person at home who wanted to stuff his head into all the machines, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you... want to go out and see the outside world?"

Aldo picked up the corner of his mouth, and it seemed like something like a smile would never stay on his face. Even if it flashed occasionally, it would be fleeting.

"Thank you, no need," he said, "you can leave here by walking forward from the exit in front."

"Your Excellency, I have another question," Mr. Good asked suddenly, "Did you write the line of words that appear under your statue, 'Ten years are forever'? Is it a legacy of some revelation for future generations?"

Aldo was stunned for a moment. At that moment, his calm expression finally changed. His eyebrows trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed in an unknown place.

"No," he said softly after a while, "it's nothing special. It's just that there was a man who spent ten years loving me. I let him down and later lost him forever."

That is the only thing I really have in my life, but...

Aldo didn't say this sentence, but waved his hand. A door that did not exist appeared on the wall on his left hand. The man nodded politely to them, pushed open the door and walked in, and then disappeared with the door that suddenly appeared... as if it had never existed before.

And the heart of the abyss jackal he needed was running on the road with a wounded man and a rookie.

Perhaps in order to boost his courage, Evan turned on the sound, and a burst of passionate symphony immediately emerged from it, scaring the two people sitting in the car at the same time, and almost causing a traffic accident - he really didn't know that instructor Gal had such an elegant hobby.

John stared at the small black box for a while and asked, "Are anyone inside?"

“No, no, just cd.”

On the nervous pursuit, a small lecture on the player began again. John looked at the CD taken out of the little black box with amazement: "Can't touch this reflected light place? If I touch it, will the sound inside be wiped out?"

“…As long as you don’t use sharp tools or nails to scratch hard.”

"Wow...that can put the sound in," Even though Evan explained that he didn't have to pay too much attention, John carefully clenched the circle in the center of the disc with two fingers, fiddled back and forth for a while, then he cleared his throat and said to the disc, "My name is John, John Smith..."

“…” Evan asked, “What are you doing?”

"Try recording." John said innocently.

Evan turned around and drove intently towards the front - when he thought that he would soon go to catch the abyss jackal with this guy, he felt that his future was dark and he could not see his fingers.

"Maybe next year is my first anniversary," Evan thought pessimistically, "I will probably be famous for the hunter who died on the first day of internship."

John patted his shoulder: "Hey, I saw that girl, in that larger 'bread'."

"More than bread," Evan said with a sad face, "we're more used to calling it a bus."

"Whatever it is." John recited a spell that Evan had never heard before, and the air around him immediately changed, and a dark green like a swamp of algae floated.

"Wow!" Evan was startled.

"I let the abyss jackal appear, and the green place is the stench it leaves behind, follow it." John narrowed his eyes and looked at the deepest part of the fog, and asked casually, "Why, I remember this is one of the sixteen basic spells."

"No...no, we haven't learned that," Evan said. "We now have a detector, and just click it to display relevant information and possible location analysis results of Difu."

John pulled his eyes off the girl sitting on the bus by the window, and asked with his eyes lit up: "Really? Where is it?"

"I can't have it, sir?" The thick fog that only the two of them could see was almost surrounded by their cars. I don't know if it was his illusion, but there seemed to be ominous gray shadows flashing around. Evan's face was as pale as a ghost. The result was that he suddenly stopped stuttering like a miraculously. "The intern was not allowed to go on a mission alone, and I have no right to have a detector."

"Oh, what a pity." John was a little disappointed, but then he comforted, "But you can think of me as a detector and make do with it."

"That requires a strong imagination, sir - but thank you for your comfort." Evan said in a trembling voice, "I feel better."

The bus arrived at the station, and the girl by the window got off with the people. This station was a park. Evan parked the car in the park parking lot and happened to pass by the girl. She walked forward like a puppet, unconsciously, with her eyes showing a hollow like a dead person.

"What's wrong with her?" Evan asked in a low voice.

"The sequelae of the Eye of the Abyss." John sat in the car without moving, watching the girl walk past their car. A few red lines suddenly popped up from the green mist that was almost black like algae. It split the thick fog like Moses split the sea, wrapped around the girl's hands and feet, and guided her to walk into the park.

"Then...then...then what is that?"

"The Abyss Jackal's cutlery," John replied without looking back, "You can think of it as your own knife and fork."

A strange sucking sound came from Evan's throat.

"Get out of the car and keep up." John lowered his voice and gave a brief order. Then he pushed the car door with his handsome movements...

No push.

Evan: “…”

John: "Why can't this thing be pushed away?"

Evan admitted his fate and pulled a wrench to help him open the car door, believing that he would not see the sun tomorrow.

"Oh, by the way, wait." John pulled out a newly bought jacket from the back seat, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, dipped it with his fingers, and quickly drew a symbol on it.

The magic array is very advanced, and most of the ancient magic arrays have been lost now. Contemporary magic arrays are actually just teaching some basic principles and simple applications. Evan looked at John's flexible fingers without blinking, and said in fascination: "I have never seen this magic array."

"Don't worry, you don't need this, just to hide something," John said, wrapping his clothes with the magic circle around him, simply, "Come on."

There are not many tourists in the park, only some elderly people walking, students taking sketching classes and occasionally couples. Except for some evergreen plants, they also form their own forests, and the rest look a little depressed.

As December approaches, workers have begun to place Christmas trees on the roadside, and the girl passes by them in a blind eye, and a young man who is sawing a pine tree whistles at her.

"Girl," he said, "if I were you, I wouldn't walk to the lake, the wind from the water will make you runny nose!"

The girl turned a deaf ear to her, and the young man shrugged his shoulders boredly.

However, there were obviously more than one lunatic on this day. After less than three minutes, the two men walked over here again... One of them was so nervous that they were all the same.

"This dead gay man must be the first time he's out to catch a fishing person," the young man muttered to climb up the wooden ladder and began to wrap small lanterns on the top of the Christmas tree. "Look at that stupid look, I don't know where to twist my butt..."

The two men had already walked a long way, but the man next to the idiot with the same hands and feet suddenly turned around. He wore a certain gray hat on his head, pressing his long soft hair to prevent them from being stormed by the wind. Under the brim of the hat, a pair of dark green eyes as dark as lake water appeared, which was just right for the young man.

For some reason, the young man's hand holding the lantern suddenly froze.

Then the green-eyed man showed a bad smile. Before he could react, he suddenly heard a crisp sound from his feet, and exclaimed everywhere. He fell down straight and at some point the rack under his feet cracked in half.

The young man lying on the ground screamed and suddenly shouted: "My teeth, my teeth!"
Chapter completed!