It's clear. During this period, he also discussed the history of the Kingdom of Night with Zaratul, and conducted an in-depth study of the causes and treatments for Antigonus and the Mother of Heaven, two natural mythical creatures, to gain human nature.

The atmosphere of the seminar was harmonious, with both parties participating in a high degree, and they jointly improved relevant research. In the end, Zaratul exchanged a piece of not-so-important information and a piece of lobster pasta for the language of the Kingdom of Night deciphered by Edward, preparing for the future.

Try to illuminate the fragments of historical fog in this hidden place.

So Edward used this to confirm that Zaratul would indeed have a chance to escape in the future, which was much more important than the dark history between the churches.

After being imprisoned for 6 days and then escaping, I feel like I'm testing the bottom line of the night, but after all, I've lost a copy of Sequence 1 on purpose. 6 days is enough for me to recover from my injuries and then leave, not to mention there's Zaratul here...

It's almost time to go. Thinking this, Edward moved.

He stood up, took a long step, and crossed in front of Zaratul.

Zaratul turned his head slightly and said vaguely as if he couldn't open his mouth: "Are you leaving?"

"right."

Zaratul muttered a few words, as if talking to himself. Finally, he shook his head and lay back without saying a word.

Edward squinted at him as the Riddler, feeling like he was back when they first cooperated. To be fair, he didn't hate Zaratul very much, although Russell couldn't get angry when he saw this guy pretending to be sophisticated.

But fate is indeed something worthy of awe. In Eastern fables, knowing too much will lead to divine punishment, let alone telling these "secrets"?

He walked along the base of the wall several times and fixed his sight on the wall not far behind the stone statue.

The candlesticks on the wall were not closed, but there happened to be a hollow skylight on the dome of the church. The red moonlight slanted in and passed over the lowered head of the statue of Mother of Heaven. It happened to shine on this wall, giving this place

It adds more of a horror movie atmosphere.

There are short and clumsy symbols painted there one after another, but there is an empty space in the middle, unable to connect and form.

The blank area was about the size of two palms, and it was obviously sunken inward, as if someone had dug away the stone bricks on the surface.

"The corresponding piece of obsidian is in the church. No one has taken it away yet. Placing it here will help this wall initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and present an illusory color."

Zaratul changed his posture and turned his profile towards the direction of Edward: "However, the key to open the door is very special. You have to draw the symbols related to the goddess of the night."

Edward touched his chin: "It's pretty much what I thought. I thought you would trick me again at this time,"

"After all, if you successfully trap me here, the goddess of the night will most likely be willing to let you out. You have already cooperated with that guy once, so there is no problem in doing it again."

Zaratul smiled in a low voice: "If the symbol is drawn incorrectly, you will at most only see the out-of-control half of the 'Fool'."

"But Antigonus has not become a true god after all, and you said that you are already a sequence one, so looking directly at him will only bring you some trouble. Then when you are unhappy, you come back and kill this weak projection of mine.

, I will suffer a big loss."

"The right decision." The devil smiled, "And it's impossible to trap me here in the first place."

Edward also planned to continue to passionately perform the drama of the devout lover of the Mother Tree of Desire, but then he felt that it was unnecessary and that it would be false if he acted too much. He stopped talking and quickly found the missing piece on the wall from under the seat.

A piece of obsidian.

Then, he took a few steps forward and placed the obsidian slab into the depression.

The two fit together perfectly, with nothing superfluous.

The wall quickly emitted light and gradually became transparent, and one could see the stone slabs paved outside, the walls with holes, and the clouds floating in the air.

After confirming safety, Edward raised his hand and drew the symbol of the Night Path, which was slightly different from the Holy Emblem of the Night Goddess.

Suddenly, the scene behind the transparent door shook like water waves and changed.

Behind the gate, there are cliffs whose bottoms cannot be seen, jagged rocks, clouds floating in the air, and bright sunshine that cannot be seen at all in Backlund, just like part of a mountain top! There is something extremely far away.

A dilapidated and mysterious palace and a looming church.

A man of skill is bold. Edward stretched out his hand, pressed it on the illusory door, and pushed it open.

His figure disappeared from the hidden town in an instant.

At this moment, Zaratul also moved. He sat up straight. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his body movements showed tangled and hesitant emotions. One second, two seconds... After dozens of seconds, he slowly

He lay back slowly and used his arms to move the surrounding debris to the open space.

"not the right time yet……"

The fortune teller sighed: "Not now..."

In the outside world, as soon as Edward's hind legs left the confines of the hidden town, his front legs immediately entered the spirit world. He roamed quickly in the spirit world, and then noticed that the world under his feet was a bright and chaotic blue.

Thinking of the too bright sunshine just now, Edward's heart suddenly moved. After roaming for some distance, he left the spirit world. The moment he put his feet on the ground, he arrived at a noisy place.

The fishy sea breeze blew into his face, and the sounds of hawking and shouting were mixed together. As soon as he came out of the extremely quiet and hidden town, Edward immediately felt that his hearing was a little challenged. Considering that it was not convenient for him to appear in people right now,

There were many places, and as soon as he landed, he immediately moved to a relatively dark and inconspicuous alley.

Just when he was about to take a good look at his surroundings and confirm his current location, a hand suddenly stretched out from the dark alley, and a cold dagger was placed on his neck, slightly digging into his skin.

?

Edward turned his head in confusion and was surprised to find that there were quite a few people in the alley. Some were holding knives, some were menacing, and some were tied up as if they were about to be silenced. These people looked at him warily and waited.

When he saw the blood on his body, his vigilance turned into contempt.

If you look closely, they are all dark souls, and their sinfulness is at least the level of dark chocolate.

The dagger was a little stronger, and the carotid artery might have been cut open by ordinary people, but Edward stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the dagger flew out of his hand in an instant, flying out and directly hitting the pirate holding the dagger above the eyebrows.

Cut it all off.

Plasma splashed everywhere, as if a red coconut had been cut open. The pirate kept a ferocious smile and slowly fell down.

After two seconds of silence, three people exploded one after another. Fear and panic tore their bodies apart, leaving only their hearts in a pile of minced meat.

Edward took off his glasses, bent down and wiped the blood splattered on them with the corner of the corpse's clothes, and then put them on again meticulously.

"Thank you, I happen to be hungry." He said with a smile.

TBC

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Getting out of prison actually means pushing the door open and walking out.

The double update is over.
Chapter completed!