Lord of the Silver Crow

Railway station in the north of Di Lude city.

In the sound of the siren, when the smoke from the chimney at the front of the car gradually changed from a diagonal line to a vertical line, a girl with brown hair **** with a ponytail, looking like a 16 or 7-year-old girl, walked from the next few carriages. Came out.

With heels that are not too high, the girl walked all the way out of the platform.

"The spiritual tide hasn't completely disappeared?"

The girl stared, a pair of eyes that turned from brown to light green, from dark green to frost blue, and scanned the lampshade hanging on the lamp post outside the train station.

At this time, two similarly dressed men in thin windbreakers, scarves, and tan wide-brimmed hats walked out from the train station side by side.

The girl standing still heard the conversation between the two.

"Why is the smog here so serious!? Isn't there a clean air bill like Arabella? Isn't there any restriction on factory emissions?" The voice he made while covering his mouth and nose seemed a little low.

"No, no, my brother, this is ordinary mist."

"Are you kidding! Arabella is not so foggy in a maritime country. How could it be here? I'm going back."

"Really, Hugh, this is ordinary fog, this is not haze. I don't know about other cities, but in this city, the Clean Air Act has been implemented. It was implemented with Congobert ten years ago. Under the advocacy of Mr. Greenton, all factories are very standardized. There is also an "Environmental Protection Association" here, which is also organized by Mr. Greenton. He is a very responsible entrepreneur. I think he will be Di Lu. The next mayor of Germany..."

The girl moved her eyes back.

The situation is getting worse.

The spiritual tide is not ordinary fog. In the absence of spiritual vision, unless you have high inspiration, because you have accidentally detected the existence of the spiritual tide, it is impossible to see the fog.

In Colola County, although there are usually many foggy days, she can be sure that it is not a normal foggy day.

This is the spiritual mist that has not completely subsided, and the spiritual wave that has not subsided.

Although the spirit mist can be released outside, there is no need to deliberately constrain one's own inspiration, but the heavy fog that covers this city is undoubtedly the spirit mist.

She lifted the fingers of her right hand, and under the skin, the blood that gradually turned frost blue released an astonishing chill to the outside world.

However, the air around her fingers did not condense white air, nor did it have much frost.

The air is not humid, let alone so humid that it condenses into mist.

Squinting her eyes, she turned to look to the right hand side, to the southwest of Di Lude City.

Glancing at the leather wooden suitcase in her left hand, she did not walk towards the horse-drawn carriage stop sign, but walked towards a few hired carriages that had just stopped.

At this time, not far from the entrance of the train station, a tramp sitting on a bench raised his head and glanced slightly at the back of the girl walking towards the hire carriage.

Because of the effect of fog on visibility, he took off his tattered clothes like no one, took out a new set of clothes from the cloth bag next to him, and put the tattered clothes into it.

After he finished dressing up, he carried the cloth bag with the torn clothes and walked towards the train station.

"I can't stay in this place. The crisis alert can't stop wherever I go."

While muttering, he buttoned the top hat on his head, and the man walked quickly to the train station.

Before entering the train station, he took a pocket watch from the pocket of the windbreaker and clicked it open.

The men and women who had turned their heads to look at him because of his messy hair and smell, turned their eyes back one after another, as if men didn't exist.

Even the ticket inspectors and guards at the gate of the train station didn't seem to see him, and let him enter the platform.

......

Riding a hired carriage to Hunter Street, the carriage stopped when it came to this street considered by many people in Di Lud City to be a "suburban" category.

The difference from the past is that although it is close to the evening, the dim light of dusk does not pass through the fog screen, but directly turns into the night. It is only 17:00, and it is only 4 hours from 13:00 at noon. At 4 pm, it looks like But it was as dark as it was close to seven or eight o'clock at night.

Looking at the environment due to the gradual sparseness of the building, the carriage driver took the second half of the fee paid by the girl, looked around, and asked with concern:

"This lady, don't you really need me to take you to the door of your house?"

As a coachman who occasionally drives along streetlighted streets at night, he knows the security of Hunter Street no more.

In his vision, several homeless men squatting on the side of the road also got up, obviously noticing that the child is alone.

There are no street lights at night here. Even if you go to the cemetery of a few large churches, it is safer than here.

Is this the daughter or granddaughter of an old woodcutter? Where did you go to work?

The concerned coachman thought.

"No, no, there is no one in that place."

The girl casually said a reason, and walked away quickly, gradually disappearing in his field of vision

But the coachman was stunned when he heard the words, looked at the few gold coins and silver coins in his hand, and couldn't help but shook his head.

Although he wants to manage, but he doesn't have much energy to manage.

In Di Lude, just surviving, he has tried his best.

.....

After hearing the sound of the carriage going away, the girl glanced back. After that, she sank directly into the woods without any hesitation, and at a very fast speed, she threw off the tramp who had bad intentions.

And the branches of trees around her that became terrifying as the light dimmed, like hidden monsters, did not bring any influence on her.

All the way to the southwest, she didn't stop slowly until thirty minutes later, who had changed directions several times.

In front of her, there is a clearing.

A huge open space.

Very abruptly, the surrounding trees and flowers are here, without any roots and sprouts.

It's like being cut off from the photo, from the painting...

No, it's more like being posted with a picture of an open space.

However, seeing this scene, the girl, or Sally Lin's complexion became even more gloomy.

It's gone.

The strange abandoned castle that I saw when the other half of the body came here was gone.

Not sure, maybe I just made a mistake.

Sally, whose hair and pupils turned frost blue, put the suitcase in her left hand on the ground and opened it.

At the moment the wooden suitcase was opened, the sound of the chain's ringing widened, and an illusory eyeball full of blood vessel patterns flew directly, struggling constantly, trying to get out of the shackles of the chain.

Sally Lin stretched out her hand and grabbed a chain.

In the next instant, the illusory eyeball stopped moving and fell into the box, and a pattern appeared on the surface of the box.

A pattern like a map.

After looking at the pattern above and trying to write it down, Sally Lin pushed the chain back to the box and closed the box quickly.

When closing the box, she had just held the left hand of the chain, gradually becoming illusory, and finally disappeared completely.

Seeing this scene, Sally Lin took a deep breath, and the frost-blue blood flowed out of the "intact" section and condensed into the shape of an arm again.

When the skin also grew and recovered at an extremely fast rate, she stood up, lifted the box and headed towards the deeper forest.

Until, she saw the debris of a corpse on the ground.

Scraps of cloth, clothing, bones, flesh and blood...

Also, a small half-broken pure white mask.