The bell rang rapidly, seven short chimes in a row, followed by another seven chimes after a few seconds, three rounds in a row.
Tirian listened outside the window. He heard some voices talking in the corridor and hurried footsteps in the open space outside.
The priests of mid-level and above responded to the bell. They were arranging protection for key locations and preparing for the night watch. The highest-ranking person in the cathedral should have gone to a secret sanctuary by now, ready to participate in the saints' mass.
Tirian was not a member of the church, but he had lived for half a century and was quite familiar with the rules in this regard. He could hear the key information from the frequency and repetition of the bells - this was the bell summoning "listening", an invitation to join the fight directly from the Tomb of the Nameless King, and it sounded like the situation was quite urgent.
"Is there something abnormal or unusual going on? Is there a new discovery...
Lucrecia muttered thoughtfully, "It feels like it hasn't been that long since the last 'summoning'..."
Tirian listened to the noise outside for a while, then retracted his attention and shook his head: "This is the Deep Sea Church's own business. We don't need to get involved."
"Well," Lucrecia nodded slightly, then looked at her brother, "Do you have anything else to ask about Anomaly 023?"
Tirian thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, not anymore—and the Swift Bells will ring in the evening, and the Cathedral will soon be in vigil. It would be best if we did not continue to talk about normalcy."
"Okay, then you continue to do your own thing," Lucrecia said immediately. Then, the crystal ball on the table stopped flickering, and her figure also faded. But just before the connection was completely cut off, she seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Oh, there is one more thing, about my father."
Tirian hesitated. "Go ahead."
Vanna rushed into the cathedral and saw Bishop Cressy still waiting for her in front of the statue of the goddess. She hurried forward and said, "Why is there another call so soon? This has never happened before."
Ruan Peng listened absentmindedly. For some reason, he always felt that this solid and elegant figure seemed to be casting a vague gaze at him, and that kind of gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable, even... relaxed.
Of course, there is no clear "rule" restricting the gravekeepers from choosing the same saint consecutively, but after so many years, the gravekeepers will never choose different saints to enter the mausoleum in two adjacent summonings. It has almost become a customary "rule". Even if the saint who entered the tomb last time comes to participate in the assemblies again this time, it is only to obey orders and ensure the integrity of the "listening" ceremony.
"It's okay. She's used to being late," Cressy said in a relaxed manner. "When she got there, His Holiness the Pope was already there. He might even be the first one to arrive. I guess he might have some special arrangements..."
Vanna was stunned for several seconds, and the gravekeeper patiently stretched out his hand and waited. At this time, the feeling of being watched came again. Vanna subconsciously followed the feeling and looked, only to be met with the deep gaze of Pope Helena.
"Not concentrating enough." Ruan Peng said casually, and then he noticed a striking figure standing at the edge of the square - this figure was solid and clear, completely different from the saints who were in vague shadows around it. It was not difficult to see that it was a beautiful lady in a gorgeous robe.
"I don't know. This time the bell is directly controlled by the Cathedral of Storms, otherwise it wouldn't ring for no reason." Cressy nodded to Vanna, turned around and walked towards the corridor leading to the "Flooded Cave" while speaking slowly, "Maybe it's the same as last time. There was a direct change between it and the anomaly list, and the gravekeeper of the mausoleum issued a call to action."
Vanna's heart tightened, and she looked away guiltily, then she noticed that the gravekeeper was still waiting - this ancient guard who looked extremely scary lowered his head with no emotion, and handed the parchment and quill pen forward a little.
The gravekeeper nodded slightly, straightened up and said:
The entrance door opened, and the extremely tall gravekeeper stepped out.
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"Please write down what you heard."
The gravekeeper lowered his head and stared fiercely at the saint in front of him with his one eye: the door of the secret room was closed.
The scene in the secret room remained the same as before. The simple stone walls were always wet, and an illusory flame was burning in the brazier in the center of the room. The sound of flowing water and overlapping waves filled the surroundings, bringing a strange atmosphere of tranquility.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the stone floor in the center of the square rose rapidly. The broken ground rippled like water. In a moment, an ancient palace built of pale boulders and gloomy in appearance appeared in the sight of the saints.
He allowed his mind to calm down little by little, and gradually synchronized his spirituality with the guidance of the goddess. The leaping flame became an anchor point to stabilize his humanity, gradually filling his field of vision.
He raised his hand, handed over the quill and parchment, and waited for Vanna's reaction.
"Ah, that's nice."
This was a familiar process, but this time, Vanna found it quite difficult.
Wrapped in a shroud, half burned and half in chains, as last seen, this horrible creature of flesh, iron fetters, and the curse of death meandered toward the saints gathered in the square.
Not long after, they arrived at the secret room at the end of the corridor, a water-soaked cave used to build a "psychic channel".
At this moment, Pope Helena suddenly turned her head.
Fanna was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to return the gift, she was interrupted by a sudden low roar.
Ruan Peng followed the old bishop's footsteps. When passing by the statue of the goddess, he stopped as usual and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon bowed devoutly as usual, then turned around and continued to walk towards the entrance of the corridor.
She tried not to imagine the flames suddenly taking on a layer of dark green, and not to imagine that Captain Duncan's eyes might be hidden behind the flames. I turned my head slightly to look at Bishop Cressy next to me, and saw that the old man's eyes had completely calmed down, and his breathing had evened out. It was obvious that he had entered the scene before her.
Vanna asked subconsciously, but she regretted it as soon as she asked it - how could the gravekeeper answer such irrelevant questions
This has never happened in the past thousands of years!
"Did my father look like this when he came to see me that time?"
Ruan Peng was a little surprised. He looked up at the gravekeeper's slightly ferocious face, then reached out to take the parchment and quill pen.
I always feel that... .…this gravekeeper seems to be a lot more polite
The saints who were originally talking in low voices quickly quieted down, and an atmosphere of silence and solemnity enveloped the square. Ruan Peng also quickly gathered his thoughts and did not pay attention to the Pope's gaze. Instead, he stared at the pyramid-shaped main building of this ancient palace and its entrance.
"you again?"
The famous king's tomb appeared.
"He is very confused, his logic is muddy, and even a little..." Tirian hesitated at this point, but finally said it, "I'm not sure, but this is even a little intimate."
Vanna nodded subconsciously, but suddenly she felt something was wrong. The candidate had not been chosen yet.
Of course Vanna recognized this figure.
Vanna had no choice but to look away, take a deep breath, and try to concentrate again, synchronizing her spirituality with the guidance of the goddess.
One of the phantoms quickly came over here. It was Bishop Cressy: "Ruan Peng, are you in trouble? It took you a long time this time."
"You, enter the tomb."
Fortunately, you succeeded this time.
She really looked at Ruan Peng seriously, and then a smile appeared on her face and she nodded slightly.
But then, she heard a hoarse, low voice coming from behind: "Yes, it's him again."
Vanna took a deep breath, stopped in front of the brazier, and lowered her head to stare at the flames that were burning without the need for fuel.
The next moment, he
Without hesitation, he passed every dark shadow in the square and stopped directly in front of Vanna.
"The Pope is here in person?" I was a little surprised. "Ah, I am really... late at the wrong time this time."
Vanna was stunned for a moment—almost all the saints were stunned for a moment.
No one expected that Vanna would be chosen again.
The illusory sea water surged up,
Wrapping her gently in it, her senses were extracted from her mortal body and reassembled in another dimension. Vanna was dazed for a moment, and found herself in this mysterious and ancient temple - what she saw was the familiar boundless square, the dilapidated ancient pillars standing around the square, and the vague human figures gathered between the pillars.
The gravekeeper chose the same saint to enter the mausoleum twice in a row!
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