Not only did Vanna vaguely feel something was wrong, but the saints nearby also felt something was wrong. These hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient being wrapped in a shroud with a hideous and terrifying appearance. In their impressions and in the records of church scriptures, all descriptions of this "gravekeeper" were accompanied by words such as "cold, responsible, and indifferent" -
There was no record that he would say "please" to the chosen listener! However, Vanna did not have time to think about it. She noticed that the gravekeeper was still waiting for her patiently, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded: "Okay."
The gravekeeper turned around and led Vanna towards the magnificent ancient mausoleum palace, leaving the saints in the square to watch the two figures walking away.
The heavy door of the mausoleum closed behind her, as if blocking out the sounds of the entire world. Standing in the cold and silent corridor, Vanna's heart gradually calmed down.
This was her second time entering the mausoleum. Compared to the first time when she felt a little nervous and uneasy, she was now somewhat accustomed to it.
She knew that she would go straight forward, through the passage with many messages from her predecessors, into the deepest chamber, to see the body of the nameless king. Then, she would forget what she had seen and heard, and be sent out of the mausoleum - and on the parchment in her hand, there would be notes written by her own hand.
Those secrets that could not be taken out of the tomb would be torn away, those that could be revealed to the world would be left behind, and the pollution she herself suffered in the process of listening to knowledge would be safely left in the tomb with her own "forgetfulness".
Vanna calmed herself down and walked forward. A slightly light footstep followed her.
The young inquisitor stopped in surprise and looked back at the gravekeeper following him.
The gravekeeper just stared at the "visitor" in front of him quietly, with no emotion visible in his one eye. After a few seconds, he nodded and slowly walked in: "Okay, please walk straight ahead, I will take you out after this."
Yan Feng and Plande immediately bowed and saluted: "Your Holiness the Pope."
Fanna's eyes swept over the unfamiliar handwriting - Fanna then reacted and hurriedly picked up the parchment in her hand - as expected, there was still not much parchment this time, but compared to the last time when there was only a small piece of paper left, the situation was much better.
"Vision-Helena."
... ..Why is that cold and arrogant ancient guard so polite today... ..
She walked towards the chair and sat down carefully, then raised her head and looked at the headless corpse on the throne.
That made Vanna feel a little helpless - compared to Bishop Pland, she was still too young.
"It's just that... without a number, it's a bit too 'unique'."
At this moment, the occasionally serious and self-disciplined Miss Judge suddenly had a somewhat outrageous thought in her mind - next time I come, there won’t be more fruit plates in that place...
"Perhaps it's not a wrong intuitive message, but the key part was torn off," another saint muttered, "Compared to that, the content of the last sentence is..."
Yan Feng was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party even used the word "you" at the end.
One of the saint phantoms had a familiar aura of Plande. He came to Vanna and said hurriedly, "Hurry and take a look at what is written on the parchment."
"No need to be so polite," Pope Valentine, the ruler of the Deep Sea Church and the Storm Goddess's representative on earth, looked at Vanna and then at the parchment. "Can't we let him see it?"
Vanna's eyes were also fixed on the last sentence under the note. Among the eight sentences, only that one sentence completely attracted her attention. She naturally thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the ghost flames that finally swept across the entire city-state - but then she noticed another thing.
As she spoke, she paused for a moment before her expression gradually became serious.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of all the complicated thoughts, worrying that this was the ancient vision's intention on her.
With some kind of mental disturbance, she concentrated on what she should do, and finally walked through the long corridor and entered the tomb chamber in the deepest part of the palace.
"No number..." he whispered in surprise, then looked up at Pland and repeated, "No number?!"
At that moment, she didn't even know what she should be surprised about first - surprised that Helena was identified as a "vision", or surprised that the vision did not have a number!
There are problems with the contents of the parchment, big problems - however, the listener will not remember his experience in the central tomb, and the words on the note are not all the information. Vision 004 will not answer any unnecessary questions. The only thing that can be guaranteed is the correctness and authenticity of the information on the note.
"The day of sailing. Yan Feng's eyelids twitched.
"The shadows of the dark abyss...
The day of setting sail... "Some saints could not help but mutter to themselves, and looked at their compatriots in confusion, "In the past, the information conveyed in the tombs was relatively correct and intuitive, and there were rarely those obscure metaphors..."
But Vanna did not lose her composure. She always kept in mind that she was in an ancient vision that ranked extremely high. Every detail of her assistant's work was related to her life. Therefore, she was extremely cautious and did not dare to rashly accept the gravekeeper's "extra service": "She wants... I know how to go."
Vanna was still a little dazed, while the saints waiting in the square slowly dispersed.
Valentine's smile became more obvious, and then he handed the parchment back to Vanna, saying casually: "I haven't read the entire report you submitted on the historical pollution incident of Helena - including the part about the Lost Homeland. Frankly speaking, after experiencing such a huge change, it is not surprising that the city-state of Helena has become a place similar to 'Anomaly' -
Although the birth process of this anomaly is very special, "very special" is not a normal or anomaly characteristic.
The sense of incongruity came over him again. Although Yan Feng had only entered the mausoleum once and was familiar with all the details related to "Vision 004", he instinctively felt that something was not right with the gravekeeper's performance...there was a big gap from the records.
"The shadows from the dark abyss have stopped rising.
The saints were in a state of agitation. Even though they were all high-ranking clergy from various church regions and possessed strong wills and great strength, they were still confused and bewildered. Low and uneasy discussions could be heard all around them, and some relatively familiar saints came up to Vanna and Plande, asking them about Helena's recent situation.
"Of course," Vanna quickly handed over the parchment, "Here you go."
The parchment was only torn in half, with blurry writing on the remaining half.
Yan Fenglin took the parchment and scanned the words on it. Then she raised her head and looked at Fanna with a faint smile: "The handwriting is very beautiful - much better than the handwriting in your report."
The saints looked at each other. The shadow of Bishop Pland raised his head and looked at Yan Feng in astonishment, as if he instinctively wanted to ask something but didn't know how to ask.
Vanna's tone was a little strange: "... ..I always accidentally break it, and I'm not used to it."
"I understand. The first time I wrote such a long report, I almost wanted to eat my pen," Valentine said with a smile. "So the typewriter is a good invention. Why not use it?"
The gravekeeper lowered his eyes, and the single eye in the shroud was filled with clear eyes. A hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, just escort - do you need an escort?"
The next second, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing on a vast and magnificent stone square. The chaotic sky enveloped her vision. Mysterious lights rose from the tops of the pillars in the distance, and a roar came from behind her - Vision 004 slowly sank and returned to the ground.
"Is there anything else?" Vanna couldn't help but speak, her words were chosen carefully and she was on high alert.
Yan Feng was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the Pope to suddenly mention this. Then she was a little embarrassed: "This report... she wrote it in a hurry.
The situation in the city-state was somewhat chaotic at that time..."
Fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a short time, and the saints gathered in the square suddenly quieted down. Vanna raised her head and saw the hazy shadows moving to both sides at the same time, and an elegant lady in a luxurious priest robe was walking towards her and Bishop Yan Fenglin.
In the tomb, the mysterious headless corpse was still sitting on the tall throne, pale braziers were burning on both sides, and opposite the king's body, there was a chair that was obviously newly moved in.
Under normal circumstances, wouldn't the gravekeeper just leave on his own after the listener entered the tomb
The gravekeeper disappeared into the corridor.
"Vision, Helena." Someone said softly.