Carrying the black box on his back, Lorenzo slowly returned home after sunset. Mist rose on the road, and colorful lights shone through the dense water droplets, reflecting a light that was so psychedelic that it made people lose their minds.
After briefly greeting Mrs. Van Luder, Lorenzo returned to his room and locked the door.
Lorenzo took out the only information he obtained in the underground palace that night, a bill. One of the main reasons why Lorenzo saved Eve was this bill. It left the underground palace with Eve and the boat, so it was well preserved and the handwriting was clearly visible.
Human memory is unreliable. No matter how hard you try to remember something, you may forget it in the end, and you may not even realize that you have forgotten it.
So no matter what kind of organization it is, it needs a bill, a bill that records the expenses in detail, even Saab's gang.
I slid my fingers across the account book, flipping through it back and forth. The records on it were very messy, and it seemed that the person in charge of the accounts was not very professional. All the expenses were written together in a mess with no pattern. Some transactions that might be more important were represented by strange symbols.
Lorenzo looked for a long time but couldn't find any clues. After thinking for a while, he calmly took out a cigarette rolled with mandrake grass. He thought that the strange clairvoyance might be able to help him, but Lorenzo was also hesitant. His connection with darkness had undoubtedly deepened a lot. Now if he consumed this herb again, he didn't know what would happen.
But... who cares? It's just a cigarette when you're undecided.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo lit a fire and opened the box he brought back from the cemetery. There were more things inside than he had imagined, including swords and many bottles and jars.
He picked up the reassuring blade, which felt like holding icy frost, took a deep breath, inhaled the medium's herbs into his lungs, stared at the bill, and then the whole world fell into darkness.
The familiar sound of the tide rang out again, the humid wind carried the smell of the ocean, and the raging waves hit the shore, crashing into the rocks and shattering into a white piece.
Lorenzo lowered his head, his expression unusually solemn.
Underfoot was soft earth, with withered grass dying on it.
The environment was so clear and real that if Lorenzo had not been conscious, he would have thought that he had come to this unknown place in person.
The upside is that he can see more clues through his clairvoyance, but the downside is that his connection with darkness is deeper.
A faint green light lit up not far in front of him, like a burning green sun, or as if some kind of giant eye was staring at the world.
Looking up, that was the lighthouse that Lorenzo kept seeing. Now it was right in front of him. The damp entity was covered with moss and vines, and the top of the tower emitted an ominous light. If nothing unexpected happened, the mysterious sacred coffin should be stored in it.
This is where it all started.
Lorenzo calmed down after a brief surprise. He needed more clues. There were coasts everywhere in Inglvig, and there were at least hundreds of such lighthouses. He had to find features that could distinguish them.
But just as he looked around, a hoarse voice rang out, and a dark shadow enveloped him. The monster had its back to the green light, and warm air like a giant bear gushed out of its bloody mouth.