At first, no one took her words seriously. The night elf stood up, but both Omer and Slug frowned, as if she was talking nonsense. what's the situation? Don't these people have ears?
Finally, Detective Agatha said: "I guess to the great astrologer, mere assassins are not much of a danger." A look of interest appeared on her face. "Did you catch him?"
Could it be that I didn't make it clear? The little lion really wanted to give her an arrow: "I'm serious! York is injured. Helen can't find the enemy." To be honest, their reactions are not incomprehensible...Roma never thought that she would do it in front of Kong Jing. This happens. "Can't you hear the sound?"
"No sound," Dalton replied. His words don't seem to be false. But how is this possible? Fortunately, he had drawn his rapier and was on guard. "Where are they?"
"Helen's room. Follow me."
Finding Dalton put her mind at ease. If he disappears suddenly, I don't know what I will do! Roma felt that she had seen the cruelty of the battlefield, but she was behaving like a rookie at the moment. She finally understood that some things couldn't be generalized.
Everything happened without warning. Apart from the time he escaped from the tower, Roma had never seen an attack. Chloe's astrologers make thousands of predictions every day. They peer into the future, search for the past, and rely on the trajectory of the stars to predict good and bad luck. A large amount of information is gathered in the astronomy room, and a dedicated person is responsible for sorting out clues from it. The Witch of Destiny brought us to Huoklin suddenly, but before leaving, she must have inquired about the next development. I would do the same thing if it were me.
But she was completely unprepared.
It was already noon when we arrived at the hotel where we rested. The garrison diligently arranged the chores and then took his leave. Roma plans to continue her career search and goes out to catch the two guys who are traveling with her. York is caught by her, but Dalton escapes quickly.
"You can't be so domineering." Helen scolded. But Roma knew she wasn't really angry. "They have their own things to do, unlike you."
"I'm just busy." York and Dalton were just vacationing in the tower. "By the time I find Yaskawa, it will be too late to review my professional knowledge."
"Is your mentor hiding in the bookcase? What a fool!" The witch sighed: "Well, if you can bring me the olives from Kongdao for dinner, I will tell you the whereabouts of Anchuan."
It seemed lunch wasn't to her liking. Food is not hard to find, but Roma wants to get more in exchange: "That's it?"
"Don't bargain, kid."
"I'm not here for the olives," Roma pointed out, "I'm here to keep you company."
The Lord Prophet handed over Huoklin's affairs to Helen, which meant that she had to leave the headquarters. The little lion volunteered, hoping to go with her to completely end the confinement period - although Roma did not follow the rules, he always had to avoid Larson in the tower.
Not to mention Dean Rubin, a guy who didn't appear in many games but came back to hit home. Our Lord Blue Messenger regards the rigid regulations as an oracle. As soon as he sees Roma in the corridor, he will immediately notify the guards to lock her in the room. She just had enough of this guy.
Helen quickly agreed to her request. While Larson was busy at work, she was often lonely, and the recent turmoil in the occult realm had made her even more distressed. Roma hoped that walking with her would help.
They all know this. The Witch of Destiny looked at her for a long time, and finally gave in. "Okay, including the knowledge of Windrunner. I'll tell you along."
The deadline they agreed on was dinner time. If Helen knew that the assassin was coming, she would never let us come to her. The little lion didn't realize this until he was on his way to find the rescuers.
When they arrived at the scene, they found that the doors and windows were wide open, and the invisible air flow was tearing the tapestry. Several picture frames were buckled against the wall, and candlesticks fell to the ground, covered with cracks. Roma saw a high-backed chair thrust into the mattress, causing the quilt to vomit cotton and down.
Other than that, no one seemed to be in the room. The walls seemed to have been cut by saw teeth and were covered with scratches.
This scene was very different from the situation before Roma left. "Helen?" Her heart went cold for a moment, and her mind went blank.
No one responded. She heard Dalton hiss, and was immediately dragged out of the room by him. Detective Agatha was so vigilant that she didn't even enter the door.
"Witchcraft." Zhuoer told her, "It's Sir Helen, she is looking for something."
Roma was a little relieved: "I can't see her."
"She is hiding." The cursed sword pointed at the picture frame, and the little lion found that it was actually vibrating. "Some witchcraft does not distinguish between friend and foe, and even the caster may be accidentally injured," he explained.
"How do you find something here?"
"The enemy's safety is not within our scope of consideration." The detective lady replied.
Roma had rarely seen Helen use witchcraft. In the tower, everything is done for the great astrologer. Most of the work that requires her is to complete predictions in the astronomical room. This is the first time I've seen her do it.
The frame shook violently and turned over. They saw a picture: a red-haired girl kneeling on the steps, holding a burning candle in her palm.
But this scene only existed for a moment. The flame of the candle suddenly expanded and flew out of the paper, turning into an orange-red halo. It’s not a witch hiding inside.
"York!" the little lion exclaimed in surprise, "Are you okay?" While escaping downstairs, she saw Sita York being hit by a shadow.
The orange light group tried its best to shrink into a human shape. "It's Sir Helen." Sita fell to the ground and looked at her hands. "I was shattered...but she quickly put me back together. The Harp Witch can manipulate the elements at will? Oh my God, it's incredible!"
"Harp witchcraft is the nemesis of the elementalists." Dalton told him, "In the battle of Iron Dragon Port, Sir Helen alone held back the Lord of the Flame Moon of the Misty Star Society. That guy is your fallen kinsman. .”
"Fortunately, we are in the same team." Having just experienced a life and death crisis, Sita was not panicked at all. "Where is she? I want to thank her for saving my life."
Zhuoer was startled: "You don't know?" He poked the frame carefully. The witchcraft was obviously over, and they stepped into the door one after another, searching for clues.
York stood there, seemingly still remembering. He frowned as he thought, "Oh. She stuffed me in there. God knows how she did it...but I'm the only one in there."
"Could it be another portrait?"
"I remember there was a wilderness painting." York, the orange-faced man, touched his chin, "The scenery inside is pretty good."
"Which one?" After searching, I found that all the portraits in the room were upside down.
"It can't be that," Agatha interrupted. "You mean the background painting in the hall, Mr. York? There's only one painting in the house that relates to the fields."
"Oh. Maybe I remembered it wrong. Maybe Helen doesn't like the wilderness scenery. In short, it is unlikely that she is in the painting." York shrugged, "You have a really good memory, are all detectives like this?"
"It's Agatha Poirot."
"Then you remember the restaurant..."
The little lion really wanted to scream. She had never found Sita's nonsense so full and boring. "Where did Helen go? Are there any enemies?" Sita closed her mouth. "You idiot! Didn't you see anything?"
York continued to rub his chin without saying a word. His expression showed some frustration. Zhuoer frowned and looked at the window: "There are no mysterious marks on the glass. I guess that Helen didn't take protective measures."
"This is Huokorin, not the Black City! Besides, the great astrologer will definitely predict the itinerary in advance."
"That means there can't be any problems?"
If it were any other mysterious person, as long as they were not born in a high tower, most of them would hesitate at this moment, but the little lion Roma is very sure of this.
"It's absolutely impossible." She told them, "People's understanding of prophecies only stays on the surface, but in fact, the power of astrologers is far more exaggerated than the limit of imagination... Let's put it this way, if Helen is willing, she can see your descendants."
"First of all," Sita muttered, "you're pretty sure I'm not married, let alone progeny. Aren't you?"
I don't care about your descendants! "Yes. The extension of your future is all under the prying eyes of astrologers."
Agatha also agreed: "I have seen mysterious creatures use astrology to commit crimes. When he kills, he only needs to know the target, no communication, no contact, completely traceless. And he never misses."
"How is it done? Magic that creates hallucinations?" Sita was quite interested.
"No contact." Miss Detective emphasized, "Including mysterious contact, otherwise we would have found traces on the body long ago. He just led the target into a trap-a death trap woven by daily accidents." She gestured at the window. "The flowerpot can kill pedestrians, right? But if you don't touch it, only the gods know when it will fall."
"However, once someone has a foreknowledge of the gods' plan, he can use it to plot a targeted murder."
"What a criminal genius," Sita said. He asked again: "Then how did you catch him?"
"After confirming that there was no mysterious interference, we reported it to the astrologer of the Affairs Department." Agatha smiled, "We relied on the overwhelming mystery to directly find the murderer."
The orange-faced man is stuck. Such a crude method undoubtedly dispelled all his expectations for the "Detective". "Efficient," he said dryly. "Efficient and concise."
Roma was thinking about business. No wonder Nightingales regard astrologers as their number one enemies, she thought to herself. Mysterious fulcrums composed of astrologers such as the Tower are even more of a thorn in the side of mysterious criminals - even the astrologers themselves cannot escape prying eyes.
After all, mortals have no secrets in front of tower members. Whether they can escape or not depends entirely on the other person's mood at the time. This experience is truly indescribable. Fortunately, I have lived in Chloe for decades and have long been used to having no secrets.
But thinking about it this way, it seems impossible to ambush the great astrologer during the planned trip.
"Is it possible," Zhuoer asked, "that you were not attacked?"
She hadn't thought about it. "What's the meaning?"
"There is a possibility - when magic is concentrated in a limited space at a high density, forming an unstable tidal area, an occasional orderly ups and downs suddenly appear." Dalton's finger brushed a scratch on the window sill, " Make magic create mysterious phenomena.”
He shrugged. "For you, this is a rare situation. But in my hometown, encountering mysterious places is the most common thing."
"Why?"
"The borders of order will be eroded, Roma. There is no sun in the underground world, and there is no basis for a stable natural environment. Only the legacy of the gods can protect us from being lost in chaos."
The legacy of the gods. Roma thought. I'm not going to say I don't know this stuff. The "Bible" triggered wars twice. A total of two mystics from the Sky Realm, hundreds of clergy, thousands of soldiers participating in the war and countless mortals died for it, which affected three mysterious fulcrums.
Even now, the people of Order still have to rely on it to survive. She knew that "Legacy" may not be the Bible, but it was also the legacy left by the gods to mortals in Knox, just like the lingering fog of the Glimmer Forest.
"Hoklin is far away from Binya'io." York disagreed, "But it's not far enough to exceed the distance between the underground world and Binya'io. Chloe's order is undoubtedly very stable, and mysteries will not be born out of thin air. place."
"That's right." The detective lady also agreed. She scanned the room thoughtfully: "Anyway, there is no basis for the sudden emergence of a mysterious place... There is absolutely no basis for it. The mysterious field is indeed not peaceful recently, but order is the cornerstone of the mysterious fulcrum and is not so easily affected."
"But the key is, we didn't hear anything." Dalton gave the reason. "Even the noise you made when you came downstairs, Roma, was nothing. I thought Lord Helen was still resting."
Do I hear my own footsteps? Roma doesn't remember it at all. She was terribly panicked at the time...but Agatha agreed with him. I'm afraid that's the truth.
"Since no one has seen the shadow of the enemy, and Sir Helen is a great astrologer, obviously the hypothesis of an attack is not valid." Zhuoer continued his analysis.
Sita did not refute, but judging from his expression, he did not agree with Dalton's speculation. Roma witnessed him being struck by a shadow. In just an instant, the orange-faced man's body could no longer maintain his strength. He decomposed in the air and turned into a high-density light element invisible to the naked eye.
She didn't know if elemental beings could feel pain, but there was no doubt that he didn't want to be like that at the time.
Now it seems that some factors interfered with his personal wishes, and Helen removed this interference. To be honest, she almost thought he was dead! The enemy won't wait for you to be ready...
"No." Miss Detective said, "We can't be so arbitrary."
Her eyes fell on the picture frame, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the tassels of the curtain. Surprisingly, her thinking didn't slow her down.
"Anything is possible. Suppose someone intends to attack a great astrologer, or she is on a prepared schedule, then everything - her prophetic power, surroundings, noise of actions - will be carried out by him Issues that planning must consider.”
The detective looked up. "Let's also assume that he thinks of a solution." She looked at the three young people: "Then success may not be just a hypothesis."
Roma flicked her tail. "You have a point. So he really succeeded?"
"I'm not sure yet," the detective said. "I'm not a great astrologer, so I don't understand her methods."
"York and I were both present at the time! Since Nightingale had planned everything carefully, why did he have to choose this time?"
"Perhaps we have something to do with this? Unintentionally acting as his disguise?" York guessed.
The detective raised his eyebrows but said nothing. This is just assumption, not reasoning, and there is no need to tinker with it. She knew this very well.
"That's not what I meant, York. Ask your partner, okay? He does the nightingale's job."
The drow didn't look at them. "When you are sure. Well, since you are all here, I don't think he is stupid enough to take action unless..."
...The enemy is sure to catch us all in one fell swoop. Roma thought. Solve a great astrologer, a high-level elemental being, and a mysterious creature who changed jobs at the same time. Of course, maybe York and I just bumped into each other.
At any rate, it doesn't sound like it would be any more difficult than dodging Helen's premonitions. "It is true that the nightingale's magic blocks sound," she told them. During their journey to Silverdome City, Roma and Uriel had seen similar magic.
"The enemy is a Sky Realm Nightingale who is proficient in silent assassination." Agatha concluded.
"Helen is just missing."
"It's more likely that we just couldn't find her," York said. "She hid herself."
The night elf frowned and looked at them. He kept his weapon in hand and remained alert to his surroundings. If any of us could come closest to thinking like our enemy, Roma thought, it was him.
"Normally, we should turn to the detection station for help." He said slowly, "But Huoklin's situation is very special. If you ask me, the local detection station cannot be trusted. It is either a colleague with a nightingale inside. Either the party’s own capabilities are in doubt.”
"There is a class of people who create situations like this."
"The Nameless One," York spat out the word.
Roma's stomach twitched strangely. For a moment, she seemed to be back at sea. There was a fishy smell in the wind, and the soles of her feet kept shaking. She thought of cramped cabins crowded with haggard people, and of buckets of kippers beside the kitchen utensils. Vampires armed with poisonous blades patrolled the deck, sailing the sailboat to the island at the end of order to welcome the end of the tribe.
I thought I forgot. After returning to the tower, she never asked about the vampire's whereabouts. They should be dead, what else?
Next came the turn of secret societies.
The Nameless One did not make a good impression on Roma. She was educated in the mysterious realm and knew that they were born enemies of order, hiding among mortals. When people fight with each other, unknown societies will turn from covert to overt, intensifying disputes for nefarious gains. Their ultimate goal is to drag Knox into the abyss so that Wintherspoon's legions of Hell can rule the world.
Roma had never been in contact with the friendly Nameless Ones, and it seemed foolish to worry about them. Maybe I just pity the loss of life. After all, she was a devotee of Heather, the goddess of life.
"The nameless ones with high levels can challenge the Sky Realm." The night elves pointed out, "The special magic they possess can fool anyone who encounters them for the first time. York, you are an elemental life, and sometimes you are easier to control than mortals."
Sita nodded.
"Needless to say, the detection station." Miss Detective also spoke up, "There have been mistakes there. Our opponents knew its importance very well, so they concealed their whereabouts in advance. Who else is better at hiding than the members of the association? "
"What about precognition? How did he escape astrology?"
No one can answer.
They all know that silence is not the answer to all problems. "It seems," Roma said, "we are facing an invisible threat."
