Lord of the Silver Crow

When the man was covered with mud and rocks and rushed into the house, only the woman in the red dress was lying on the ground.

In front of her, there is a mirror standing upright.

Seeing the mirror, the man was startled, and immediately took a few steps, half of his body sank to the ground, and at the same time he flicked his right arm.

Click!

The mirror was directly smashed by what he threw out, and the mud and rocks poured out, directly wrapping the fragments of the mirror.

The fragments had not yet landed, and the man's body had already dived for most of it. However, when he fell on the mudstone that covered his body, his movements stagnated and he did not continue to sink in, but crawled out again.

The eyes made of mud and stone turned slightly, and when the sand fell, he scanned the woman in the red dress on the ground.

Without stopping, he raised his arm, and the mud and rocks poured out from the ground, directly crushing the body of the woman in the red dress.

Snapped!

Flesh splattered.

The walls, ceilings, floors, and surrounding furniture and decorations were splattered with blood red.

Looking at the pool of red and white flesh and blood on the ground, the man's brows that were stacked with mud and rocks frowned.

"Damn it!"

Gritting his teeth, the man turned and left.

......

The material world, the Temon Lake.

On this steel passenger ship leaving Congobert Harbor, in the first-class room on the far left, a gorgeously dressed lady is smearing her face in front of the mirror placed on the table. White cosmetic paint.

On that face with morbid beauty, freckles disappeared piece by piece.

However, just as she turned to apply eye shadow, on the mirror in front of her eyes, on the side of her face, a fuzzy face appeared.

That is a mask, a smiley mask.

"what--"

As soon as the frightened lady yelled, her voice stopped abruptly, and then she began to put on makeup again, as if nothing happened just now.

"Mrs. Plitt! Mrs. Plitt!"

It seemed that because of her cry, there was a knock on the door.

Indifferently, the lady put down her cosmetics, stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

In the misty seascape, a waiter dressed as a maid appeared in front of her with worry.

"What's the matter?" The lady's face was surprised.

"I heard the voice just now..." The waitress was also a little confused, "It's not Mrs. Pritt, you..."

"I didn't hear a sound." The lady lifted her neck slightly, showing compassion on her pathologically beautiful face, "Poor girl, you are hysterical, you'd better see a doctor."

Hearing that, the waitress's face also turned pale, with a hint of blushing inexplicably: "Hysteria?"

"Yes, get treatment early, poor girl."

After all, the lady closed the door, and the waitress turned away a little desperately, muttering to herself:

"How much does it cost..."

The lady who returned to the room walked to the bed, opened the suitcase beside the bed, and found out a book.

"The Falling Angel Hambah"

Squinting her eyes slightly, the lady picked up the book and a box in the suitcase and walked to the dressing table.

However, at this moment, she moved for a while and silently closed the box that had just been opened.

At the same time she closed the box, three consecutive knocks sounded.

She stood up, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and came to the door again.

As she opened the door, a man in a black double-breasted gown with his collar raised high smiled at her:

"Dear Greena, I'm here at the appointed time, I'm so sad, you are going back to Pulit's side, I am beautiful..."

The moment he saw her, the man uttered sweet words, and his gray-blue eyes showed a real sadness.

The corners of the lady's mouth twitched slightly, and she took the initiative to stretch out her hand and dragged the man into the room.

In the mood that the man turned from doubt to pride, the lady came to the mirror of the dressing table and smiled at him.

Almost instantaneously, the lady's eyes became in a trance, and she fell to the ground, while the man's gray-blue eyes changed in the next instant.

The handsome, only slightly thin man glanced at the comatose lady on the floor, picked up her body, and put her on the bed.

This is not a prelude to a rotten song. The man put the quilt on the woman's body, and then he leisurely picked up the storybook on the table.

Raising his hand lightly, the man with completely different eyes struck the mirror.

In the next instant, the diffuse mist squirmed, and the inverted crying face mask appeared on the man's hand and put it on his face as he moved.

However, above the mirror surface, the crying face mask that was originally turned upside down reflects a normal smiling face up and down.

And, around the body of the man in the mirror, a layer of shimmer was cast.

Rubbing his fingers, the scene in the mirror disappeared suddenly.

And the figure of the man disappeared from the room, leaving only an unopened book.

.......

The world of "Song of the Crow", Arabella.

Yago, who was distracted to maintain the image of a passerby that can be seen everywhere, stood cautiously in the crowd.

In his vision, everything presents a phantom-like scenery.

In front of him, in a small square that is not common in the southern urban agglomeration, a drama that made many residents and workers cheered is being staged.

In this era when there are not many ways of entertainment, the performances of troupe are welcome to the average person, even the residents of the most developed Arabella area.

On the makeshift stage, a group of actors wearing mercenary costumes are staying in groups on one side, while on the other side, it seems to highlight the difference between the other side. The young man in the costume of the bard stands. On the other side.

In an exaggerated, undulating tone, the bard told aloud that disaster is coming.

The harp, which was symbolically plucked, was held in his arms.

In Yago’s vision, the bard on the stage was also a phantom mist, nothing special.

There is no magic show or something.

Yago sighed disappointedly.

He thought there should be magic performances in the theater, just like the circus.

In the end, it didn't, just acting in a drama.

"What kind of potion is there in this "Song of Crow" story?"

Yago whispered, turning to leave.

The potions in the story can be taken as a means to step into or promote the sequence, but it should also be used to create mysterious things.

According to the memory fragments of the Erdans, the source of the sequence is "mysterious."

The file of the "victim's notes" that I have seen before also has a "mystery level" mark on it.

Captain Friesen also tried to use potions to create mysterious objects.