In the morning, four o'clock.

Yag, no, Yat.

Arthur, who came to consciousness and occupied Yag's body, walked out of the dilapidated rental house.

This body has become his clone.

He raised his head and Yat turned his gaze into the foggy sky.

There is exactly the location of the spider web plane, and his body is disguised as the magic eye of the weaver of the fate.

This body should be called...the walking body of the weaver of destiny?

After complaining about the fancy name God who believed in the path of the fancy name for himself, Yat walked towards Central Park

He wants to... join the Temple in the Mist.

If he can join the Temple in the Mist or even become a high-level leader, then he can spend less effort when dealing with the controller behind the Temple in the Mist.

After tidying up his gray-black suit and pressing his hat that he hadn't worn for a long time on his head, Yat moved south at the intersection near his doorstep.

During this period, he did not use any extraordinary abilities, or, in the eyes of the monitor, he did not use any abilities.

In the early morning, in the fog filled with heavy fog, it is difficult for normal people to see anything under such circumstances.

If it weren't for the dim light emitted by the rough gray and black lamp posts on the street, they might not even be able to see the road.

And in such a heavy fog, a woman hung from afar behind Yat.

Drolis Eisenhower.

Yag's former senior sister told him yesterday that the woman who went to the clock tower in front of Central Park at four in the morning.

Whether you are qualified to become a Knight in the Mist will be judged by the Temple in the Mist to see if the tester can pass the test.

The knights in the fog will also conduct various tests on the testers.

Are they spies from the dark forces, whether they are hostile to the Temple in the Mist, etc.

As the leader of "Yage", she came to test herself and also protected her.

Yag's abilities are so unique and important.

Looking at Yag, who was moving towards Central Park, stopping and stopping, Drolis slowly felt relieved.

During yesterday's discussion, they discussed whether there were spies in their team, who were spies, and whether there were any members of the ordinary friends who came to the Rodman Western Museum who had the possibility of dark forces.

Yag is also suspected.

And since yesterday, she began to take turns protecting and monitoring Yagge with Kaurank.

The other party did not act any abnormally, just like an ordinary detective after being exposed to extraordinary power, gradually turning into calmness in excitement, and then doubt

I feel suspicious of what I have experienced and think that I am just dreaming.

“It’s hard to believe indeed.”

Drolis looked at Yag's back and chuckled, remembering the yawning look when the junior brother went out just now, complaining about why he believed such unscientific things. He woke up early in the morning and wanted to return but hesitated to trigger it, which made her laugh.

However, his behavior also dispelled most of his suspicions.

When she moved and followed Yat quietly after the building, a purple spider with a huge one-eyed head was also watching her silently.

“It’s really slow.”

Yat observed Dloris' every move through the spell creature he created, pressed his top hat and showed a smile.

Then he turned his gaze around.

Although it was only four in the morning, some people had already started working

The carriage walks along the road with the first public bus in the morning.

When he came to this world, he realized that this world was very similar to the Victorian Britain.

In modern cities, there are still roads paved with wooden steep houses and small stones, and are also full of classical style.

But various imaginative means of transportation have emerged, including planes, cars, trains, ships, submarines, airships, etc.

In other words, it is like a steampunk style, a patchwork classical nostalgic aesthetic.

Thick fog, carriage, hazy lights and detectives.

Huge machinery, gears, pistons.

Industry, coal, oil, wind, electricity.

Lady, lace, strap, dress and wide-brimmed hat.

Gentleman, tuxedo, top hat, crutch and pocket watch.

Civilization, darkness, criminals, blood, elegance and luxury.

There are both advanced and backward people who are riding in cars, while others are riding in carriages. The rough style of large-scale machinery leads to the past and the future.

Magic and science coexist. The firearms, gunpowder and machinery on the technology side, the church on the mysterious side, the darkness, death.

Yat likes it very much and enjoys this atmosphere quite well.

And his body happens to be a detective

Thick fog and carriage, deer hunting cap and lace skirt, shrewd detectives and crafty serial murderers.

The backward criminal investigation methods and mysterious criminal methods made the waste-like fog police run away, and the criminals standing in the winding blood began a feast of carnival.

In the turbid air, under the dim light and shadow cast by the fuel lamp, the gentleman sitting on the bench covered his sharp eyes with newspapers and tried hard to find clues.

In the dark alley wet with drizzle, at the crime scene caused by Frankenstein and werewolf, crows and rats were eating the blood of humans.

The forces of darkness raged, and the knights in the fog followed medieval beliefs to fight against darkness under the organization of the church.

How wonderful it is civilization and barbarism.

As he thought about it, Yat had already begun to think about transforming the decoration of the Night Crow World into such a style.

But all these are just thinking. The reality is that after walking for more than twenty minutes, he has arrived at the clock tower in front of Central Park.

This park is located in the fog city, not in the suburbs or further away. Before the not-so-large park, a medieval Gothic sharp-angled bell tower stands, nearly a hundred meters high and about ten meters in diameter, two clock faces one high and one low, and a slightly smaller astronomical clock that can both display the astronomical phenomena and time count are hung above.

The tower has a silhouette similar to the medieval small door leading to the closed inner city, like a prison door.

It's like a mixture of Elizabeth Tower and the Bern clock tower in Switzerland.

Yat looked around and could indeed see traces of the ruined ancient city. Some of the bases of the statues were made, some became platforms, and some became the bases of the sidewalk.

And...... He felt a strange fluctuation, just like he felt when building a spiritual plane. The surrounding environment did not change, but a spiritual force was trying to pull him into this spiritual plane.

"So that's it. Are all the temples in the fog a spiritual plane?"

He chuckled in his heart. As a master of the mind, he completely hid part of his thoughts, put the pretense of his mind after he had already prepared it, and let this force pull his mind into the spiritual plane.

Then, the scenery in front of him slowly changed. The huge bell tower still existed, but it had become part of a temple shrouded in fog.

He exuded his emotions of "surprise", "surprise", "amazing", and "unbelievable" and then came to the front of the bell tower.

Before this deep mist, several people were standing in front of the bell tower

Kaurank, Rodman, Amanthra, and two others.

At this moment, Drolis's voice came from behind him as expected:

"Welcome to the Temple in the Mist."
Chapter completed!