Night Raven Master

Chapter 439 Temple in the Mist
In the morning, at four o'clock.

Yag, no, Art.

Consciousness descended, and Art, who occupied Yag's body, walked out of the dilapidated rental house.

This body has already become his clone.

Raising his head, Art turned his gaze to the foggy sky.

There, it is where the spider web plane is located, where his body is - the magic eye disguised as the Weaver of Fate.

Should this body be called the walking body of the Destiny Weaver?

After jokingly complaining about the fancy name given to his avatar by the gods who believe in the path, Art walked in the direction of Central Park——

He's going to join the Temple of the Mist.

If he can join the temple in the fog, and even become a high-level person, then he can spend less effort in dealing with the masters behind the temple in the fog.

After straightening his gray and black suit and pressing the top hat he hadn't worn for a long time on his head, Art headed southward at the intersection near the door of his house.

During this period, he didn't use any extraordinary abilities—or, in the view of the watchers, he didn't use any abilities.

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

If it weren't for the dim yellow light emitted by the rough gray and black lampposts on the street, even the road might not be visible.

And in such a thick fog, a woman hangs far behind Yate.

Dolores Eisenhower.

Yager's former senior sister, told him yesterday that she would go to the woman at the clock tower in front of Central Park at four o'clock in the morning.

Whether one is eligible to become a knight in the fog will be judged by the temple in the fog to see if the tester can pass the test.

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

Is it a spy of the dark forces, is it hostile to the temple in the fog, and so on.

As the leader of "Yag", she personally came to test and protect at the same time.

Yager's ability is too unique and too important.

Seeing Yag who was moving towards Central Park stop and go all the way, Dolores slowly felt relieved.

During yesterday's discussion, they discussed whether there were any spies in their team, who the spies were, and whether there might be members of the dark forces among the ordinary friends who came to the Rodman mansion.

Jager was also suspected.

And since yesterday, she and Kaulanke have taken turns protecting and monitoring Jag.

The other party didn't have any abnormal behavior at all, just like an ordinary detective after being exposed to extraordinary power, gradually turned calm in the excitement, and then doubts——

Doubt about what you're going through, thinking you're just dreaming.

"It's really hard to believe."

Dolores stared at Yag's back and chuckled, remembering the yawning look of the elementary school boy when he went out just now, complaining about why he believed such unscientific things, getting up early in the morning, and wanting to return And the way he hesitated to trigger it made her laugh.

However, his behavior also dispelled most of Dolores' suspicions.

As she moved around behind the building and quietly followed Art, a purple spider with a huge one-eyed eye on its head was silently watching her.

"It's really slow."

Art watched Delores's every move through the magic creature he created, pressed his top hat, and showed a smile.

Then he turned his gaze around.

Although it's only four o'clock in the morning, some people have already started working——

The carriage and the first public bus of the morning travel together on the road.

When he came to this world, he realized that this world was very much like England in the Victorian era.

In the modern city, there are still wooden pointed houses and small stone paved roads, which are still full of classical style.

But all kinds of imaginative means of transportation have appeared, including airplanes, cars, trains, ships, submarines, airships and so on.

In other words, it looks like a steampunk style, a patchwork of classic nostalgic aesthetics.

Fog, carriages, dim lights and detectives.

Huge machinery, gears, pistons.

Industry, coal, oil, wind power, electricity.

Ladies, lace, lace, gowns and wide-brimmed hats.

Gentleman, tuxedo, top hat, walking stick and pocket watch.

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

Advanced and backward coexist—some people are riding in cars, while others are riding in horse-drawn carriages. The large-scale machinery with rough style is a link between the past and the future.

Magic and science coexist - guns, gunpowder and machinery on the technological side, church, darkness, and death on the mysterious side.

Art quite likes and enjoys such an atmosphere.

And his current body happens to be a detective——

Fog and carriages, deer hats and lace dresses, shrewd detectives and cunning serial killers.

Outdated criminal investigation methods and mysterious criminal methods make the waste like foggy police exhausted, while the criminals standing in the winding blood began a feast of carnival.

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

In the dark alleyway wet with drizzle, at the crime scene caused by Frankenstein and Werewolf, crows and rats are devouring human blood.

The forces of darkness are raging, and the Knights of the Mist follow the beliefs of the Middle Ages and fight against the darkness under the organization of the church.

Civilization and barbarism, how wonderful.

Thinking about it, Art has already begun to think about transforming the decoration of the night crow world into such a style.

But these are just thoughts. The reality is that after walking for more than 20 minutes, he has arrived at the clock tower in front of Central Park.

This park is located in Wudu, not in the suburbs or further away. Before the not-so-big park, a medieval Gothic bell tower with sharp corners stood, nearly [-] meters high and about ten meters in diameter. There are two clock faces on the lower one, and a smaller astronomical clock that can display astronomical phenomena and timekeeping is hung above.

The tower has an outline similar to the small door leading to the closed inner city in the Middle Ages, like the small door of a prison.

It's like a cross between the Elizabeth Tower and the clock tower in Bern, Switzerland.

Art looked around, and he could indeed see some traces of the ancient city that had been destroyed, some of which were made into the bases of statues, some of which were turned into platforms, and some of which became the bases of sidewalks.

And he felt a strange fluctuation, just like he felt when he was building the spiritual plane. The surrounding environment has not changed, but a spiritual force is trying to pull him into this spiritual plane.

"I see, all the temples in the mist are spiritual planes."

With a chuckle in his heart, as a spiritual master, he completely concealed part of his thoughts, put the prepared mental disguise behind the surface, and let this force pull his mind into the spiritual plane.

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

He sent out the emotions of "surprise", "surprise", "amazing", and "unbelievable", and then came to the clock tower.

Before this deep fog, several people were standing in front of the clock tower——

Kaolanke, Rodman, Amansera, and two others.

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

"Welcome to the Temple of the Mist."

(End of this chapter)