The Heavens: Cthulhu started from Hokage

Dressed in black robes, Clementine slides close to the ground, as agile as a black cat.

With her strong skills, she cleverly avoided the green magic lights on the cemetery and kept moving towards the interior of the cemetery.

Soon she stopped in front of the ancestral hall, stretched out her hand to lift her hood, and her bright blond hair fell down.

A dangerous smile appeared on Clementine's cute face, and she spoke in a joking tone:

"It's finally here."

She stretched out her hand to push the stone door under the ancestral hall, chuckled in anticipation, lifted up her short blond hair, and quickly jumped behind the stone door.

As she moved, there was a clanging sound under her cloak, like the friction between some spliced ​​metal armor and her skin.

After successfully entering the ancestral hall, there was nothing on the stone pedestal to protect the body, and the tributes placed in front of the stone pedestal also disappeared without a trace.

There is a thick and pungent aroma of incense lingering in the space.

The woman frowned slightly and approached the stone pedestal inside. While humming an unknown song, she reached out and pressed down on a small carving.

Accompanied by the mechanical sound of iron locks pulling and gears rubbing against each other, the stone pedestal slowly parted, and a secret door appeared in front of the woman, with dozens of steps leading to the dark depths below.

"Come in-"

Clementine dragged her brisk and melodious tone downwards, walked down the stone steps, turned a corner, and entered a gloomy dark room.

Scarlet candles made of blood were hung on the stone pillars and lit. The burning flames, accompanied by the smell of burnt blood, made the weird tapestry in the middle even more horrifying.

"Ah, may I ask, is little Kaji here? The guests have arrived——"

Clementine's eyes stayed on the figure behind the stone pillar and she asked aloud.

The figure hiding in the darkness of the stone wall was a little overwhelmed when he heard Clementine's sweet voice, and his shoulders shook.

The woman saw no reaction from the figure and asked again:

"Hello - I'm here to see little Kaji, is he there -?"

A slightly impatient hoarse voice came from further back.

"Enough, let's go."

The moment the figure turned around, a special corpse smell of low-level undead floated out and disappeared into the shadows.

And the person who made the sound just now appeared from the darkness.

It was a thin old man.

Judging from the appearance, it should be human.

Why do I say "should", because the old man's appearance is so weird that he almost doesn't look like a human being.

Under the sunken eye sockets, the eyes were as dry as dehydrated peaches. The face was the color of lime pink, so white that it did not look like a living person. There was no hair on the face. Not only was there no hair, not even eyebrows, eyelashes or even body hair could be seen.

This old man was dragging a dark red robe, with necklaces made of skulls hanging around his neck. A pair of skinny hands held a black wand, revealing the identity of this man as a necromancer. However, he was not so much a necromancer. , some people probably believe that he is an undead person.

Normal people would definitely be scared out of their wits when they see this weird old man.

But Clementine was obviously not a normal person. A bright smile broke out on her face, and she waved:

"Hello, little Kaji."

The woman's frivolous name made Khajiit frown.

"Can you please stop calling me that? It would damage Chiranon's reputation."

Zhilanong.

The evil secret organization, which is notorious and frightening, is composed of black magicians from various countries. It has caused many horrific human tragedies and has been listed as a banned organization by surrounding countries.

"Okay, little Kaji——"

The woman didn't seem to want to change her title. Khajiit's brows furrowed even deeper, and he shook his head helplessly:

"Then what? So you made a special trip to this place just to amuse me? You know that I am injecting power into the Death Orb here, right? I don't have time to play child's games with you now."

"I hate it, little Kaji, I brought this here for you~"

Clementine reached out and groped under the cloak. When the cloak was flipped, the slender curves and fair skin that made people's blood flow were accidentally revealed through the gaps.

The woman took out a crown from her cloak and held it up in front of her happily.

There are countless small gems dotted around the crown on metal threads that look like spider silk, and there is a huge black crystal inlaid in the middle. The workmanship is quite exquisite.

The first time Khajiit saw the crown, he was stunned and said dumbly:

"This...this is..."

Suddenly, his dry eyeballs seemed to be filled with vitality, sparkling with light.

"How could the symbol of the Witch Princess, the Crown of the Wise Man, and one of the greatest secret treasures of the Silian Theocracy, appear in your hands!?"

Clementine couldn't stop laughing at Khajiit's contrast with his calm image before.

"Because the cute girl saw this strange crown and thought it was too abrupt, so I took action. The result surprised me. The guy turned out to be crazy, hahahaha!"

As a former member of the Black Codex, it is impossible for Clementine not to know what it means to snatch the central figure of the Order State, the Witch Princess——

Wearing a tiara will cause the wearer to close himself off and become a prop that can only use super magic. Once the tiara is taken off, the wearer will also go crazy.

"Miko-sama is indeed very cute, but to get the tiara, there is no way to make her go crazy, because this is the only way to get it - who told the guy who made the tiara to design it like this!"

"It turned out that the treasure that I wanted to rob without even betraying the Black Holy Scripture turned out to be a piece of trash. If I had known better, I would have directly robbed the artifacts left by the six gods."

Clementine spread her hands up helplessly.

The Crown of the Wise is a piece of waste if not used by a suitable sacrifice.

Even in the Order Country, the probability of a sacrifice that is suitable for the Crown of the Wise and possesses the talent of the Witch Princess is only one in a million.

For them to find such a girl is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Khajiit's eyes flashed even more intensely, and he shook his head and said:

"It's too early to say that the Wise Man's Crown is useless!"

"Oh? Do you have a way to use it?" Clementine's red lips opened slightly, showing a surprised look.

After a while, she suddenly remembered and said first:

"You are saying that there is a boy named Nfirea Barreare in the town. If it is him, he might really be able to wear the Wise Man's Crown."

Khajiit nodded and said:

"That's right, it's the guy from the legend. If he can be tied up, the death ceremony can be held in advance. The clone of Queen's Tears, who is also a member of the Twelve Cadres, are you willing to help me?"

"I have betrayed the Order. Don't call me the clone of Queen's Tears. Call me Clementine."

Clementine narrowed her evil eyes.

"I'll help you kidnap that guy, how about creating chaos and helping me escape?"

"Great deal."

Khajiit smiled like an old fox and handed a magic item into Clementine's hands.

"By the way, help me get rid of a man named Oslet. Someone paid a big price for his head. This knife can be regarded as a deposit."