Primordial Sequence

The early morning sun shines in from the window sill and shines on the picture frame lying quietly on the ground. The sunlight makes the metal picture frame glow with brass luster, and a quiet and peaceful atmosphere permeates the surroundings. Kamiao's eyes In a flash, because he knew that this was his illusion, everything that happened before was still echoing in his mind. This item was dangerous. Thinking of this, Camus looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, then looked at the picture frame on the ground, and pinched He walked over holding the quill.

"Kadom... Kadom", Camus' actions seemed to wake up the sleeping frame. Suddenly Camus' night gradually became illusory. A low and deep whisper appeared in Camus' ears. An invisible and strange fluctuation unknowingly affected Camus.

Kamuo's eyes turned cold and he opened the Eye of Reality. He saw an illusory black door appearing above the frame in his eyes, a door that exuded a dark luster and possessed twisted power. This door was engraved with ancient and ancient inscriptions. The heavy patterns and a sense of vicissitudes and mystery were deeply rooted in people's hearts. Seeing this situation, Kamiao secretly felt lucky that she had discovered it early. If she had waited for it to really wake up, she would have been in big trouble.

"You should go back, you did something you shouldn't have done." A terrifying and dark murmur appeared in Camus' ears. Camus sneered in her heart and squatted down with firm eyes.

Because the front of the picture frame is connected to the ground, and the symbols need to be painted on the front of the picture frame, that is to say...

Thinking of it, Camus gently turned the frame over.

"Bang..." The sound of the picture frame falling echoed in the room, and in my own eyes, the previously deep and ancient picture frame had completely changed. The entire picture frame exuded a dark red light, and the eerie black door also changed. It became blood red, and a red, twisted fluid flowed on the door. The door also expanded, shrunk, expanded, and shrunk in his eyes, as if it had vitality.

"Kadom... Kadom, let me go." Hoarse and crazy shouts came from behind the door. At one time it was a man's roar, and at another it was a child's cry of fear. It was extremely penetrating, this kind of terrifying bewitchment The sound made Camus stiffen up, and her movements slowly became stiff.

"asshole"

Suddenly, Kamuo, whose eyes were gradually becoming dull, suddenly woke up, and he put down his quill with a determined expression.

"Ah..." The miserable howl came from the picture frame. Every time the quill fell, there was a blur of light and shadow. Every time the sunlight shining from the window converged between the patterns, the frightening sound gradually disappeared, and Kamiao quickly The answer was drawn, an equilateral triangle pattern exuding a faint golden light. There was a circle on the periphery that trapped the equilateral triangle.

"Boom..." The completed symbol suddenly ignited with golden flames, and then disappeared into the frame.

"Did it succeed?" Camus said in a relaxed tone. He grabbed the picture frame that had no reaction and smiled. Everything went smoothly. Of course, this was thanks to his being weak.

Camus felt the coldness in his hands, and was thinking in his heart, what would happen to the third-level nightmare of the Candlelight Club without this thing?

"Let's talk about it then. After so many people died, the other party should be more at peace, right?" Kamius murmured softly, and solemnly put the picture frame into the cabinet, just as he was about to drink a cup of coffee. While celebrating his success, the doorbell rang at the door.

"Dingling bell..." The clear and profound ringing made Camus frown slightly. He had never heard the sound of his doorbell until now. Could it be a guest? After thinking about it, Camus quickly ran down the stairs and turned into a run. He motioned for Neeko and Hulin to hide. He was going crazy because of poverty. Don't let these two guys scare away the guests.

"Ka...Hello..." Kamiao opened the door with a happy face. When he saw the person coming, he was startled and his tone became stiff. He recalled in his mind whether he recognized these three people?

I saw five gentlemen in high-collared black tuxedos in front of my house. The leader was a middle-aged man with brown hair. He wore black gloves and held an oak cane inlaid with silver. There was a silver pendant in his front pocket, and behind him were four slightly younger men.

"Hello, Mr. Relimon Camus, my name is Gatos. Do you mind if there are a lot of people?" The middle-aged man raised his eyes slightly when he saw Camus, looked at Camus carefully, and said He glanced at his glasses a few more times and said hello to Kamius in a mellow and slightly cold voice.

"Hello..." Camus immediately smiled and gently stretched out his hand. No matter what the purpose of the other party's visit, politeness is what a gentleman should do.

A smile appeared on the other party's stiff face. He gently took off his black gloves, revealing his slightly pale fingers, and slowly held Camus' palm.

The moment Camus held the opponent's hand, his cold palm made Camus' palm jump slightly, and Camus' mind was filled with surprise.

It's so cold, like ice.

"I'm sorry to disturb you in the morning. I hope our presumptuous visit will not embarrass you." The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Oh... please come in. I just need a few friends to have morning tea with. Nice to meet you. Please come in." Camus smiled slightly and stepped away.

The sound of leather shoes echoed in the room. Camus placed a few people on the sofa and then smiled and said, "I'm sorry, there is no black tea at home. Do you mind drinking coffee?"

"Thank you, it's up to you." The middle-aged man held his silver cane with both hands and looked at the house with his eyes.

Kamiao heard this and walked gently to the kitchen to prepare coffee for these early guests.

"There is a faint smell of light, like the smell of concentrated holy water, mixed with other strong materials." The blond man next to the middle-aged man sniffed and spoke softly.

"He is a makeup artist. They are erudite, proficient in ancient languages, makeup artists who are proficient in ritual magic and sacrificial magic..." The middle-aged man spoke softly, and stopped talking after mid-sentence, because Camus was already holding coffee. Walked out.

"I'm sorry, this is the coffee I brewed, you guys have a try." Camus pushed their coffees in front of each other, with apologetic expressions on their faces. This was not a false apology, but a real apology.

"Thank you, it's great." The middle-aged man gently picked up the coffee, took a sip, and praised softly, while the others remained motionless. Seeing this situation, Kamiao felt reassured.

"Mr. Camoo, what we are looking for for you is very simple. It is said that you are one of the parties involved in the missing warship incident, and you are also a makeup artist who is proficient in prediction and magic." The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee and spoke directly. The answer also lifted the fog in Camus' heart.

"Of course, I have been to the present after that incident, and I saw some scenes at the suggestion of my captain." Kamius sat down in his original position, recalling the scenes at that time in his mind, and spoke softly.

"At that time, everyone in the port was basically dead, and the bodies were completely decomposed the next day. Combining the pictures I saw and the results at that time, we concluded that people from the Rose Sect robbed the port." Hearing Camus's words The answer was exactly the same as the record recording this incident, and the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

"We all know these, and we also know about the warships that the Black Rose traded with the Maritime Gang. The purpose of my search for you is that I want to find the person who hijacked the warship through you, that is, the woman from the Rose Sect." The middle-aged man said He rubbed his cane with his thumb and stated the reason for coming here in a calm tone.

Kamuo's heart skipped a beat. After thinking for a moment, he said what he saw, "It was a butterfly girl with golden wings. I had seen her on the glass of the ship window."

"I know, I also know her name, Maya Lausie, a Sequence Eleven who has at least reached stage two. The purpose of my coming is to find her through your way." At this time, the middle-aged man's face showed a little excitement. , spoke in a hurried tone.