In Western Europe, Turin, the capital of the Piedmont region of Italy, this tranquil and ancient complex is illuminated by stars at night, and Baroque, Rococo and Gothic churches, palaces and castles add to the mystique of the city.

Despite the fact that it is late at night, the Mediterranean climate still brings a bit of warmth, allowing people here to wear only a single coat to enter and exit the bustling and enchanting places.

In a corner of the Mediterranean city, in a somewhat deserted Gothic church, starlight pours through the cracks in the towering spire and falls on a petite and effeminate figure.

The church was dark and boundless, the air exuded the smell of corruption, and the few pieces of broken glass in the style of glass on the windows, like strange eyes in the dark, silently watched the figure of this girl, and the moonlight also followed her mechanically and slowly.

The girl, dressed in a loose dress that clearly did not fit well, looked a little dragged, and had a pair of shabby sheepskin boots under her feet, somewhat similar to those street girls on the streets of Turin. But if you look closely, you will find that her beauty is enough to thrill anyone, and her long bright amber hair, her delicate skin as white as a baby, and her delicate face as moving as an angel are deliberately concealed in this tattered dress and gloom......

The girl is only about eleven or twelve years old, and her body is not yet fully developed, but she is already shocked, but her movements and demeanor make it impossible to figure out what she is doing.

This is an old church that no one visits, overgrown with grass and ruined walls, and even rats don't miss it.

The little girl walks slowly, like a humanoid puppet pulling strings, moving slowly in a certain direction.

Finally, she stopped in front of a broken angel statue, turned her head, and revealed a beautiful little face like a Barbie doll, but on this face, there was no expression, only empty eyes, as if someone had taken her soul......

Squeak –

The night breeze blew the collapsed wooden door of the church, and a tall figure appeared behind the little girl at some point, blocking out all light.

"Lillian, my little darling...... Thank you Cain, you've finally found what we need......" The man, speaking in a deep nasal English, walked up to the little girl, raised his right fist, and blasted straight at the angel statue!

Bang!

The three-meter-high granite sculpture collapsed with a bang, and the rubble splattered and dust rose to break the peace in the church.

Behind the statue, a slender storage recess is revealed, which houses a long strip of linen wrapped in linen.

"Great! Great Sage's Staff!" the man reached out his ring-covered hand and grabbed the object, and the linen fluff exploded to pieces, and there was a pitch-black staff on his hand!

At first glance, the staff was nothing special, resembling a piece of rotten wood, with no gems embedded in it and no anomalous energy fluctuations.

"Lillian, good job. The starlight illuminated the man's blonde hair, and looking at the staff, the depths of his eyes bloomed with intense greed.

Fluttering Ridge –

A flapping of wings suddenly came to his ears from the night sky, and the man looked up and beckoned, and an owl quietly rippled through the air, landed on the top of the staff, released its beak, and threw an ancient letter in the palm of his hand.

Unfolding the letter, written in quills and red ink, the man gradually showed an angry look.

"New York?John Davy, this old fellow, is delusional about ascending to the throne?as long as I am here, you can't succeed!" he viciously tore up the letter, two evil lights shot out of his cold eyes, and ordered in a hateful voice: "Lillian, go ahead and find the next holy weapon!"

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In Paris, France, the Louvre Museum is closed at night, and only the outdoor lights illuminate this temple of human art.

"Honey, am I pretty or is she pretty?" In front of a huge picture, the woman blinked her pair of dark brown eyes full of electric light, snuggled into the man's arms, looked up with anticipation, and reached out to caress the handsome face with sharp edges.

This woman is wearing only a transparent black veil, with snow-white tender feet, which is reminiscent of the goddesses in ancient Greek sculptures, with a different kind of temptation hidden in the haze, full of mystery, nobility and seductive temperament.

The long wavy flaxen-colored hair, loosely draped to the waist, like the most glamorous satin, and like a bright bronze mirror, with a high nose bridge, full red lips, and watery eyes...... Lazy and mischievous.

"Of course you are more beautiful, my dear Highness the Queen. The man praised from the bottom of his heart: "Who else in this world can fascinate me but Mary?"

"Yes, why don't you put my portrait up and burn this one, my dear, do you think that's good?" the woman hooked one hand around his neck, and her bright red mouth reached the man's ear, exhaling like a blue.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, revealing a helpless wry smile, "Honey, why do you want to eat grandma's vinegar? This is the work of Leonardo da Vinci Sage, it's a pity to ruin it......"

"Giggle...... My Alexander the Great, scare you, don't you?" the woman smirked and broke away from his embrace and ran like a gust of wind into the depths of the Louvre.

The man shook his head, his eyes helpless and pitiful, and sighed in his heart, "Still like a child......"

He was about to catch up when an old man's voice came from outside the palace gate: "Your Highness, the council has sent a telegram!"

Alexander's eyes flashed at the sound and he walked quickly out of the palace.

On the wall, the Mona Lisa's smile shimmered in an eerie glow in the dark interior that no one could decipher for generations......

With a fire burning in a fireplace and goose feathers and snow falling outside the castle, this is the sparsely populated Transylvania in the mountains of central Romania, the home of legendary vampires.

In the old and quiet castle bedroom, an old man with goosebumps, draped in a burgundy nightgown, leaned back in a dark chair, squinting and reading the telegram in front of him.

"Edward I...... Interesting, is the spring of my people coming early?" put down the telegram, and the old man got up slowly, wandering like a lonely ghost, in the huge empty and uninhabited castle.

I don't know how long later, the fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and there was no light in the whole gloomy castle, not even the old man......

Almost on the same night, on the European continent, the letters flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, and were transmitted to every pair of invisible and dark hands, and the owners who received the letters, without exception, all set their eyes on New York, USA, on the other side of the ocean!