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. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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 is dark and boundless, the air exudes the smell of **, and the few pieces of glass-colored broken glass on the window, like a demonic eye in the dark, silently watching the girl's figure, and the moonlight also follows her mechanically and slowly moving.

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 sound of wings flapping suddenly came from the night sky, and the man looked up and beckoned, a

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