The crow in the cage suddenly stopped calling. At the same time, the swollen body began to shrink inward rapidly, and soon returned to its usual size.

"He found the souls of the dead." Glovy looked pleasantly surprised.

But the smile on her face didn't last for a second, and the next moment the crow that had returned to normal suddenly swelled, filling the entire cage in an instant, without friction and squeezing.

The crow, which had swelled to the limit, exploded into a cloud of minced flesh with a thud.

"What is this, failure or success?"

Henrik asked, blocking the splash of minced meat.

"At the last minute, the raven found the soul of the deceased, but for unknown reasons, it was unable to summon it back."

"It's like his soul is imprisoned in one place......" Gorie's eyes lit up as she said this.

"The situation seems to be somewhat similar to Stephen's, except that Stephen is still alive."

The expression on Roger's face was a little solemn.

"Maybe Stephen is the next Edward, and he's running out of time."

"It's not completely unrewarding."

From the shattered flesh of the crow crawled a looming figure, with blurred facial features, and it looked a bit like Edward's life.

Immediately afterwards, the broken flesh and blood fused back together, returning to the crow's original appearance, and the faint black shadow did not enter the crow's body.

Fluttering!

The crow flapped its wings and jumped onto the chandelier on the roof.

Slightly blood-colored eyes, staring at everyone.

"Although the spell failed and failed to summon Edward's soul completely, it at least gave us a general direction."

"With this crow's guidance, we can find the place where Edward's soul is imprisoned, and the missing part of Stephen is most likely there."

At this moment, Veronica, who had gone out to inquire about the news, also called.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find any news related to the castle exploration and party, and I also checked the vehicle that Stephen and others traveled half a month ago, but there are no clues."

"It's so weird, it's as if there's a mysterious force that erases it all."

There was some frustration in Veronica's voice.

"What do you think this is?"

At this moment, Henrik suddenly pointed to the remaining traces in the middle of the circle and said.

The wax tears left behind by the burning of the white candle slowly flowed and gathered in the center of the circle, forming a line of distorted text.

Glastonbury Abbey.

"Is it the place where King Arthur is buried?"

Henrik asked.

Glastonbury was originally just an ordinary place, but it has become a famous tourist attraction because of King Arthur's tomb, a place that many people have heard of, although they have not been there.

"King Arthur is just a name made up by the family, and the sword in the stone does exist, but there is no such person as Arthur in the otherworld."

"In comparison, it's another person's name that's more famous."

Gervay added.

"Bedwell."

"The first and last knight, in legend, he ended up in seclusion in Glastonbury's abbey."

"It is unknown which monastery it is."

"Can this matter still have anything to do with the Knights of the Round Table?"

Roger had some bad premonitions in his mind.

The hermitage of the Inheritance Knight does not look like it is possible for an evil force to do so.

But the clue in front of me pointed to that place.

"Let's go, let's go there together."

Glastonbury is not far from the Fog Capital, which is geographically to the south-west, and it took less than two hours to leave Edward's villa to arrive at this famous tourist destination.

It attracts visitors from all over the world all year round, the most notable of which is the legendary Arthur's Tomb.

Whatever the reason, the crowd came to visit Arthur's Tomb, which was unexpectedly much smaller than expected, but the pedestrians were still happy to explore the legend of King Arthur.

“…… Eventually, King Arthur was buried here. ”

Not far away, a voice was heard as a tour group with tourists from other countries visiting King Arthur's tomb.

"The legend is false, and the tomb is naturally empty."

Henrik muttered quietly, and he glanced at Roger, "You say that since the figure of King Arthur does not exist, is there an empty coffin buried underneath, or is there a random other body that is stuffed into it?" ”

As the crowd was saying this, an old man not far away suddenly noticed the crow standing on Gome's shoulder, and he broke away from the crowd and walked over to Gowey.

"Is this your pet? Miss, for the first time I've seen someone who can train a crow to this degree. ”

The old man stretched out his hand as if intending to touch the crow's sharp beak, and Roger only then noticed that the old man was tall, but his left sleeve was empty.

Fluttering!

The crow flapped its wings, leaped off Glome's shoulder, and flew out.

"Little things with spirituality."

The old man withdrew his gaze and followed Roger's gaze, "When I was young, I fought in battle, and my arm was left forever in a foreign land. ”

Roger smiled but didn't say anything, instead turned and chased after Glovy in the direction she had left.

"What's going on?"

Roger thought that Gorway had controlled the crow on her shoulder to leave, but when he stepped out of the scenic area, he found that the crow seemed to be deliberately looking for something.

Stop-and-go, guiding the crowd out of town.

For safety reasons, Veronica and Stephen were left in the fairy tale world by Roger, and as the owner of the manuscript, the place where Veronica and the others were located was fenced into a safe area by Roger.

That way, he doesn't have to worry about what happens to the two of them inside.

"This crow was shaped by a little spirituality in Edward's soul, and it should be close enough to trigger a connection between them."

"Follow him on, and we may be able to find the castle where Stephen and the others went, or where Edward's soul was imprisoned."

After entering the woods, the speed of the crow became faster, and Roger and the others also increased their speed accordingly.

At the same time, in King Arthur's mausoleum, the one-armed old man who had spoken to Roger and the others before slowly returned to the crowd.

He glanced around, his calm gaze imprinting all the people present into his brain, as if a lion was picking delicious food in his territory.

"Thank you for your recommendation, it turns out that there is an ancient castle that has been preserved in this neighborhood for hundreds of years."

Several young men waved goodbye to the one-armed old man, and he also drove away from the crowd.

After a stretch of road, I followed a remote trail into the mountains, and after going around and around a hill, a calm lake like a sapphire appeared in front of me.

In front of the lake is a unique wooden house.

After parking the car and cleaning up briefly, the old man sat on the recliner in front of the lake, and it was rare that there was no rain in Glastonbury, and it seemed to be a good day.

The old man put his straw hat over his face, held a fishing rod in one hand, and lay down on it with a comfortable expression.

The breeze blew through the lake.

The roar of cars could be heard in the distance, and it seemed that an uninvited guest had broken into the place.

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