Wassenton was close at hand, and the steam train came straight to the station of Wasenton without any problems.

Thick plumes of smoke burst into the sky, merging with the fog that hovered over the city.

The door opened, and Downey walked out with the crowd.

Until this time, he still felt a little strange, and he never thought that this time it would be so smooth.

Beneath the leaden-grey clouds, a strange urban scene unfolded in front of Donnie like a picture scroll, and the streets were bustling with people, but everyone was in a hurry and rarely stopped.

The buildings of the city are relatively old, and the style is in the same vein as the countries of the Glorious Continent, and it seems that each building has a historical appearance.

But the federation has not been established for a long time, so the history is not long after all.

Downey didn't pay much attention to the scenery around him, it didn't matter to him, and if he got rid of his troubles, he would have time to look at them.

"Where do we go next?" Donnie asked Moore in his mind.

If nothing else, Wasenton will be destroyed once in the future, and by the time it comes a few hundred years from now, it will be very different from what it is now.

Moore didn't play vanishing this time, and he hasn't disappeared since Donnie boarded the steam train to Wassenton. However, the voice of the Titan Kraken is indeed getting louder and louder, and if it continues, Donnie is even a little worried about whether the pedestrians passing by him will be affected.

"Find a place to stay first, it's too late today, tomorrow morning go to Watsonton First Square, where there is the largest mall in the Federation, and the headquarters of Fort Thirteen is just below the mall."

Hearing this, Donnie suddenly felt that Moore was a little inexplicably familiar, but as he said, it was already evening, and Donnie simply didn't rush over.

However, Downey soon discovered that the first square of Watsendon was a gathering place for the transcendents.

In the face of Donnie's question, Moore quickly said, "Those who don't know about the existence of Fort 13 would have been scared away. ”

After receiving this expected answer, Donnie didn't ask any more questions, but he also extinguished the idea of living in the Otherworldly Gathering Place.

Wasenton was also relatively close to the sea, but had not suffered any noticeable damage from the previous strange attacks. Donnie casually found a place to stay, and then began to wait for Kimei's arrival.

Time passed very slowly at this time, and when Donnie opened his eyes again, it was only early in the morning.

The paper goblin is still reading a book on the side, and its strength has been restored, and it has once again become the weirdness of the neighboring two sequences. However, it is not very helpful for the current situation.

Because of the difficulty in calming down, Donnie did not continue to meditate, but sat down on the balcony of the room to rest.

The last time he rested like this, the half-vampire agents of Fort Thirteen were controlled by vampires and eventually died in front of Donnie.

But this time everything was calm and nothing happened. Under normal circumstances, it was good news that nothing had happened, but Donnie always had a feeling of unease.

Of course, the paper goblin doesn't have such a feeling, and even if its strength recovers, its perception will not be so sharp.

It's just that Donnie couldn't find the source of this feeling at all, so his meditation process had to be interrupted.

After some time, Donnie had already drunk three cups of hot cocoa, and it was only by this time that he inadvertently glanced up at the night sky.

Clouds covered the city, but it didn't rain for a long time, and the air was a little damp.

But as time passes, the clouds should become brighter.

Downey immediately realized this, and immediately glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

"Isn't the white of Wasenton coming?" Donnie was shocked when he thought of this.

This possibility is not impossible, after all, it is not unheard of in the long ago era, such as the gods punishing humans and taking away the light.

But the question is, how could Wasenton, such a well-guarded place, become like this in the first place of his arrival? Donnie couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he didn't mean to continue thinking about it.

Donnie looked around for a while, then went back to wake up the paper goblin who was reading in silence. Of course, before that, he had awakened the old wizard in the seal, who didn't know much about the current situation.

Moore didn't fully believe Donnie's words like the paper elves, and he let out his mind and looked at it for a while, and finally had to admit that Donnie was right.

Something seemed to cover the void, and the whole city was in darkness

They noticed it relatively early, and it was not yet light, and most of the others did not notice it.

"It shouldn't be!" There was confusion in Moore's voice, the current anomaly is not easy for ordinary people to notice, after all, it is not yet bright, but it is impossible for the extraordinary people of Fort Thirteen not to notice it.

If they were aware of it, how could there be no sign of action? Unless it was caused by them, or they made it happen.

Although it is impossible to determine the cause now, Downey can think of the simplest countermeasure, which is to leave here and temporarily get out of the confines of Wasenton.

That's what Downey thought and was bound to do, but he soon discovered another problem.

The ordinary people in the inn don't know when they disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared.

But Donnie clearly remembered that those people really existed, and it wasn't his delusion.

If Wasenton really often had such a situation, even if Donnie and the Paper Elves didn't know, Moore, as one of the top leaders of Fort Thirteen, should have known about the situation. But it is clear that he is not clear either.

"What are we going to do?" The paper goblin had just recovered the strength of the neighbor two sequences, and before he could find a chance to come in handy, he encountered such a thing, and he suddenly became depressed.

Downey looked outside, and the street lights outside the inn were still on, dispelling the light fog of the night, but the streets were so empty that they were a little scary.

Donnie and the others were not intimidated by the unknown, and after observing for a while and making sure that the night would not pass, and that the vast majority of the people were gone, they left the inn and went to the streets of Wasenton.

The cold wind suddenly enveloped Donnie and the paper goblins, and until this time, he had some suspicions that he had been discovered by the agents.

But after a while, Downey changed his mind.