There are hardly any people on the streets at night.

Most of the passers-by you meet occasionally don't have the leisure to come out at night to enjoy the snow, and they often walk on the way home.

For ordinary people, night security in this era basically depends on luck, although it will not be a day out of trouble will not be in trouble, but it is always different from daytime.

Night.

It is a time that symbolizes uncertainty and danger.

Walking in such a snowy night, Ronald and Patricia were not so anxious.

Rather than policing, they were worried about the cultists of Brenwich.

For the official forces to respond so seriously, in the silent darkness of the city tonight, everything will surely be surging.

I can only hope that the investigators in Bronwich will be able to deal with this matter smoothly.

Stepping on the snow that began to accumulate, the footsteps of the two gradually faded away.

It wasn't until she left two blocks of Linzhong Road and saw that no one was safe around her that Patricia spoke first:

"Ronald."

"You should have taken the original book at the train station last time, right?"

"That's right."

Ronald nodded generously, and had no idea of hiding it from the girl at all:

"I recovered the original book as soon as I could, and then the people from the Investigation Bureau came over and seemed to treat this matter as one of the attacks of the cult warlocks, and they didn't suspect us."

Having said that, in fact, the person who Ronald should be most grateful for preserving this original book is Patricia.

When entering the Bronwich registry, if the girl mentioned the word 'original' in any way, the Bureau's attention to the train station incident would have been very different.

In that case.

It would be difficult for him to leave the original texts as casually as he did now.

Hearing Ronald's frank answer, Patricia nodded as usual before continuing to speak:

"So what do you plan to do with this original text?"

“......”

Ronald didn't answer immediately.

Facing his companion who had experienced danger with him, he thought seriously for a few seconds before he said in a serious tone:

"The power of the original canon is very powerful, and the impact caused by the rampage is even more dangerous, so at present, I don't want these precious things to fall into the hands of some strange people, but I still want to protect them."

To be honest, because of the influence of the work he did 'all his life' before, Ronald has a great degree of affection for these original texts that have influenced the history of human society and even related to the development of civilization.

It's not like, 'This turret is big enough, so I like it!'" Rather, it's the feeling of 'this postmodernist abstract painting is great, it's a pity that most people can't appreciate it'.

What's more, these original texts, when not cracked, are almost 100% things that will bring danger to people.

The time and space chaos of Montenegro, where all life and bones are gone, and the railway station.

Ronald still can't forget it.

Walking beside Ronald, Patricia laughed at this novel answer.

"...... the Original"

"Protected?"

It was the first time she had met someone who had such an opinion on the original text.

In this world, the desire of the members of the mysterious side for the original scriptures is almost common sense, and the purpose is basically to strengthen the school or earn profits and other routines.

She was more interested in the person in front of her:

"Ronald, tell me about your school?"

"What kind of organization is the Copenhagen School?"

“......”

"The Copenhagen School......"

Ronald's eyes were a little weak, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his hair.

Butt on the head, he still took out the statement that he had been going to use to deal with the Investigation Bureau a long time ago:

"Although I can't do without the original texts, my school is basically not ...... to gain power."

“......”

Suddenly, Ronald interrupted himself.

Silent as he stared at the west-facing street, the lights paving the road in the distance in the snowy night, and the bright yellow depth of the distance, there seemed to be something noteworthy in it.

Seeing this scene, Patricia subconsciously clenched the umbrella in her hand.

Controlling the sound to such an extent that only each other could hear it, the girl asked:

"Ronald, did you find anything?"

Ronald nodded with a gloomy face:

"There's a problem over there."

"You know what I'm capable of, there's what seems to be betrayal going on over there."

Actually, it was just now.

The sin of 'betrayal' in the Divine Comedy – Inferno is captured in the original text.

According to Ronald's experience, it is very difficult for the actions of ordinary people to trigger to the extent necessary to activate the original canon.

The activation of the previous three abilities is basically a very intense emotional fluctuation of the mysterious person, and the "Divine Comedy" will respond.

Then the result is simple.

On the west side of this street, there are mysterious people betraying others?

Thinking about the actions of the Investigation Bureau tonight, it is really impossible to ignore the implications of this kind of behavior.

“......”

Patricia was silent.

Everyone is not stupid, and the result of perceiving such a thing at this time is too obvious.

Ronald didn't stay silent for long, and in less than a minute, after making sure that no one dressed as an investigator appeared on the street, he quietly called out the original text in his cuff.

Immediately, the faint chant slowly reads:

"Its name is Styx,

The black water flowed down to the foot of the dark and precipitous cliff.

I stopped, staring intently,

Seeing that the swamp was full of people, covered with mud,

They were all naked, as if their anger had not subsided......"

The night became the best cover for the Divine Comedy's abilities.

In addition to the black fog hidden under the coat, more darkness began to spread in places where the street lights could not shine, and the dark clouds in the sky obscured the stars and the moon, and the night was far darker than usual.

Immediately, Ronald headed west of the street.

The black mist that lurked around him surged around him like an attendant guarding the king.

However, in order to prevent ordinary people from accidentally discovering the existence of the black mist, Ronald still carefully paid attention to the amount of black mist, at least not letting them out of his attention.

Immediately, Ronald said to the girl next to him:

"I'll go take a look, Patricia, you'......"

He stopped.

In the middle of a dark and snowy night, Ronald's advance did not cause the snowflakes to fall overhead.

Almost at the same time, Patricia came over with an umbrella.

What is even more eye-catching is that the girl holds the black umbrella with one hand, and grabs the bottom of the umbrella with the other hand and pulls it down hard.

Zheng –

With the low roar of the blade, a medium-length thin sword was drawn from it.

Patricia held the sharpness of the metal and smiled at Ronald casually:

"Let's do it together."

"It's also safer for multiple people."