In Sycamore Inn, Moria came out of the room. He first glanced at the room in the opposite corner. There was no movement inside. Miss Mephisto must have taken the lead to act alone.
After confirming this, he went downstairs. There were a few passengers sitting in the hall. His Highness Victoria was sitting by the window, looking at the book in his hand leisurely.
Judging from the cover, it should be something like a travel journal.
Without disturbing the other party, Moria walked out of the hotel.
There was a restless atmosphere in the outside air, which seemed to indicate that something was going to happen today.
He walked along the stone road in the direction of Fog Bell Alley with a steady and calm pace. Several sailors on the street were discussing something in low voices. Words such as "shipyard" and "explosion" could be vaguely heard. Moria did not stop, but silently kept this information in his heart.
After turning a few corners, the dilapidated outline of Fog Bell Alley appeared in front of us, and the two guards in gray and white robes at the entrance of the alley were gone. Moria stopped at the entrance of the alley for a moment, and after confirming that there was no ambush, he walked in slowly.
The damp alleyway was even quieter than yesterday, and even the sea breeze was blocked by the dilapidated buildings on both sides. The soles of his boots made a slight sound when he stepped on the slippery stone slabs. Deep in Fog Bell Alley, on the door of Sivell's residence, the shell wind chime swayed gently in the breeze, making a dull crashing sound.
Moria stood in front of the door and did not rush to knock on the door. He listened attentively. There was still deathly silence inside the door, but there was a faint fluctuation of magic power in the air.
Hopefully the worker has given the Holy Emblem to Ms. Sivell.
After hesitating for a moment, Moria raised his hand and tapped on the door panel a few times. Unexpectedly, the door opened by itself before anyone came to open the door.
Did it turn out that it was always a secret?
Moria Gently opened the door. The light in the room was dim, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains. The air is filled with the mixed smell of sea salt and old incense, mixed with a hint of imperceptible coldness.
He walked in slowly, the soles of his boots making a slight squeaking sound on the old wooden floor. The furnishings in the room are simple. A round table covered with a dark blue tablecloth is placed in the center, with a few shimmering shells and crystal balls scattered on it. In the corner, a thin figure has his back to the door, lowering his head to arrange something.
"Ms. Sivell?" Moria called softly.
The person turned around, revealing a face full of wrinkles but extremely sharp. Her eyes were an unnatural deep blue, as if they contained the depth of the entire ocean.
"Firstborn of the Temple." Her voice was hoarse but powerful, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Moria noticed that she was holding the holy symbol he sent yesterday tightly in her hand, and her knuckles were white from the exertion.
"Did you know I was coming?"
"Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's a girl wearing a cloak." Her old voice echoed in the room, with an unspeakable illusion, "The tide in the dark night will always tell you some things in the fog, but they Illusory Void will always be accurate."
Moria did not reply directly. He noticed that the other party's left leg was slightly stiff when walking, "Cult of Eternal Life imprisoned you for Black Reef Bay's intelligence?"
The old fortune teller suddenly coughed violently. What oozed out between her fingers was not blood, but a dark blue liquid like sea water. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Since I became a disciple of my teacher, I have dreamed of that sea area every full-moon night." She opened the window, and the salty sea breeze swept in with the hustle and bustle of the shipyard in the distance. "They are not the first group of people, and they will not be the last group."
"Do you know why they are obsessed with Sunken Horn?"
Sivell took out a roll of yellowed Sea Chart from the depths of the wooden cabinet. The edges of the ancient parchment showed traces of being soaked in sea water. Her fingertips traced a twisted area heavily outlined in dark brown ink.
"A long time ago, this Sea Chart was circulated in the Port Belen area. Legend has it that the kingdom's former prosperous city Loren Ting City was buried there, as well as countless treasures that sank into the deep sea when it fell. Greedy people flock to it, but they don't know..." Her voice dropped, with the weight and sadness of having witnessed the truth, "There is something more terrifying than death buried there... No one comes back, and no one who tries to get there will ever come back."
"Things sleeping there that should not be awakened." A trace of haze flashed in Sivell's dark blue eyes, "Port Belen people finally forgot about it after paying countless blood and tears. Only the oldest old people will still dream of the sea of death at some point, but that's it. The nightmare has long left Port Belen... until the arrival of those ambitious people..."
Moria's eyes fell on the repeatedly traced area on Sea Chart. The ink on the parchment has faded, but the words "Black Reef Bay" and "Sunken Horn" can still be made out, and there are also a few lines of blurry small words marked next to them - "Undercurrents are turbulent" and "The rocks are like knives".
"The people from Cult of Eternal Life have prepared the ship." Moria said softly, "They plan to go to sea at midnight tonight."
Sivell's fingers trembled slightly on Sea Chart, and a trace of fear flashed in her dark blue eyes. "They will be swallowed... That sea will swallow all intruders..."
"Can you tell me more about that sea area?" Moria's voice was still calm, but his eyes became sharp, "For example, why did you dream about it?"
The old fortune teller was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the window. The sea breeze lifted her gray hair, revealing a ferocious scar on her neck.
"My teacher..." her voice suddenly became hoarse, "Was one of the three Archmages who participated in the sealing. He told me this secret before he died, just like a curse... Every full moon night, I can feel the call of the thing under the sea."
"So Cult of Eternal Life imprisoned you to take advantage of your knowledge of that sea area?"
"They want to find a safe route, but I will never tell them." Sivell sneered, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. "They don't understand that there is no safety there at all. Everyone will be buried under the sea, and even the bodies will not be found."
"What if they do find a route to reach safely?" Moria said softly.
The old fortune teller didn't speak, he just stared at him with his sharp eyes, but he was quickly defeated in the short silence. She sighed, with a bit of hesitation in her tone. "If such a day comes, then Port Belen is bound to usher in the end. When the monsters there wake up, they are enough to overturn the kingdom."
Moria shook his head. If that were the case, there would be nothing to say. "I will stop them, or stop him."
His voice was gentle, but it carried a sense of conviction that was hard to question.
Sivell opened his mouth, and finally said, "If you can come back, I promise to help you divine."