Verdu shook his head. He took out a pocket watch, opened it, and quietly gazed at the little photograph set inside its cover. "Later, she passed away."
A line of words was written in the blank space on the photograph:
"Forever unforgettable
-Christine."
He suddenly snapped the pocket watch shut and looked outside the restaurant. "The fog's rolling in."
At some point, a thin mist had spread over the street outside the Green Lemon Restaurant. The surrounding houses, mostly two stories tall, had their doors and windows tightly shut. They were pitch-black, as though no one had lived in them for a long time.
"Bansy at night, in the fog..."
Verdu spoke gravely. "That is Bansy at its closest to the truth!"
Chapter 143: Fog
"Why do you say that?"
Verdu thought for a moment before replying, "The last few times those pirates and explorers met with disaster, thick fog appeared on the island beforehand." As he spoke, he pocketed the watch and stood up. "So I think we might find something in the fog-ruins we can't normally find."
Someone in his previous life seemed to have analyzed this: the fog that caused the abnormalities on Bansy Island was very likely projected from the City of Calamity. Others said it was produced by the rituals Medici's descendants performed to worship an evil god. Either way, since it could make the Church of Storms raze Bansy to the ground, it had to be extremely dangerous.
Edward had dared to come to Bansy because, judging by the original story's timeline, Bansy should not yet have become as bad as it would later-but now it seemed the original timeline might no longer serve as a reference.
Verdu walked toward the entrance, and Edward immediately asked in surprise, "You're going out right now?"
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