Bernardin, in a bar.

Roy, Byles, Phil and Pasha sat around a small round table, drinking Southwell beer in big gulp.

They didn't talk much, and listened to the drunkards next to the table discussing extraordinary powers and mystical events with a slight smile.

"Before, hicc, I saw in Beldan the Fsaksaks not only look like bears, but also drive the flames and throw them out like javelins!"

"No way... there is really extraordinary power?"

"Haha, that's because you don't know. One day I got drunk and slept near the cemetery. I saw people from the Dark Church coming out with a few ghosts. Oh, ghosts! They floated in the air, very terrifying!"

...

The drunkards said, not knowing whether it was their own experience or what they heard, but their mouths were flying and their faces turned red.

"This is how they are. They are only excited after drinking. They always like to brag and are usually very depressed." Byers, a local resident of Bernarden, explained a few words when they saw this. "Since the coal mine resources began to dry up, young people gradually left Bernarden and headed to Conston and Beckland. The atmosphere here has become more and more depressing, and the city has become more and more decaying."

This man, who was less than thirty, also worked as a miner when he was young, but he was lucky enough to die in the mine, so his skin was very dark.

His exposed muscles are not too exaggerated, but they give people the feeling of casting steel.

As the leader of several people, Roy smiled and said:

"What they said may be true, not bragging. The previous war has indeed exposed the extraordinary power to many people, especially the soldiers who participated directly, as long as they are still alive, they will have corresponding experiences.

"And, this also brought many opportunities to make some people who had no chance to contact extraordinary powers and true mysticism become extraordinary people."

His expression was very subtle, as if he was talking about other people's things, but in fact, this was exactly the experience of the four of them.

Byers and Roy were soldiers who participated in the Beldan City blocking battle. Phil was once robbed by the Fsaks, but fortunately did not die. Pasha and her past citizens and companions lured and attacked several Intis soldiers in the street fighting.

They all witnessed the deaths of many friends and gained extraordinary power for various reasons.

Then, due to the chaos caused by the war, they either separated from the troops or took the initiative to avoid them, but were not known by the official forces. Gradually, they met each other and became friends with a group to keep warm.

This time, they came to Beerdan, the hometown of Byers, to find the other party’s possible surviving relatives and friends.

"The reality of this world is far beyond our imagination." Pasha, with long dark golden hair and dark blue eyes, sighed.

She is only in her twenties, and her facial features are pretty good, but there is no excess flesh on her face, so her bones are obvious and she looks much older than her actual age.

"In the future, we will have different lives." Roy, whose hairline has typical Roon characteristics, raised his cup and said, "Cheer to a brand new future..."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly screamed in the bar hall.

Roy and others all had some experience, so they were quick to be vigilant and turned their attention to them.

They saw a young man in ordinary clothes slumped on the ground, rolling back and forth, as if extremely painful.

Under the dim gas wall light, everyone noticed that behind the young man's clothes were blooming, revealing blood-red marks, as if they were beaten by a whip.

However, none of the people around him were holding a whip, and the victim only screamed in pain just now, unless he was whipped countless times at that moment.

But how could no one notice it?

"...He has a wallet in his hand... Will this be related to the abnormality just now?" Phil, the thin-shaped man glanced for a few times and said carefully, "I'll take it over and take a look?"

Roy thought for a while and nodded gently:

"Be careful."

Phil said "um" and walked out of the small round table area. With the help of the onlookers, he approached the young man who no longer rolled but just hummed in a low voice.

He quietly stretched out his left hand and targeted the leather wallet that looked ordinary.

"ah!"

Phil suddenly screamed, watching his left hand break with his wrist and hit the ground with a snap.

At the break, blood gushed and splashed on the faces and bodies of the people around them.

The scene suddenly solidified. The drunken drinkers were stunned at first, then swallowed their saliva, then turned around and ran frantically to the door and corner!

"There is a weird... no one attacked me!" Phil almost fainted in pain, but he still forced himself to tell Roy, Byles and Pasha about his "experience".

Roy's eyes froze and he said decisively:

"Let's leave here first!"

He turned his head and said to Byers:

"You pick up Phil's hand and keep it. I remember that the military doctor I met before was also a Beldan. After retiring from the army, I opened a private clinic. He can effectively treat this trauma."

The military doctor named Weber was also an extraordinary person. When he participated in the Southern War, he was promoted step by step and had medical skills beyond reality. It is said that he could suture broken limbs and make them as flexible as before.

"Okay." Byers replied without hesitation.

He took a few steps forward, took out a wooden box, picked up Phil's broken hand, and put it in.

At the same time, Pasha used the magic ointment she bought before to initially stop Phil's bleeding from the wound and did some bandage.

Immediately afterwards, the group of four left the bar.

After many inquiries, they finally found the Weber Clinic with the help of passers-by.

The clinic has not yet closed, and the light of the gas street lights inside spread out, sprinkling a dim sky.

Roy politely pulled the doorbell and heard jingles echoing inside.

However, several minutes passed and no one came to greet them.

"Drunk?" Pasha looked at Phil, who was indulging in pain, and made a guess in confusion.

Roy shook his head:

"I remember Webber is not a drunken person. He has no other bad habits except being romantic. Maybe he is…"

While speaking, the man with medium figure and wind and frost on his face tentatively pushed the door and found that it was not locked, but was just a false cover.

As the door opened, Roy, Byers and others saw two figures.

The two figures hung in the center of the clinic and swayed gently as the wind blew in outside the door.

The one was a man in his thirties in a white coat, and the other was a young girl in a nurse's outfit. The lower half was naked, their eyes were raised, their mouths were half open, and their tongues were squeezed out. They were hung on the ceiling by invisible ropes, and their expressions were both fearful and desperate, and full of confusion.

"Weber..." Roy recognized the hanged man.

He and Pasha, Phil, and Byles felt a chill behind him. They didn't know why this happened, nor did they know what horror such an unknown would bring.

Bang!

The sound of the chair falling to the ground came from the side, awakening Roy and others who were a little scared.

They looked in the sound and saw a woman holding a baby standing up in panic, whispering in horror and confusion:

"They are having an affair..."

What is the necessary connection with their experience? Roy breathed secretly, thinking that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

He hurriedly ordered:

"Walk!"

He did not ask Pasha to appease the lady, nor did he try to obtain the clinic's disinfectant and straps.

Byers and others swallowed their saliva with difficulty, turned around quickly, and left the clinic with great caution.

For Phil, the unknown horror completely overwhelmed the pain in his left hand.

"What happened?" Phil asked with his muscles twitching after turning into another street.

"How do I know?" Byers blurted out, his mood a little out of control.

Roy looked around and exhaled:

"calm.

"This should be a terrible, extraordinary thing beyond what we imagined."

"Yes, all this is too weird, it's only this reason." Pasha nodded in agreement.

"What should we do?" Phil asked in a panic.

Roy thought for a while and said:

“Try to leave Beldan.

"Also, analyze the previous experiences and summarize the laws contained in it.

"None of us can guarantee that we will not encounter that kind of abnormality again next time. Only by mastering the rules can we ensure our safety."

"Yes." Byles calmed down and agreed with Roy's statement.

They discussed while walking and gradually had some ideas.

"Before Weber was hanged, he had an affair, and before Phil's hand was cut off, he tried to take away that wallet. This was a kind of theft..." Pasha summed up the common points of the two things.

…Roy got inspiration:

"Did they have experienced this because they did something illegal?"

"How is that possible?" Byles and Phil responded in unison.

As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly had corresponding guesses and their expressions gradually became solemn.
To be continued...