The huge team that was moving silently in the city projection suddenly raised their gaze, and countless "eyes" fell in the place where Amber hid in an instant - although the shadow residents had no facial features at all, although they had no "eyes" on their faces, but at the moment when the invisible clouds wrapped around the bandages raised their heads, Amber was still 100% sure - they were staring at themselves.

At this moment, Amber felt her hair standing up all over her body, and even her heartbeat stopped for half a beat.

She only encountered such a horror and such a sudden cardiopulmonary arrest in her life - it was a war-torn night. She trembled in an ancient tomb, watching an old Zongzi who had been sleeping for seven hundred years lifting the lid of her coffin...

That time it wasn't as terrifying as it was at this moment!

However, the next second, she noticed that the shadow residents were just turning their sights to this side. The huge "migration team" did not stop at all. They were still moving forward silently, as if they were completing some mission and constantly moving towards the north. In this process, their "eyes" never left her position.

They moved forward like this, silently and stared, and countless gazes fell on Amber in silence. Gradually, Amber began to realize that the silent gaze and continued moving forward were even more strange and terrifying than the moment when all the eyes suddenly turned around.

She subconsciously swallowed and slowly stood up from her hiding place - those concentrated gazes meant that it was meaningless to hide her figure here. She stood on the edge of the tall building, quietly overlooking the huge team that was slowly "migrating" from below, and the eyes of both sides silently intersected in the air - they still did not stop, and Amber did not withdraw their gaze.

Amber thought about it, but finally restrained the urge to pull a shadow crack and return to the present world. She had gradually calmed down. After the huge and terrifying strange feeling and the oppression slightly receded, she took a breath, looked up at the direction of the "shadow army" under her feet. She stepped a little and jumped towards the top of another nearby building.

She wanted to see where such a huge number of shadow residents came from, explore the intelligence and report it in time... This is her mission.

Although the scene in front of her was strange and disturbing, at least one thing remained unchanged: the Shadow Inhabitants would not attack themselves, and these chaotic and suspicious "compatriots" were just as "suspicious" as ever. As long as she confirmed this, she would feel relieved.

Amber's figure began to move between continuous projections of buildings, leaping like agile swallow birds between the distorted walls, curled roofs and broken floating tiles, shadows lingering behind her like clouds, supporting her body across the sky in a completely contrary to gravity, and leaving behind a series of faint trace phantoms.

At her feet, the "army" composed of shadow residents was constantly shifting her sight, staring at the figure crossing the sky while continuing to move forward. This scene was silent and bizarre - but Amber forced herself to ignore the heavy pressure brought by these sights. She forced herself not to care about the army, but turned her eyes further away and into the vast suburbs outside the city.

I don't know how long she had passed the boundary of the city. At the end of this distorted projection, there was the boundless wilderness outside the city of Cecil. On the vast land, what she saw were still countless shadow residents, unable to see the source or the end. They seemed to be gathering from a more distant place and continuing a mysterious "marching".

Amber suspected that even if she followed the source of this army for a whole day, she would not be able to see the starting point of this army... She even suspected that all the shadow residents of the entire shadow world had gathered together and were moving towards a certain target.

This scene is like... a "pilgrimage".

Amber finally shook his head, turned around and tear open a shadow crack. The scenery of the world appeared opposite the shadow crack. I am afraid there will be no result if I continue to track it. The most urgent thing is to go back and report on my discovery.

She did not choose to return to Cecil Palace through the "shortcut" in the shadow world because she was worried that tearing open the "passage" to Cecil Palace in front of that "army" would cause unpredictable trouble. After all,... she actually didn't know much about her silent and weird "compatriots".

...

The fine waves hit the black coastal reefs below. The sea water turned into white foam with the sound of striking, and was dyed with an orange-red ray in the sinking sunlight. The steep cliffs standing on the waves. Faced with the erosion caused by the sea breeze, the entire cliffs were mottled and peeled.

And just on the top of this cliff that seems not very stable and reliable, there are rows of houses and towers with gloomy styles arranged. It is a completely different architectural style from the Loren countries. Its slender roofs, dark walls and deliberately highlighted spire structures all seem to have a certain mysterious texture.

A young woman with black shawl hair and a faint scar under her cheek stood on the edge of this "coastal cliff city", quietly overlooking the broken waves striking on the coastline below the cliff, as if she was in deep thought. It took her unknown time to withdraw her gaze and look at the blocks in the city.

As a senior operating officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau, "Bird Bee" has been active in this violet city called Plandel for a year and a half as a foreign businessman. Although she could never find a way to go to the inland area, at least in this border city, she has become familiar with all the local customs and customs, and familiar with this city on the cliffs. But for some reason, she has become increasingly feeling that the city is bringing herself a strange sense of strangeness.

The city is still the original city, the buildings are still the original building, and there is no change in the locals living in this city, but all the information related to "outside the city", especially the "inland areas", has undergone subtle changes in the past half month to one month, and those who noticed this change seem to be the only "outsiders" like her.

The bee took a breath and turned toward the inner block. The houses and towers with gloomy styles were bathed in the afterglow of the sunset at dusk. The slender silhouettes of the buildings made her think of the bizarre light and shadows that she saw through the fences or the cracks between doors and windows. For some reason, these urban scenery that she used to seeing on weekdays actually gave her a dreamy sense of unreality.

There was a passerby approaching him on the street, a familiar local. The bee smiled on her face and walked forward calmly and greeted her: "Good afternoon, Mr. Torig."

"Good afternoon, Miss Flora - although it's almost evening now," replied the native called Torig, who smiled and said, "Flora" was the pseudonym used by the Bee in the city when she was operating in the city. "Have you gone to the coast again to see the scenery?"

"The shattered waves at dusk are very beautiful, especially when looking down from the high walls of Plandel," said Bird Bee casually. "I can't see such a scenery in my hometown. It's far from the sea, and only a river flows through the door."

"I remember it's called Baishuihe, right?" Torig responded enthusiastically. He seemed to have a good impression of "Miss Flora" in front of him. It was a very happy thing for him to talk to him on the roadside. "To be honest, I also yearn for the Loren continent on the other side of the sea. I have lived in this city for more than 20 years and have never seen the scenery of a foreign land..."

"My hometown does not have the open sea and the cliffs on the coastline, but there are endless forests and rolling mountains outside the city - Mr. Torig. If you are really interested, why not try to apply to the Lord Lord?" The corner of the bee curled up, quietly guiding the topic. "Now trade between Plandel and North Port has become the norm, and more and more Violet people have become merchants between the straits. You often help at the Chamber of Commerce. It should not be a problem to ask Mr. Clin of the Chamber of Commerce to help you issue a certificate document, right?"

"Ask a lord to apply?" Torig was stunned for a moment, as if his thoughts were interrupted for a moment, but after a second or two he reacted, with a helpless smile on his face, "I don't think I can pass the lord's review. He has never liked "inner city people" like me to be merchants. You know, the best choice for inner city people is to become a mage or alchemist. This is the responsibility in our bloodline. Running to the chamber of commerce like me is actually arousing the dissatisfaction of the elders in the family..."

The bee looked at Torig's eyes quietly, and then suddenly asked, "Speaking of all, the lord hasn't shown up for a long time. I remember... it's been almost a month, right?"

"Have you been so long?" Torig blinked in confusion, as if he had never thought about this question, but the next second, the expression on his face became normal, with a faint smile. "This is normal. The lord has always been a concise person. A high-level mage like him always puts his main energy into magic research."

"That's true," Bifeng laughed, as if she was just talking about some small things just now, and she changed the topic very naturally, "The weather is getting colder and colder. Is your uncle's side okay? I remember you mentioned to me before that your uncle suffers from stomach problems every winter, and I am just about to add a batch of medicinal materials from Beigang..."

"My uncle?" Torig blinked in confusion. He had been in such confusion since the beginning. Now this state of confusion seemed to have finally affected his external words and deeds: his speech speed began to become very slow, as if there were rusty gears spinning hard behind every sentence, "My uncle... Miss Flora... I don't quite understand what you... mean..."

"Uncle Tole, have you forgotten?" Bird Bee asked in a natural tone while paying attention to Torig's expression, "Don't he live in the city of Palansanto near the inland? You often contact us by letters - you have a good relationship with him. I remember that last winter he came to see you from Palansanto, and I also met him..."

Torig looked at the Bee confused. He was listening carefully to every word the black-haired girl in front of him who had scars on her face, but still had a charming word to him. However, each word formed a bizarre illusion in his mind, and reorganized completely incomprehensible language in the circle and entanglement, gradually accumulated in his thoughts and changed...

But suddenly, the confusion on Torig's face disappeared, and his body shook imperceptibly, as if his thinking was restarting. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a normal and natural smile: "The Lord has always been a concise person. A high-level mage like him always puts his main energy into magic research..."

The bee quietly stared at the young man who was born and raised in Plandel, watching the other person's natural smile.

She knew that this was really a flesh-and-blood, living person in front of her.

But not exactly.

"That's true," the young brunette girl laughed, then waved her hand and said goodbye, "It's getting late, I have to go back to the store to take over. Goodbye, Mr. Torig-we had a great conversation."

"Of course, Miss Flora, I...I'm very happy too," Torig responded quickly, his tone a little nervous. He couldn't help but say something more when he saw the black-haired girl in front of him about to walk away, "That... can you have a meal together tomorrow at noon? I prepared the best pine cheese, which was made from the best cheese workshop in the city..."

"Sorry, I have some arrangements tomorrow," Quefeng shook her head with apologies, "But I will take the initiative to visit next time I have the chance."

She waved her hand and turned away, heading towards the ramp leading to the inner block, and the moment she turned around, the faint smile on her face slightly retracted, and a hint of caution and seriousness appeared.

Plandel does not produce pine cheese at all, which is a specialty of the inland city of Palan Santo.

The new setting has been changed, and the "cutting" between this city and the "violet inland" is becoming more and more obvious...

The Bee no longer stayed in the city's border areas. She quickly passed through the border areas and familiar shops, and entered the inner blocks of Plandel before the night fell.

The magic street lights on both sides of the road gradually became brighter, and the soft light was dispelling the darkness in the city. As we entered the internal blocks, more pedestrians were seen on the road, and the crowds of people drove away the cold and loneliness brought by the arrival of night.

The bee slowed down and walked through the wide and neat streets of the city like an ordinary citizen. The pedestrians passing by in front of her were wearing violet kingdom-style clothing. The coats with dark colors were dark and elegant, and at the same time they were surrounded by a sense of distance. Just like the impression this mysterious hidden country left on other countries on the continent of Loren, the magic street lights with iron carvings on the roadside sprinkled a warm light yellow light, leaving a projection of varying depths under the feet of pedestrians on the road.

Lights were also lit in the windows of critical shops on both sides of the street. Occasionally, the doors of the shops were pushed open, and the crisp copper ringtones jingled.

This is a very normal street scene. The bee has been active here for a year and a half and has watched it for a year and a half, and has become accustomed to it.

But for some reason, an indescribable sense of incongruity always popped up from the bottom of her heart. Even when she looked at such a normal scenery, she felt that everything she saw seemed to be covered with a suspicious veil, and she felt that the whole city was "deceiving" her.

If the abnormal situations she discovered here over the past period of time are all conclusions drawn from clues and summaries of intelligence, then at this moment... she seems to be directly "touching" the abnormality of this coastal city.
Chapter completed!