A four-wheeled carriage goes straight from the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The summit area of ​​Mount St. Hilde is now considered lonely and desolate, without the occasion of bright lights and guests gathering at night.

The mansions were painted black, with seals on the front and back doors of each house, guarded by Imperial soldiers.

Among those mansions with lights on, only the official residence of Rear Admiral Papasi was very lively.

Teams of sailors patrolled and wandered around Papasi's official residence. The lights were brightly lit, and the melodious music drifted through the dense landscape woods with the wind, and half of the mountaintop area could be clearly heard.

At the end of the main road in the Peak District, at the northernmost end of the Peak District, a small gray building crawled there in a thick oak forest.

It is very different from Tulun Port's exquisite, gorgeous, extremely exaggerated and luxurious style. This small building adheres to the architectural style of the northern part of the empire, especially the Great Everglades area. It is made of huge stones, with a conservative and low-key appearance, without any exterior decoration, and is more like a battle fort with more than a comfortable mansion.

On the east and west sides of the building, there is a tower dozens of feet tall standing.

The two towers are obviously more defensive than the decorative function. You can see the dark muzzles protruding from the tower from afar, and there are warriors wearing armor on duty on the tower.

Here is the official residence of the Inspector General of the Southern Special Zone Supervision Department, composed of Tulun Port and the three surrounding provinces, Vigral, the Imperial Marquis, in Tulun Port.

The four-wheeled carriage walked straight along the road, passed through the silent luxury mansions, and finally came to this gray building.

Sean, a third-class secretary of the Tulun Port Supervision Office, stood in front of the door of the small building. When he saw the four-wheeled carriage driving in, he hurriedly walked down the steps. After the carriage stopped, he gently opened the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Sean!" Hesen didn't need to pedal and took a step forward and stood firmly on the ground: "His Excellency Viglar, are you below?"

"I'll just wait for you." Sean replied with a smile.

Qiao was also light in his steps, and without the help of the carriage pedal, he landed on the ground with a slight step. He was proud and jumped gently on the spot. Hey, the landing was silent, as light as a mayfly, which felt great.

Hesen waved his hand, and Sean led the way in front, leading Hesen and Joe into the small building.

Several people climbed up the third floor along the stairs and entered Viglar's study. From the secret room behind the bookshelf, they opened the secret door and entered a circling down staircase, which was nearly two hundred feet deep into the ground.

Setting up a secret room, a secret door, and a secret passage in the master's study. In Qiao's opinion, this design is a bit cliché.

But he was inexplicably excited.

There is no doubt that Inspector General Viglar is the most powerful person in the entire Southern District. The only one who can barely compete with him is Duke Ross. In some special circumstances, his power will surpass Duke Ross and have the highest power of the Southern District.

Being able to enter the secret passage of Viglar's official residence, Joe has a kind of recognition, acknowledgement, an excitement that he has become a truly adult and is qualified to participate in certain secrets.

In particular, he came here with Hesen.

Looking at Hessen's broad and heavy back walking ahead, Joe's mood became more and more beautiful.

From yesterday to today, he has grown up and has the power to follow Hessen and participate in some truly important and well-connected secret events... This feeling is very good.

Qiao couldn't help but lift her chest and raised her head high.

Hessen took him here directly, entered Vigral's official residence, entered his study, and entered the secret passage... This proved that not only Hessen recognized himself, but Joe also received a certain degree of recognition in Vigral.

This feeling of being recognized is very important for a young man who has just held a coming-of-age ceremony.

The stone spiral staircase was narrow and secluded. Small square lamps were taken out from the wall next to the staircase. The whale oil lamps were burning silently, emitting a sharp light, but they could not completely illuminate the staircase.

The lower the light around it becomes.

Moreover, Qiao rushed to the sky with a sharp sense of keen perception and clearly felt that inexplicable roars came from the air and in the void.

The air was shaking like a wave of water, and the void was trembling slightly like an elastic butter pudding. An invisible force involved Qiao's body and gradually eroded into his body, invading little by little, just like a drowning person being buried in deep water, and the cold and bone-black spring water was constantly invading his seven orifices.

"Hmph!" Hesen, who was walking in front, sneered.

A scorching and violent aura erupted from Hessen's body, and it felt like a Thor's cannon shell exploded at close range. Joe and Sean felt the violent at the same time, and the domineering light and heat exploded in front of their eyes.

The inexplicable roar disappeared, the distorted shock disappeared, and the cold and invisible power disappeared without a trace.

Qiao exhaled heavily: "What an evil place."

Sean took a heavy breath: "Thank you, Lord Hesen. Please be careful, Officer Joe, this is a claustrophobic place."

"A claustrophobic place? What's the thing?" Joe asked Sean, who was walking in the front, curiously.

"My authority has no right to explain to you...the information I have cannot explain to you." Sean was silent for a while before sighing in a low voice: "However, it is a very dangerous place."

Hesen lit a big cigar at some point. He sniffed two sips of thick smoke, and then said in a muffled voice: "The place where the claustrophobic thing is to suppress certain taboo things. Joe, the broken stone slab you seized two days ago is here."

Joe raised his eyebrows.

He remembered that the black slab that pressed Rafa on his chest had greatly suppressed Rafa's strength and overwhelmed his body.

Rafa kept saying that was a taboo thing?

There is a special place to seal and suppress such taboos under the Inspector General's residence?

The spiral staircase is at the end. Here is a room that is hundreds of feet long and about twenty feet wide. Like the claustrophobic temple under the imperial capital Hydra Fort, the room has dark walls, and on the walls are statues that are much smaller in size and are only a dozen feet tall.

Below these statues, there are also portals one by one.

However, the portal in this claustrophobic place is a portal that is about the size of an ordinary room door and is only eight feet tall, which makes both Joe and Hesen feel a little cramped.

Sean was in awe and curious, and quickly glanced at the claustrophobic place. Then he took a deep breath and brought Hesen and Qiao to the innermost door of the room, knocking hard three times on the black, silver-covered door.

"Your Excellency, they are here." Sean shouted.

Viglar's cold voice came from the door: "Hisen, and Officer Joe, please come in, it's about to start...Shawn, come in too, young people, you need to gain more knowledge."

Sean's face suddenly turned red. He grabbed the door handle excitedly, gently pushed open the door, and said loudly: "As for orders, yoursel...please come in, Lord Hesen, and Officer Joe."

Behind the portal is a short silver corridor.

At the end of the silver corridor is a small room with a length of more than 20 feet wide.

Inside the room, there was an old and broken wooden desk with a dark mechanical typewriter on it.

Viglar stood at the desk, with the Marquis of Seajac on the left, and the Duke of Rose who was impatient with his face and was holding a small folding fan in his right hand.

In the corner of the room, an old man with a short stature, pale face and a cold smell like a dead body stood there quietly.

After Qiao entered the door, he subconsciously looked around. His eyes swept over the old man, and his heart suddenly twitched - the Abyss Ephemeral Potion, which greatly improved his perception.

But he just couldn't detect the existence of this old man. In his perception, the corner was clearly blank.

Qiao looked at the old man more, and the old man turned his head, grinned at Qiao, and showed a smile without a smile.

Qiao nodded to the old man, and then his attention was attracted by the twisted iron-gray lines on the wall. The messy, messy iron-gray lines like children's graffiti made Qiao feel that there were many huge Hydras squirming and struggling on the wall, as if they were about to break through the wall and break into this world.

In the air, sharp roars kept ringing.

‘hiss’, ‘hiss’, ‘hiss’… makes people feel cold and stiff all over. This is the roar that some terrifying creature can instinctively make when hunting… Danger, terror, great danger, great horror…

The air is squirming, the void is twisting, and huge pressure is emitted from the void. The blood-colored gems inlaid on the walls are flashing with cold and cruel fierce light, as if they are going to penetrate into your mind along the eyes of people.

Qiao inexplicably began to breathe slowly and longly with the breathing frequency in the "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method"...

Inexplicably, the twisted and squirming lines on the wall stopped.

The invisible pressure disappeared.

The evil lights flashing among the blood-colored gems have become clear and wise... Yes, these lifeless gems, their flashes, give people a kind of wise glory that only ancient existences have experienced countless years...

Joe looked at the typewriter on his desk.

Qiao dared to swear that before he could see clearly what this damn typewriter looked like, the typing sound of "da da da da da da" sounded in his mind.

Joe has seen the latest mechanical typewriter in Tifa's study.

As a trainee judge at the Tulum Port District Court, Tifa has many paperwork in the District Court and has to work overtime overnight at home.

Joe had heard the movements that Tifa made.

But this damn typewriter, the "da" sound he made in Qiao's mind was so dense and loud...

‘Da da da da da da da da da…’

It feels like there are ten thousand and one million tifas typing at the same time.
Chapter completed!