The crow in the cage suddenly stopped crying. At the same time, the swollen body began to shrink inward rapidly, and soon returned to its usual size.

   "He found the soul of the dead." Gewei looked surprised.

  But the smile on her face hadn't lasted for a second, but the crow that returned to normal in the next moment suddenly expanded, filling the entire cage in an instant, without friction and squeezing.

  The crow that swelled to the limit exploded into pieces of meat in the sky with a bang.

   "What is this, failure or success?"

  Henrik blocked the splashing minced meat and asked.

  "At the last moment, the crow found the soul of the dead, but for unknown reasons, it could not summon it back."

   "It feels like his soul has been imprisoned in one place..." Speaking of this, Gewei's eyes lit up.

  "This situation seems to be somewhat similar to Stephen, except that Stephen is still alive."

  The expression on Roger's face was somewhat solemn.

   "Maybe Stephen is the next Edward, he has run out of time."

   "It's not entirely without gain."

  A looming figure crawled out of the shattered flesh and blood of the crow, with blurred features, and it looked a bit like Edward before his death.

   Immediately after the broken flesh and blood merged back together, the crow was restored to its former appearance, and the vague black shadow was also submerged in the crow's body.

  Fluttering!

  The crow flapped its wings and jumped onto the chandelier on the roof.

  Slightly **** eyes, watching everyone.

   "Although the spell failed and failed to fully summon the part of Edward's soul, it at least determined a general direction for us."

   "With the guidance of this crow, we can find the place where Edward's soul is imprisoned, and the missing part of Stephen is likely to be there."

   Just then, Veronica, who went out to inquire about the news, also called.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't find any news related to the castle adventure and the party. In addition, I also inquired about the vehicle that Stephen and others traveled half a month ago, but there is no clue."

   "This is so strange, it seems that there is a mysterious power that erases all of this."

  Veronica's voice was a little frustrated.

  "What do you think this is?"

  At this moment, Henrik suddenly pointed to the trace left in the middle of the circle and said.

  The wax tears left by the burning of the white candle flowed slowly, gathering in the center of the circle, forming a line of distorted text.

  Glastonbury Abbey.

  "Is it the place where King Arthur was buried?"

   Henrik asked.

  Glastonbury was originally an ordinary place, but because of the tomb of King Arthur, it became a famous tourist attraction. Although many people have not visited this place, they have heard of it.

   "King Arthur is just a name coined by novelists. The sword in the stone does exist, but there is no such person as Arthur in the extraordinary world."

  "In comparison, another person’s name is more famous."

   Gewei added.

   "Bedwell."

   "The first and final knight, in the legend, he ended up in a secluded monastery in Glastonbury."

   "As for which monastery it is, I don't know."

   "Can this matter still be related to the Knights of the Round Table?"

  Roger had some bad feelings in his heart.

  The hermitage of the inheritance knight, no matter from which angle, it is unlikely that there will be evil forces at work.

  But the clue in front of me pointed to that place.

   "Go, let's go there together."

  Glastonbury is not far from the fog, geographically it is in the southwest direction of the fog. After leaving Edward's villa, it took less than two hours for everyone to come to this famous tourist attraction.

  It attracts tourists from all over the world throughout the year, and the most eye-catching one is the legendary tomb of Arthur.

  For whatever reason, everyone came to Arthur’s Tomb to visit it. Unexpectedly, the area here is much smaller than expected, but the pedestrians who come and go are still eager to explore the legend of King Arthur.

  "...In the end, King Arthur was buried here."

  There was a voice not far away. It was a tour group with tourists from other countries visiting the tomb of King Arthur.

  "The legend is false, and the tomb is naturally empty."

  Henrik murmured, he glanced at Roger, "You said that since the character of King Arthur does not exist, is it an empty coffin buried below, or just find something else and stuff it in?"

  Everyone was saying this, an old man not far away suddenly noticed the crow standing on Gewei's shoulder, and he separated from the crowd and walked to Gewei's side.

  "Is this your pet? Miss, it’s the first time I saw someone train a crow to this level."

  The old man reached out his hand as if intending to touch the sharp beak of the crow. Roger then noticed that the old man was tall, but his left sleeve was empty.

  Fluttering!

  The crow flapped its wings, jumped from Gewei's shoulder, and flew out.

  "Little things with spirituality."

  The old man retracted his gaze and followed Roger’s gaze, “I participated in the battle when I was young, and my arm stayed on the foreign land forever.”

  Roger smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned and followed Gewei's departure direction to catch up.

"what happened?"

  Roger thought it was Gewei who controlled the crow on her shoulder to leave, but after walking out of the scenic area, he found that the crow seemed to be looking for something deliberately.

   Stop and go, guiding everyone out of the town.

  For safety reasons, Veronica and Stephen were left in the fairy tale world by Roger. As the owner of the manuscript, the place where Veronica and others were located was delineated by Roger as a safe zone.

  So that he doesn’t have to worry about accidents between the two of them.

  "This crow is shaped by a little spirituality in Edward's soul. It should be close enough to trigger the connection between each other."

"Following him, we may be able to find the castle where Stephen and others have been, or the real place where Edward's soul was imprisoned~lightnovelpub.net~ After entering the woods, the speed of the crows became faster, Roger waited. People also increase their speed accordingly.

  At the same time, in the tomb of King Arthur, the one-armed old man who spoke to Roger and others before slowly returned to the crowd.

  He glanced around, his calm eyes imprinted everyone present in his brain, it felt like a lion was choosing delicious food in his territory.

  "Thank you for your recommendation, it turns out that there is an old castle that has been preserved for hundreds of years around here."

  Several young people waved goodbye to the one-armed old man, and he separated the crowd and drove out of the scenic spot.

  Crossed a section of the highway, followed a remote path into the mountain, and then turned over a hill, and a calm sapphire lake appeared in front of you.

  In front of the lake, there is a unique wooden house.

  Parked the car, and simply tidied up. The old man sat on the deck chair in front of the lake. Glastonbury rarely rained, it seemed to be a good weather.

  The old man put a straw hat on his face, holding a fishing rod in one hand, and lay on it comfortably.

  The breeze blew, wrinkling the lake water.

  The roar of cars was heard in the distance, and it seemed that an unexpected guest had entered here.