Blue Star, Jinghu Central City, District 42.

It was almost dusk, and the orange-red sunset light spread flat on the surface of the quiet lake, jumping with the swelling of the lake waves.

There are few pedestrians on the lakeside pier built with bluestones and traffic in the sun. Occasionally, I can see a passerby returning home in a late-night walk hurriedly through the mottled stone street, enter a waiting house, and pull up the log door in panic.

“Woo…”

At this time of morning and evening, a harsh alarm suddenly sounded, and the gray-white mist seeped out from the inner world, like the sea waves of high tide, passed the towering spire of the city hall in a very short time, and the entire Jinghu central city was submerged in the thick and wet fog.

“Um…”

In a two-story wooden house facing the street, An Wen was awakened by the alarm. He opened his eyes and slowly got up from the carved single wooden bed, walked barefoot across the warm wood grain floor, stood in front of the window and looked at the surging gray fog outside.

After this misty scene, after the self-hearted soul came to this world, replacing the drowning 8-year-old Xiao Anwen, he had been observing for nearly ten years, but he had never personally contacted it. However, from today on, there may be some differences.

An Wen's eyes showed a hint of expectation, turned around and left the window and walked to the left side of the room, opening the dark double door wardrobe.

Take out a light blue silk-lined tight hunting suit, dark gray scale-shaped vertical-collar windbreaker, gray wolf long leather boots from the wardrobe, and slowly change it in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the wall.

"Well, my sister's taste is still as outstanding as ever..."

An Wen reached out and brushed his scattered hair, looking at the handsome black-haired boy with silver eyes in the dressing mirror with satisfaction. Although his appearance in this life was not as ordinary as in the previous life, he was not much different from his previous life against the backdrop of his sister's careful clothes.

"An Wen, have you gotten up? The Trial Officer is already waiting for you..."

Sister Anran’s gentle and soft call came downstairs.

“Come now…”

An Wen raised his voice and responded, left in front of the dressing mirror at the corner of the wall, walked to the desk on the right, picked up the black sheathed single-edged long knife placed on it and lifted it in his left hand, and inserted several healing potions on the table into the belt slot. Finally, his eyes fell on the middle of the desk, and a fist-sized copper octagonal wind lamp, stretched out his right index finger and pressed it on it.

"Naso(light)!"

A little white light lit up from the top of An Wen's index finger, penetrated into the copper lamp and lit up the wick crystal. The lampshade of the octagonal copper lamp gradually disappeared, and only a little swaying flame was left floating slowly, hanging in the air about 3 feet (1 meter) above An Wen's head, emitting a soft light illuminating the entire room.

Very well, the first level of the trial passed smoothly.

An Wen looked up at the wick flame on his head and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was confident that he would not make any mistakes in lighting the lantern, he was still a little nervous before he really succeeded. After all, there were many final trials who fell on this step in the trial every year.

The lantern was successfully lit up, Anwen pushed open the door and went down the spiral staircase along the narrow second-floor corridor.

In the large living room downstairs, on the fabric sofa in front of the fireplace, Sister An Ran was carefully entertaining a middle-aged gentleman wearing one-sided glasses, black hunting suit, and expressionless face.

The middle-aged gentleman was very satisfied with An Wen's answer. He put away his quill, closed the folder, and raised his hand to signal An Wen to enter the next step of the trial.

An Wen did not answer. He followed the steps taught by the teacher during his study and began to eliminate the interference of smell, touch and hearing one by one, concentrate all his spirit on vision, and carefully observe the real world in front of him.

The three-dimensional real feeling of the long street in the lake was shrouded in fog, and the whole world collapsed in An Wen's observation. An invisible power pressed the real world into a thin layer, just like a reflection imprinted in water.
Chapter completed!