Watching Marek and Gildo leave in a hurry in the carriage, Sigmun couldn't help but feel a little funny.

His own captain still deeply understood the true meaning of a man.

Shrink freely.

You can show off and admit defeat.

This time Sigmun did not follow, because in Marek's eyes, Selwin's death was completely unrelated to Sigmun, and he did not even mention this matter to Sigmun.

In his understanding, Sigmun only thought Selwin was missing.

At the beginning, Marek made up his mind to carry out resistance and cheating to the end.

After all, the original Selwin Sun Priest in the City Hall suddenly became the church knight Ed, but Marek ignored Ed's words at all, crippled the other party and threw it directly into the bottom floor of the Demon Hunter's headquarters.

As for Selwin's disappearance?

Without Ed's direct confession, who knows where Selwin went?

Marek didn't want to admit it at all. Even if the matter was exposed, he had sufficient reasons to keep himself safe.

However, it is obvious that in just less than two months, three church members were lost in a row.

The second-level demon hunter Luda disappeared, the third-level Luyan knight Benite lost control, and the most recent fourth-level Rose Knight Selwin disappeared, and the third-level Ed was imprisoned.

Several incidents caused the Oracle Church to lose all its face in Liam City, and its original influence was shaky.

So this time, in order to show importance, two ranks of 5 were sent in one go, showing their determination to never give up until the problem is solved.

Marek also saw the relationship clearly, so he became particularly positive.

When leaving the office and downstairs, Sigmun met the fat little Harris.

"I have investigated the doctor's new female companion. Miya is indeed from Gewen Town. She originally had a sister, but she disappeared for no reason a few months ago. The police investigated for a long time without results."

"Sister?" Sigmun became alert.

"I found someone to paint a portrait of the missing girl. Do you think it's a bit familiar?"

Taking the blank paper handed over by Harris, Sigmon glanced at it a few times, "This girl looks a bit similar to Gris."

"I think so too." The fat man nodded.

A trace of understanding flashed in his heart. Sigmun understood that Mia's sister was most likely killed by Gris, and then made a guiding potion, which led to the birth of Gris.

"Our doctor really has a special liking for red-haired estrus." Sigmun couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that this should be just a normal relationship. Have you noticed any abnormalities recently?"

"No, the doctor's room has some spiritual defense. I dare not enter easily. I just followed Miya out on a routine basis. This girl has few hobbies and has no friends here." The fat man spread his hands.

"Occasionally I go to Cross Street to buy something. He was originally a small town girl and was more interested in some small things."

"Okay, observe for a few more days and you can give up if there is no result."

"Free to contact me any questions."

He pointed to the pen that was far from Harris's chest.

"Don't worry, Sigmun!" He seemed very happy to be able to help, and the pen that Sigmun temporarily lent him to him made him feel that he had opened up a new world.

After looking at the time and walking around the consulting company, Sigmun got off work leisurely and leisurely.

When driving the carriage back to Elm Street, Sigmun saw Onela's anxious figure from afar.

"Thank God!" Onina breathed a sigh of relief when Sigmun appeared.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw something again..."

"Have you had hallucinations again? How about your mental state? This should be the first time we have since returned from the coast..."

"Listen to me about Sigmun!" Onila interrupted Sigmun rudely.

Her body shivered slightly, and Onira's eyes were covered with blood. She stared at Sigmun's face and said something difficult.

"I saw you...you were killed, right in the crossroads!"

"What?!"

The impact of Onira made Sigmun lose his mind for a moment. He thought for a while before he asked back with a little confusion: "Are you sure? Are you sure you see me?"

Onila nodded, "It's not wrong, you're penetrated through your chest in the crossroads, and then you rolled into the shops on the street, and then a crack in the sky, and a flame-burning meteorite descended from the sky."

"Hu..." Sigmun breathed a sigh of relief.

Onela predicted the truth that he had experienced, the fire in the bell tower, the death of Grace, the old women who died in the town by accident, and the messages they received in the ruined tower.

And from all the signs, the scenes that Onira predicted will be...

etc!

At this time, a word suddenly flashed through Sigmun's heart.

Everything you see cannot change.

Everything you see, everything you see!

If this ability is simply seen and indicates that the future cannot make any changes, what is the meaning of this ability?

Use it to make money in the business society? Let yourself always follow the trend?

No, maybe the key lies in what you see.

After all, what you see is not what you gain.

"Don't worry, we are now in Elm Street, and according to you, I died at Cross Street, that is, my death is not coming, at least temporarily safe." He smiled and joked, slightly relieved Onila's nervousness.

"Tell me everything you see, no, to avoid omissions, use a pen to describe what you see, and don't miss any details."

"Okay." Onela nodded, walked into the room under Sigmun's leadership, drank something, her mood stabilized a lot. After recalling a little, Onela sat at the table and picked up the pen.

Crackling!

A large hole was broken into the colorful window glass. In a room on the third floor of the Vanny Jewelry Store, Sigmun flew out of the room like a cannonball, and was about to stand up after landing.

The pedestrians on the street were attracted by the loud noise of the jewelry store and all looked at Sigmun.

In the broken window, a dark shadow approached, his appearance...

After writing this, Onira hesitated for a moment, and after applying it several times, she left a blank space, and then continued to write.

The man threw out a cane with a jagged shape. Sigmun wanted to do something, but at this moment, his movements paused for some reason.

Then the jagged cane suddenly appeared and pierced his chest!

The bright red blood spilled onto the ground along the wound that penetrated, and the powerful force knocked Sigmun away and smashed into the shop in the distance.

A crack suddenly broke out above the shop, and a fire-burning meteorite fell from the sky.

The terrible high temperature swept the entire street, and the shops were razed to the ground. When the explosion subsided, the houses disappeared, leaving only a ball of black and gray on the spot.

The street was full of screams and shouts, and the heat was surging, and a broken newspaper fell on the street from nowhere.

"Do you still remember the date in the newspaper?" Sigmun asked anxiously when he saw this.

Beads of sweat oozed out from their foreheads, and after a moment Onila raised her head.

“June 18th is today.”

"That is," smiled self-deprecatingly, and Sigmun breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!