Inside the cafe, the gray mist surged up once again.

First, the white-bone mask appeared, then like a modern gentleman, Shen Yi slowly emerged from the fog.

The white mask popped out of the shadow under his feet and automatically flew to his hand.

Instantly the disguise of “Quiet Singer” was gone, leaving the attire of the cafe owner.

Coke came over from the side and looked at him in disbelief, as if incredulous.

When Shen Yi saw Coke’s strange expression, he felt very funny.

The expressions made by Coke had always been quite human, especially the shocked and frightened face.

Not only would the Coke make expressions, but sometimes it would match in with the lifting of the paw, which was more interesting than many cats he had seen.

Shen Yi with a gentle smile, crouched down in front of Coke, reached over and rubbed its little chin.

On the other hand, the flabbergasted Coke stood motionless on the ground and let him stroke it, not daring to move at all.

Shen Yi said with a smile, “I’m just like you now, I haven’t slept at night.”

“Tonight I went to fix a small matter, a little problem.”

“I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve been forgetting about you. Well, I’ll fix your problem soon…and the new door.”

The “your problem” in Shen Yi’s mouth naturally refers to the cat litter boxes, cat food, and cat toys.

But when it came to Coke it shuddered. It reached out its two front paws, hugged Shen Yi’s arm, and rested its head on it, staring at him pitifully.

Shen Yi had no idea that he scared the coke, and rubbed its little head happily.

“Good boy.”

After stroking the cat, he got up from the ground and sighed softly.

“I’m tired.”

Haven’t slept for almost two nights.

Shen Yi covered his face and was a little dizzy.

He felt that if he held on any longer, the worldly gods that the major sects believed in would die suddenly.

‘At that time, will they summon a corpse?’

He really did not want to know the answer.

As for the matter of the Quiet Word, it was useless to think about it anymore. He was sure that George would come to the cafe to give himself a result.

Moreover, at that time, the Quiet Word had been forced to a dead end.

“It’s almost dawn.”

Rather than experimenting with the new powers and new mysterious relics, he felt that it was better to go to sleep immediately.

But where to sleep?

He couldn’t squeeze in a bed with a little girl.

He slopped down in the chair, it was the same chair he had been sitting on in the middle of the night.

“As a result, I can only sit here and continue to sleep in the chair.”

Shen Yi closed his eyes and soon relaxed his consciousness, and was about to drift off to sleep.

Just when he was about to drift off, a little girl’s voice came to his ears.

“Lord Messenger.”

In a trance, he woke up and saw Aina standing right in front of him.

She was standing not far away, wearing a velvet black robe that still had bloodstains on it, and her face was filled with a reverent look and a lot of dismay.

She said softly, “I’m leaving.”

Shen Yi was dumbfounded and sobered up a lot.

Aina nodded her head and said with a determined look, “The people from the Order came to me, they asked me to go back, saying that I must be in the Order now .”

She thought for a moment and continued, “The high priest is also still alive after the attack, he said that the Order needs me very much now, and all those children also need me.”

Shen Yi nodded his head in response and said nothing. In fact, his heart was leaping for joy, finally his bed could be vacated.

However, his expression was still gentle, and his tone was quite soft.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter if you stay for a few more days.”

Aina’s eyes lit up.

As soon as Shen Yi finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the face. Why should he retain her? What qualifications did he have to let her stay with only one bed?

‘She’s not a cat. You can keep it if you want.’

So he immediately added, “What do you want to do about the Chaos Remnant Order?”

Aina bit her lip and said, “I want to talk to the high priest first, and to make a collective change, perhaps it is more important to understand what most people think than their individual will.”

Shen Yi nodded immediately, and said with a smile, “You understand very well, let’s go back to the sect, first.”

He couldn’t stand it any longer.

She wanted to say something more, but in the end, she said nothing, just silently thought in her heart.

‘Thank you for your help and care, Lord Divine Messenger …… I will definitely spread your name and let the people of the inner world know about your power and wisdom ……’

Shen Yi took the initiative to stand up, took another umbrella and handed it to Aina, who had not returned the umbrella she took last time.

“This is the second umbrella I’ve lent you. I hope you’ll return it safely next time.”

Aina nodded her head and took the umbrella and left the cafe with great reluctance.

Shen Yi and Coke, one person and one cat stood at the entrance of the cafe and watched her fading away.

After a minute, Shen Yi let out a long breath.

He immediately turned around and went back to the back room, laying down on the cot without hesitation, he didn’t even bother to take off his clothes.

The bed was neatly arranged by Aina, leaving behind a faint scent and warmth.

Less than ten seconds later, Shen Yi’s consciousness disappeared.

— — 

Opening the eyes.

He saw the familiar ceiling.

‘How long have I been sleeping …… It feels like a long time ……’

Taking in the seriously injured little girl, guiding the Anti-Magic Bureau to attack Quiet Words, summoned as a “Quiet Singer” and descended into the night sky to play the role of a god outside the world.

One by one, the past few days’ memories came up. It was difficult for him to imagine that all of this had happened within two days.

But after opening his eyes, it was still the same familiar ceiling that he had known since he came here.

He said to himself: “What I have experienced in the past two days is more like a dream.”

Even if it seems like a lifetime.

I’m still me.

He slowly sat up from the bed and felt completely refreshed and full of energy, but when he took out his phone, he found that he had only slept for five hours.

“Sleep seems to restore energy much faster than before.”

He shook his head and prepared to get up and wash up.

He made breakfast for himself, but found that it was really not as good as Aina’s.

The cafe without a door spent another night. He was relieved to see that the cafe hadn’t been ransacked, but he knew such a state cannot last long.

He said to himself: “Well, Beland’s security is still quite good, the people are simple …… No, let’s forget it, it’s actually not good at all.”

The cafe door was to be solved quickly. Shen Yi made a phone call to the relevant person and inquired about the installation of the door.

Negotiate the price for about an hour.

“Phew, the price reduction is a big success.”

Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a down-to-earth smile. He was simply happier at this moment than breaking the cult leader’s heart defense.

He returned to the back room, took out the notebook from the drawer, sat at the table and recorded everything that had happened last night.

📓Quiet Word – (Summoning) – Taken down.

Anti-Magic Bureau – Defeat Quiet Words.📓

He began to record the obtained information one by one, including the wonderful phenomena that would occur around after the “Quiet Singer” descended.

After noting down all the information, he put down the pen, but did not put away the notebook.

Because there were other things to record later.

“Next, let’s try out the new sacrifice and power.”

He now has a wonderful sense of anticipation, like an unboxing blogger, who had a new and exciting review experience at the end of each summons.

He took out the ‘Old Color Cross’ and began to experiment with various positions and even threw the cross out and watched it smash against the wall before falling down.

Despite several trials, he still could not find the effects of the old color cross.

For a while, he didn’t expect to hurt himself with a cross.

Coke has been squatting beside him all the time, his expression gradually became incomparably bewildered.

Shen Yi lacked sufficient occult knowledge, resulting in him being unable to use it correctly, like the transit ring on his hand.

The shadow mask was a coincidence, and he knew very well that not every time he would be lucky enough to unlock the effects of mysterious artifacts.

He took the cross color and sat back on his bed.

“I still need to supplement my occult knowledge to do so, but the knowledge in the library is limited after all ……”

This was a big difficulty for Shen Yi.

The occult knowledge in the library was limited and primitive, while the real occult knowledge was all in the inner world, even the untold secrets of many people.

How to get it? He couldn’t just ask Byron and George for it, can he?

“I still have to find a way to truly integrate into the inner world…”

Shen Yi temporarily put the old color cross into his clothes pocket. Although the use of the mysterious relic was still to be developed, but he could feel the new power was already stirring in.

He could already feel the new power he had gained this time around.

The new thing that appeared in his body was no longer a certain kind of airflow, but a faint coolness that gathered in the heart of his left hand.

The coolness gathered in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding a small piece of ice that would not melt, but as if he could “launch” it outward.

“Could it be that the power of the Quiet Singer is the opposite of the Lord of Ashes?”

Shen Yi had a speculation in his heart that his new power might be related to freezing because the manifestation of this power was both similar and different from the power of the Lord of Ashes.

He turned on the tap in the cafe, and a trickle of water flowed.

Shen Yi raised his left hand, mobilized the coolness in his hand to aim at the water flow, and tried to unleash new power.

The next moment, the water was “frozen”.

The water coming out of the faucet indeed no longer flowing down.

After being stunned for a moment, he realized that the water flow was not ‘frozen’, but stood ‘still’.

It was like the many raindrops that he had seen at night.

The water flowing out of the faucet, and the splash that fell into the sink, all remained in a subtle state of stillness, as if they were fixed in a frame cut out of “time”.

It’s the power of a Quiet Singer.