Chapter 175 Visitors

The morning sun shone in from the windowsill, shining on the picture frame lying quietly on the ground. The sunlight made the metal picture frame glow with brass luster. A quiet and peaceful atmosphere filled the surroundings. Camus' eyes flashed, because he knew that this was his illusion. Everything that happened before was still echoing in his mind. This item was dangerous. Thinking of this, Camus looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, then looked at the picture frame on the ground, and walked over with the quill pen.

"Kadom...Kadom", Camus's actions seemed to wake up the sleeping picture frame. For a moment, Camus's night gradually became illusory. A low and deep whisper appeared in Camus' ears, and an invisible strange wave unconsciously affected Camus.

Camus opened the Eye of Truth with a cold look in his eyes, and saw an illusory black door appear above the picture frame in his eyes, a door that exudes a dark luster and has a twisted power. The door is engraved with ancient and heavy patterns, and a sense of vicissitudes and mystery is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Seeing this, Camus secretly felt lucky that he discovered it early. If he waited for it to really wake up, he would be in big trouble.

"You should go back. You did something you shouldn't have done." The terrifying and gloomy whisper appeared in Camus' ears. Camus sneered in his heart and squatted down with a firm look in his eyes.

Because the front of the picture frame is connected to the ground, and the symbol needs to be drawn on the front of the picture frame, that is to say...

Thinking of it, Camus gently turned the picture frame over.

"Pah..." The sound of the picture frame falling echoed in the room. In my eyes, the deep and ancient picture frame had completely changed. The whole picture frame exuded a dark red light, and the eerie black door also turned blood red. A red, twisted fluid flowed on the door. The door also expanded, shrunk, expanded, and shrunk in my eyes, as if it had vitality.

"Kadom... Kadom, let me go." A hoarse and crazy cry came from behind the door. It was a man's roar, and a child's cry of fear. It was extremely creepy. This terrifying and bewitching sound made Camus's actions stiffen, and his movements slowly stiffened.

"Asshole"

Suddenly, Camus, whose eyes were gradually dull, suddenly woke up, and he put down the feather pen with a firm expression.

"Ah..." A miserable howl came from the picture frame. Every time the feather pen fell, a blurry light and shadow from the sunlight outside the window gathered between the patterns. The frightening sound gradually disappeared. Camus quickly drew the answer, a regular triangle pattern emitting a faint golden light. There was a circle around it that imprisoned the regular triangle.

"Boom..." A golden flame suddenly ignited on the completed symbol, and then disappeared into the picture frame.

"Did it succeed?" Camus said in a relaxed tone. He grabbed the picture frame that did not respond at all and smiled. Everything went smoothly. Of course, this was thanks to his weakness.

Camus felt the coldness in his hand and was thinking in his heart, if he didn't have this thing, what would happen to the third-level nightmare of the Candlelight Society?

"Let's talk about it later. So many people died, the other party should be more obedient, right?" Camus murmured softly and put the picture frame solemnly into the cabinet. Just as he was about to drink a cup of coffee to celebrate his success, the doorbell rang at the door.

"Ding-ling-ling..." The crisp and deep ringing sound made Camus frown slightly. He had never heard the sound of his doorbell until now. Could it be a guest? After thinking about it, Camus quickly ran down the stairs, and signaled Nicole and Hulin to hide. He was almost going crazy with poverty, and he didn't want these two to scare the guests away.

"Ka... Hello..." Camus opened the door with a happy face, and was stunned when he saw the visitor. His tone became stiff, and he recalled in his mind whether he knew these three people?

There were five gentlemen in high-collared black tuxedos in front of his house. The leader was a middle-aged man with brown hair. He wore black gloves and held a silver-studded oak cane in his hand. There was a silver pendant in his front pocket. Behind him were four slightly younger men.

"Hello, Mr. Raymond Camus, my name is Gardos, do you mind if there are too many people?" The middle-aged man raised his eyes slightly when he saw Camus, looked at Camus carefully, and looked at him a few more times at the position of his glasses, and greeted Camus in a mellow and slightly indifferent voice.

"Hello..." Camus immediately smiled and gently extended his hand. No matter what the other party's purpose was, politeness was what a gentleman should do.

A smile appeared on the other party's stiff face. He gently took off his black gloves, revealing slightly pale fingers, and slowly held Camus's palm.

The moment Camus held the other party's palm, his cold palm made Camus' palm jump slightly, and Camus' mind was full of surprise.

It was so cold, like an ice cube.

"I'm sorry to bother you in the morning. I hope our presumptuous visit will not embarrass you." The middle-aged man spoke calmly.

"Oh... please come in. I just need a few friends to have morning tea together. I'm glad to meet you. Please come in." Camus smiled slightly and made way.

The dense sound of leather shoes echoed in the room. After Camus arranged several people on the sofa, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, there is no black tea at home. Do you mind drinking coffee?"

"Thank you, you are welcome." The middle-aged man held his hands on the silver-studded cane, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the house.

Hearing this, Camus walked gently to the kitchen to prepare coffee for these early guests.

"There is a faint smell of light, like the smell of concentrated holy water, mixed with other strong materials." The blond man next to the middle-aged man sniffed and spoke softly.

"He is a makeup artist. They are knowledgeable, well-versed in ancient languages, and proficient in ritual magic and sacrificial magic..." The middle-aged man spoke softly, and stopped talking halfway because Camus had already walked out with coffee.

"I'm sorry, this is the coffee I made, you try it." Camus pushed their coffee in front of each other, with an apology on his face. This was not a false apology, but a real apology.

"Thank you, it's great." The middle-aged man gently picked up the coffee and took a sip, praising it softly, while the others did not move. Seeing this, Camus had a bottom line in his heart.

"Mr. Camus, what we are looking for you for is very simple. It is said that you are one of the parties involved in the loss of the warship, and you are also a makeup artist who is proficient in foresight and magic." The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee and spoke directly. His answer also cleared the fog in Camus' heart.

"Of course, I have been here since that incident, and I also saw some scenes at the suggestion of my captain." Camus sat down in his original position, recalling the scenes at that time in his mind, and narrating softly.

"At that time, the entire port was basically dead, and the bodies were completely rotten the next day. Combining the scenes I saw and the results at that time, we concluded that the people of the Rose Sect robbed the port." Hearing that Camus' answer was exactly the same as the record of the incident, the middle-aged man nodded gently.

"We all know these, and we also know the warships traded between the 'Black Rose' and the 'Maritime Gang'. The purpose of looking for you is that I want to find the person who hijacked the warship through you, that is, the woman of the Rose Sect." The middle-aged man rubbed his thumb on the cane and said the reason for coming here in a flat tone.

Camus' heart skipped a beat, and after thinking for a moment, he described the scene he saw, "That was a butterfly girl, a butterfly girl with golden wings. I saw her on the glass of the ship window."

"I know, and I also know her name, Maya Lausi, a Sequence Eleven who has reached at least Stage Two. The purpose of my coming here is to find her through your means." At this time, the middle-aged man's face was slightly excited, and he spoke in a hurried tone.