652, Dusk Bell: Danger

Not a soul slept that night.

After leaving Matthew's room, Tiquel walked along the dimly lit underground passage.

The old tungsten bulbs had blackened, casting elongated shadows of him in the yellowing light.

Gradually.

Tiquel arrived at a dark corner.

All he could see was pitch-blackness.

In the darkness.

Tiquel's voice echoed, "I still haven't figured out Matthew's secret, but he is very interested in the Voodoo Cult and seems to be considering a personal visit, which might be an opportunity."

"According to him, the Vanity Sect will also be there, aiming for a stele."

Right after.

Another hoarse voice took over, "A stele? It must be one of the four Demon Steles. The Wittebach family owns one, the Public Sea has another, the Vanity Church has one themselves, and the last is with the Voodoo Cult."

"Did Matthew say anything else?"

Tiquel replied, "Not really, he's more concerned about the curse, but has no clue who's behind it."