Marrakech is located in the western part of North Africa, not far southeast, and is the Atlas Mountains, the most important mountain range in North Africa.

This mountain range is like a giant supporting the sky, separating the relatively rich coastal North Africa from the barren Sahara Desert, becoming a watershed for rain and drought.

That being said, but in fact, even Marrakech, located on the west side of the Atlas Mountains and on the sea, does not rain much, and it can be called a semi-arid area.

To the southeast of this city is the Enfes River that crosses the Atlas Mountains. Compared to climbing over high mountains and ridges, following this river through the Atlas Mountains is a relatively stable passage.

In the north of Marrakech, there is the Tansift River. The two rivers converge, bringing abundant water to this drier land, making it a famous oasis in northern central Africa.

"Since ancient times, Marrakech has been the most important city in northwest Africa." Standing down from the sky, Natalia looked like a poet, saying in a sentimental and ups and downs, "To this day, many people call Morocco the 'Marrakech Kingdom' - in fact, Marrakech is also called 'Morocco City', and the name of Morocco comes from this."

Pan Long also looked at the city below. It was still the best time for the day to shine. Marrakech happened to be a sunny day. Under the brilliant sunshine, large areas of red clay buildings were connected together, showing a brilliant and vigorous vitality.

"Red is the color of blood and the color of life. Practitioners of invisible arts believe that the ancient Berbers pursued the mystery of invisible arts through asceticism. Most of them followed the path of blood, with the main direction of cultivation with the 'cup appearance' and 'heart appearance'. This ancient capital is the embodiment of their beliefs and culture."

Pan Long looked at the continuous red wall in surprise and couldn't help asking: "Can you say that the wall is covered with blood?"

Natalia smiled: "How is that possible! As far as I know, the walls of Marrakech are made of pure red clay. But... For invisible art, it does not necessarily mean that it can be 'blood'. The symbolic meaning is sometimes not worse than the real thing."

"Many cultists don't think so." Douglas spoke, "They always think that physical objects are better than symbols, and they will never use red pigments when they can use blood. And they also think that human blood is worse than animal blood... Obviously, in terms of the degree of vitality, unless they are invisible art practitioners, the vitality of most people is far less than that of cattle and horses!"

He probably accumulated a lot of complaints and continued to complain: "If you want blood that is so vital, why don't they just use their own blood? But every time I make this suggestion to them, they will most likely be angry and shout, "Are you fooling me?" and so on... it's ridiculous! Do they think they are not stupid enough? Even the great Si Chen can't make these idiots stupider!"

Pan Long interrupted his complaint: "Now you're at the place, do you know where Clifton and his men live?"

"I know, they opened a spice shop called "Sunshine" in Jemafna Square, selling special spices refined with the help of invisible art. It is said that the business is good and he has made a lot of money." He frowned and seemed a little disgusted, "Believe me, you won't want to know how those spices are made."

Pan Long sighed: "I have never been to this city. I have no idea where the square you mentioned is."

"Jermafna Square is easy to find. It is nearby, one of the most famous buildings in Marrakech, the Light Tower." Natalia said, looking down, then pointed her hand in a direction, "Look, that should be."

Pan Long looked in the direction she pointed and saw a towering tower among the trees. Not far away was a large square. There were many messy tents on the square, which looked very messy.

"That spice shop is inside a tent?" he asked.

"I think it should be on the side of the square - those tents don't look like they can make a lot of money," Douglas said. "It's too far here. We have to land on the ground and walk there to see clearly."

Pan Long nodded, waved his hand, and a strong wind blew, and dust flew.

With the dust and sand covering, the three of them had landed on the edge of the square and were slightly away from the nearby crowd.

At this time, you can see the usefulness of Douglas - although this senior detective has never been to Marrakech, he is very familiar with the customs and customs of North Africa. The costumes he chose for everyone seem to be no different from the locals in the square.

Of course, if a professional detective came to see, he could still see at a glance that these three people were completely different from the others in the square.

...They seem too confident and too calm.

This calmness comes from the confidence from the heart. Only those who fully believe in "I can do it" can reflect this calmness without being impatient. Even if a mountain collapses in front of him, he will not panic.

Douglas took two quick steps, grabbed a thin young man who seemed to be idle, and asked in French with a prominent North African accent: "I'm looking for a spice shop called 'Sunshine'. Do you know where it is?"

The young man was caught by him for no reason, very unhappy. He was about to have an attack, but he was glaring at his eyes like a falcon. He felt as if he was questioned by religious inspectors whether his faith was pious, and even his legs became a little weak for a moment.

Religious Inspectors have the right to behead the heresy directly!

The European Inquisition had lost power nearly a hundred years ago. Not long ago, the Roman Inquisition even changed its name to the Holy Holy Department, which was specifically responsible for dealing with blasphemy incidents within the Holy See and investigating and handling supernatural events - of course, what is more known to the public are the verbal battles they fought with Darwin's followers over the years.

The power of the Inquisition has basically been lost. Things like the "Natalia's original creation experiment" were definitely the result of being on the stolen stand a hundred years ago. They were nothing more than being burned to death by sulfur smoke like the unlucky Frenchman Jean-Dak, or being roasted for two hours like the more unlucky Spanish Miguel Servette. Anyway, they were burned to ashes and poured into water to receive the "purification of fire and water"...

But now it is not possible. Today, the Inquisition has only the ability to fight verbal battles. European countries - even Spain, the most radical on religious issues - can no longer tolerate the loss of power of judgment, and can't tolerate the existence of power other than the state that can condemn people.

Hi, the Pope has been destroyed by the Kingdom of Italy for almost forty years! There are more people who visit Garibaldi's tomb and memorial halls now than those who visit the Vatican...

Today, in Europe, the power of religion is becoming weaker, but in the Arab region, the power of religion is still strong.

If an ordinary civilian like this young man is judged as a heretic by the inspector, he will be beaten at the very least, and at the worst, he will be beheaded on the spot and put on his head and show his head!

When the young man thought of this, he couldn't help but feel trembling and couldn't even walk smoothly.

Fortunately, his mind is at least not broken, and he can still give Pan Long and the others the way.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the door of a shop located on the edge of the square.

The shop looked ordinary and didn't even have a decent sign. But when you got closer, you could smell a faint fragrance coming from it.

The fragrance is hard to tell what it is, but just by smelling it, it makes people feel energetic, and then a sense of heat arises naturally.

Pan Long, Natalia and Douglas all frowned slightly, and each used his own methods to drive away the heat in his heart and quickly returned to peace. But the thin young man naturally didn't have such ability. His face suddenly turned red slightly, and there were suspicious bulges on his pants.

Douglas gave up his hand and said coldly: "You can leave now."

With this sentence, the power of "cast form" penetrated into the young man's body. The scorching and severity instantly destroyed the throbbing caused by the fragrance, and then moistened his spirit even more - this did not make him healthy and long-lived, but at least it would allow him to maintain a better routine and living habits in the future.

If he can keep it up, he will probably be able to live a healthy and long life.

This is the positive manifestation of the "casting appearance": fire is a severe winter, but it brings temperature.
Chapter completed!