Time has left deep traces on this arrow. The appearance of the arrow is the most perfect work of art and antiquities. Shade stared at the arrow in the mahogany box, whispers rang in his ears, and the image of the arrow seemed to
While being engraved in his mind, those strange whispers and inexplicable thoughts that appeared in his heart urged him to immediately pierce his heart with an arrow.
Shade longed for the power of knowledge, and this arrow also seemed to long for the strangers who were watching him.
He took a deep breath to concentrate and not be affected by the relics. He stretched out his fingers, and when they touched the cold and biting golden arrow, the voice of "her" rang in his ears:
[Thumbology-The Ancient Voice is triggered, and you learn a story from the First Age.]
[The ancient god of wisdom once worked with the sages of Silver Moon to write the myths of mortals on the land of the First Age. The recorder wrote everything in silence, and the mentor who guarded knowledge polished the arrows of knowledge and power, sheltered in the infinite
Mortals looking for light in darkness. The ancient gods once said: "Knowledge is hidden in the world, wisdom is hidden in the soul. The wise are like water, they will surely leave; the fools are like fire, burning all things."]
His fingers directly touched this sage-level relic. Even though Shade's mental power was extremely strong and he thought he had a firm belief, after listening to "her" story, he still spent a lot of determination before closing the box again.
"This item contains the power of the ancient god [Secret Keeper]. One of the three conditions of the Chosen Ceremony has been met."
He closed his eyes and tried his best to forget the whispers he had just heard, and drove the image of the arrow out of his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the recovered Professor Drake looking at him with some worry.
.
The professor and Shade saw the [Arrow of Knowledge of Iken'ola] in the wooden box together, but the professor did not show a strange expression, as if what he saw was just an antique.
"Professor, don't you have any special feelings?"
"What special feeling?"
Professor Drake asked curiously:
"Do you want to ask me what I remembered? Sorry, I just feel that this arrow is very familiar, but I still don't know how it came into my hands."
Shade frowned slightly. This wooden box was the containment measure for the arrow. Because Shade had not taken it out, the whisper element would not directly affect the two of them. However, the mental impact of looking directly at the relic and the emergence from the bottom of his heart
The urge to use arrows will appear just by looking at the relic.
"Take another look."
After saying that, he opened the wooden box again. The influence of the relic was immediately noticed by Shade again, but Professor Drake still seemed to have no feeling at all, as if what was in the box was really just an ordinary antique.
"It's definitely not my problem, so it's the professor's problem."
Shade continued to look at Professor Drake, who became even more confused:
"What's wrong with me?"
"I contacted Professor Tiris Manning of Tobesk, and he praised you as a very inspiring person. When faced with strange phenomena, you are always the first to find something wrong, and you are always able to find the most suitable one.
research direction."
Shade pursed his lips:
"After you come back from the adventure of 'Lady of the Lake', will this strange talent still exist?"
The professor recalled it and shook his head slightly:
"That adventure and the fact that I broke my leg had a great impact on me. Yes, I have indeed become a lot slower since that adventure."
Shade thought again of the photo with the "Swamp Witch Curse" that he got when he first came to Professor Drake. That time he was still affected by the curse, but Professor Drake didn't feel it at all.
"It seems that your wish also includes erasing some unique talents."
Shade spoke very cautiously, and the professor's face became even more ugly:
"God, what kind of wish did I make back then?"
He lowered his head and looked at the teacup he was holding. The hot steam blurred the professor's glasses.
Shade had some new ideas. He opened the box again and this time took out the arrow directly:
"Professor, I want to scratch your finger with this arrow."
Although Professor Drake didn't know what Shade wanted to do, he did not object. So Shade very carefully used a sharp arrow to make a small cut on Professor Drake's finger. Because the wound was too shallow,
Even just the epidermis was turned up, and the professor squeezed hard before blood seeped out.
The old professor frowned slightly, raised his gaze from his fingers, and looked at Shade who was holding the arrow:
"It's really interesting. I seem to have more knowledge in my head."
He patted his head:
"Very fragmented knowledge, seems to be about ancient insect eaters, oh, what are these?"
Shade asked in his heart:
"If I remember correctly, if an ordinary person is scratched, he will either become a gifted person or die slowly. But if a ring warlock is scratched, then..."
[There is some weird knowledge in my head.]
Shade pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to signal the professor to shake his hand. After shaking hands, Shade once again confirmed that Professor Drake was an ordinary person.
"The letters of Professor Manning compiled by Dorothy stated that Professor Drake was extremely enterprising and pursued knowledge and wisdom throughout his life. The two lost letters described the professor's special physical condition, including vision hallucinations and physical illness.
The function is enhanced, which is very consistent with the situation after the awakening of the ring warlock."
In order to prevent Father Nobel's description of the relic from being wrong, Shade cut his finger with an arrow again. He felt the wonderful pain and noticed that some weird knowledge was pouring into his mind.
Suddenly he frowned. Among the knowledge related to sin and human sacrifice, there was a set of ancient writings. Shade had seen that writing once.
"Professor, do you still remember the book we found when we were looking for letters last time? The book said [Knowledge is Power] in strange words."
"Yes, you translated the text for me."
The professor who was thinking about the strange phenomenon nodded.
"I have some guesses about this. Is it possible that you wrote that paragraph in the book?"
"But I don't know that kind of writing."
"Just because we don't know each other now doesn't mean we didn't know each other before."
With that said, Shade took out the book, and then asked the professor to compare the row of letters and rewrite the letters. The letters of those ancient texts were like complex spirals, and even if they were copied, they would not match the letters.
There is a big difference in itself. But after the professor holds the pen and writes it, although there are some slight differences, it can basically be judged that the words in the book are the professor's handwriting.
"But what does that mean?"
Professor Drake still doesn't understand.
"this arrow"
Shade thought about it and decided to reveal part of the truth first:
"A certain kind of peculiar group of people can gain knowledge by touching this arrow. But the problem is, professor, you do not belong to this kind of peculiar group of people."
"A strange crowd?"
The professor looked at Shade hesitantly. Shade reached out and touched the teacup on the table. The tea glowed with silver in the old professor's surprised eyes.
He dropped the tea onto his injured finger, and then dropped the tea onto the professor's finger. After more than ten seconds, the scars on the two fingers completely disappeared.
Professor Kansas Drake opened his mouth:
"The rumors are all true. So there really is so-called occultism and supernatural power?"
"You shouldn't be so surprised. It's impossible for senior history and folklore professors like you and Professor Manning not to know this. It seems that you have really forgotten. To be more precise, maybe you don't belong now.
A special group of people, but there are various signs that you once belonged to a special group of people."
The old man was completely confused, while Xia De squinted his eyes:
"What's very interesting is that I have investigated your background information, and a lot of evidence proves that you are just an ordinary person. This is not a cover-up by the Lady of the Lake. Her cover-up has intentional loopholes, but your ordinary background is very
Normal. In other words, it will only take a very short time for you to become the special group of people I am talking about. Coupled with the other functions of this arrow, ordinary people have a chance of becoming a gifted person if they are scratched."
Although the professor could not understand what Shade said at all, and although he was even more confused, he was greatly shocked at this time:
"Have you found the truth?"
"Professor Manning praised you for your amazing inspiration, which is very useful information in itself."
Lesia believes that her sister, the little princess Agelina, also has the talent of a ring magician, but she has not yet reached the age of awakening, because the little princess also has amazing inspiration.
"In your letter to Professor Manning, you said that you suddenly became very healthy; you also mentioned in your diary that you saw some hallucinations. This in itself also indicates that some changes have occurred in you."
Shade looked at the photo of Halder Ondiba and the professor on the table:
"You have a very good relationship with him, and he is the holder of the arrow; when he was unexpectedly rounded up, the arrow was actually in your hand, which shows that your change is related to him; a priest I know once said, this
Mr. Ondiba may have unknown followers in Huntington; your reputation is very good, I don’t think you are a bad person, so I don’t wish to be a professor, please answer me a question!”
Professor Drake was shocked by Shade's serious expression:
"Young man, can I bear it? Just ask."
"Suppose there is a possibility that you have been pursuing a certain goal all your life, but when you actually achieve the goal, you are frightened by the goal itself. Then, is it possible that you will give up your lifelong pursuit, even at the cost?
To forget it?"
The professor opened his mouth slightly:
"I don't know. But if I really give up, then my life will be too sad. You mean"
Although the professor is old and has lost some of his talents, time will bring more wisdom to mankind, and he has guessed something.
Shade nodded slightly, and then saw Professor Drake's expression as if he was struck by thunder. The old professor sighed deeply and huddled in his wheelchair, looking older than ever.
"Although I can't prove my conjecture, I think I have reached the conclusion. The Lady of the Lake has fulfilled your wish. I supplemented the lack of reasoning process with my guess. This is of course not rigorous enough. Fortunately, I am also a very inspired person.
People. This is probably the truth."
"Mr. Watson, you said that exploring what happened to me was a test given to you by the Lady of the Lake?"
"Yes."
Shade nodded.
"Are you going to use your current guess to tell her that you have completed the trial?"
"Yes."
The professor raised his head and looked at him pleadingly:
"Take me with you, Mr. Watson, please, take me with you. I don't want to say that I am too old to live for a few years, but please, Mr. Watson, take me with you."
Go visit the goddess in the lake. Let me know the stories of the past, even if it may be the last journey of my life."
This means that Professor Drake occupies a precious wish-making qualification of Shade. Shade looked at him and patted the red wooden box:
"This arrow belongs to me."
"Okay, young man."
The professor drooped his eyelids and tried to open his eyes to look at Shade. The light in his eyes seemed to reflect back:
"When do we leave?"
Shade looked at the midday sunlight outside:
"Let's set off after lunch and rent a carriage."
He hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Professor, since you have already made a choice in the past, why do you need to know the truth? It may only make you more painful. I have a letter from Professor Manning here. Professor Tobesk encourages you to be positive
In life, maybe it would be nice to have a cat.”
He put the letter on the desk, but Professor Drake just leaned on the back of his wheelchair and looked up at the ceiling:
"I'm just not willing to go into the grave with doubts."
They were in the study and didn't speak for a long time.
