“…The God of Records and Secrets?”

Annan was stunned when he heard this and asked back: "Isn't the faceless poet the god of funerals and records?"

The "skeleton crow" summoned by old Vasily before was the messenger of the faceless poet. The influence required to summon the skeleton crow is the "remnants of the silent funeral."

Speaking of this, the badge of the Jarant family seems to be a crow...

"This is a secret, His Highness Annan."

Nolan smiled.

“—In fact, there is no such field as ‘funeral’ in the clergy of the faceless poet. There is even no funeral god in this world.

"You must know that the 'funeral ceremony' is a 'god farewell to the dead', which is very close to the core area of ​​the bone burying mother-in-law. Even the bone burying church itself has a funeral ceremony.

"It is impossible for the mother-in-law who is from the bone-burying mother-in-law to be allowed to hold this truth... it is impossible to even obtain it from the book of truth. Because the "funeral" was born when the initial civilization was not yet fully enlightened and just mastered the custom of "burying bones". Although the faceless poet is very ancient, He has not yet grown up to that level...

"The faceless poet is considered by foreign teachers as the god of funeral because he will produce the 'residual funeral remnants'. But in fact, its focus is not on the 'funeral' itself, but on the 'watching' and 'silence'.

"This 'silence' is the manifestation of the secret realm - the faceless poet is the pioneer of the extraordinary tradition of the 'secret keeper'... He became God because of this, and all His believers must keep this secret for Him."

I see.

Annan understood.

Has the existence of the truth of "keeping secrets" itself been "keeping secrets" by believers...

This is a very excellent and lasting means to consolidate the truth.

It is much better than the skeleton man who lets believers betray others, and it is much better than the skeleton man who lets believers castrate themselves and kill them.

But Annan soon realized something was wrong.

“… Then why can you tell me about this?”

He is not a believer of the faceless poet.

Just a little question, I answered... Is this really a secret?

Facing Annan's question, Old Nolan calmly replied: "In this regard, it is because 'secret' itself is a contradictory truth.

"If you want to 'keep secrets', you must get the secret; and obtaining the secret itself is in conflict with the 'keep secret' behavior of the previous secret holders.

"Therefore, keeping secrets is in the act itself, not in the result; the more people know the secrets and are willing to remain silent for them, the stronger the power of my Lord will be."

"…On the other hand, this is the command sent to me by the Faceless Poet himself, and He made me do my best to protect you."

Nolan smiled and replied gently: "So a considerable part of your concerns is redundant... I did hit His Highness Kaphne before. But our Jerant family will try our best to protect your safety in the royal capital.

“—Of course, if you are willing to let us ‘protect His Highness Kaphne as you do’, then we will follow this order.”

The old man promised so.

……What?

Why did the faceless poet do this?

Annan frowned in confusion.

He didn't remember any connection with the faceless poet.

In his memory, the only thing he had with the faceless poet seemed to be the one who had brought the player to knock out His skeleton crow...

Can this be considered a recognition?

Isn’t this considered a bad fate?

Annan fell into deep thought.

"quack!"

Just then, Annan heard a loud crow sound outside the house.

It even penetrated the walls of the basement and reached Annan's ears.

While hearing the crow sound, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from the tips of his fingers and spread rapidly to the skin of his arms.

It was like touching a buzzing machine with your hands. The soreness was accompanied by a very clear warm current, and it quickly flowed into Annan's body.

It was as if some invisible force flowed through Annan's body... and he carefully turned out all the muscles, bones, and blood vessels under his body to examine them.

When this force flows from Annan's fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turns into extremely comfortable and even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up in a ball after being wet by the rain and drying his body by the stove.

[You have received a gift from the faceless poet. Before 20 o'clock, the strength, agility, physical attributes, and the exercise time required -30%]

[You get the new mark "Advanced Influence: The Crow's Crow"]

[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "record" seven days later (difficulty: distortion).]

Annan suddenly saw countless black liquid flowing in from the outside to the inside in the gap in the basement door.

The strange sense of oppression became clearer and clearer-

Annan was finally confirmed.

This was exactly the feeling when I first saw the Bones of the Bones... the extremely clear abnormal feeling when I first came into contact with the true body of the false god.

What’s strange is that when you come into contact with the righteous god, you won’t be so nervous.

After flowing into the room, these liquids gather together again. They become viscous at a speed visible to the naked eye and pile into human form.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The black humanoid's voice was sticky and turbid, as if there were multiple different sounds sounding at the same time, and it was flashing like a TV image with bad signals.

……strangeness.

Why does it feel a bit like Vattorei...a senior sister?

Annan had such a thought in his mind.

Facing this strange black humanoid, Nolan took Eugene to stand up from the sofa, stroked his chest with respect, and bowed quietly to it.

After about two seconds, the black mud successfully gathered into a human form.

She looked very short - about 1.45 meters, and was not wearing any clothes. She only had long silk-like hair hanging from a black waterfall behind her, wrapped around her body like a monster with life, and completely covered her body like a wriggling robe.

The only decoration was a black crow mask hanging on her face.

"Long time no see, Annan!"

The young girl, who is not in line with her young figure, makes a bright, sharp but not so pleasant voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body to say hello to you!

"Why did you come to Noah? You haven't informed me?"

"A faceless poet...?"

Annan whispered to the name of "His".

There are not many people who can appear openly in the basement of the Jerant's house's tight defense, but also make Nolan not nervous.

Seeing Nolan's respectful expression now, his identity has long been revealed.

However, the problem is...

Annan doesn't know Him at all?

He has never even seen Him!

And the faceless poet is clearly so familiar with himself...

... Could it be that the one who has a connection with this false god is Annan from the past?
Chapter completed!