It took Boluogo a long time to put the paper in his hand back on the table. It seemed as if he had lost all his strength. Boluogo was a little unsteady. He only needed to hold on to the table to prevent himself from falling.
Feeling dizzy, he groped for a seat on the dusty chair.
Fortunately, the chair did not collapse. After all the years, he still maintained his tenacity. Boluogo turned his head sideways, lowered his eyes, and was caught in the storm of thoughts.
Hill? Is it the Hill in my memory?
In his memory, Hill encountered the temptation of the devil and went astray, but in the end, he was rescued by another person, and that person called himself Wolfgang Gold.
Boluogo had seen this name in many places. In the Dawn War, his name was the witness of the "Dawn Oath", and in Leviathan's mouth, he was Leviathan's chosen one and King Solomon's.
real name.
Boluogo once thought that he had encountered a real name blockade, but in fact, he had already known King Solomon's name. After that, Boluogo once thought that these multiple identities were all the same person, but in Saqin's message
Here, Bologo read a key piece of information.
"You deserve to carry on the name of Wolfgang Gold."
Boluogo knows this tradition. Among some ancient alchemists and scholars, they will be proud to inherit the name of the sage. Wolfgang Gold is not so much a name as it is spread among Lei.
A title in Mongaton that only the greatest scholars of all time can inherit.
Hill inherited the name Wolfgang Gold?
Oh my God, that is to say, the various glorious achievements this name left in history were not accomplished by him alone, but by the cooperation of many people, one after another.
While he was shocked, it also confused Boluogo's judgment, making it difficult for him to determine who did the specific things.
"Then... then Hill is the last Wolfgang Gold."
A crazy idea arose in Boluogo's mind, and he whispered it repeatedly.
"Hill, will you be King Solomon?"
No... It doesn't matter whether Hill is King Solomon or not. Bologo glimpsed his soul in the ethereal world, which proves that he has died in the mortal world.
The disadvantages of overthinking appeared. Boluogo had a splitting headache. He covered his mind and another picture appeared in front of his eyes.
It was the coronation ceremony of King Solomon. Bologg could not recognize the identity of the person who was being crowned. He could only instinctively judge that the person was King Solomon. It was also during the coronation ceremony that Bologg saw the person holding the cane again.
devil.
The devil runs through Hill's life and King Solomon's coronation. He is the creator of all of this. He is Leviathan.
"Damn...what's going on?"
Bologg gritted his teeth. He felt that he seemed to have missed something. Then Bologg fell completely silent, sorting through the past history in his mind and piecing them together again.
"One day many years ago, Hill was bewitched by the devil. After that, he met his teacher, now Wolfgang Gold, and after that, he met his senior brother, Sachin
Gramma, and...Suzy?"
This is a female name. Sa Qin mentioned this name in his message. It seems that there is a complicated relationship between the three people.
"Hill surpassed all the teachers' students and inherited the holy name from his hands. So when did Hill inherit it? Was it during the Dawn War?
Why do later generations know so little about the name of Wolfgang Gold, and only King Solomon survives to this day?”
Boluogo couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand it at all. He was facing a fragmented history, and his brain was about to explode.
Suddenly, Bologg sat up and rummaged through the boxes. He had to confirm Hill's identity. As long as Hill's identity could be confirmed, Bologg would be able to integrate these buried histories and restore the truth about the fall of the Holy City bit by bit.
But no matter how Bologo searched, he could never get any results.
Sa Qin is a workaholic. Apart from leaving messages, there is only work and work piled up here. He seems to have devoted himself wholeheartedly to the exploration of knowledge.
"Calm down, Boluogo, this is a rare opportunity."
Bologg took a deep breath, stayed rational, and started looking at the details. Wherever he touched it, Bologg found an ordinary cane, which should be Saqin's.
Check the drawer again, and you can find many small medicine bottles inside. Unscrew the lids, and you will find that the pills inside have deteriorated and have a strange smell.
From the above, Boluogo roughly judged that Saqin should be almost as old as Mamo when the Holy City fell, so as his junior brother, Hill must not be much younger.
There was almost forty years between the Dawn War and the fall of the Holy City. If Hill was a witness, then he was most likely King Solomon. After all, Raymond Gayton rose rapidly after the Dawn War.
In the dark, Boluoge felt that there were countless threads connecting him with King Solomon and Raymond Gayton. Now the sense of connection became clearer and closer.
Boluogo was both excited and panicked.
After Boluogo calmed down for a moment, he suddenly remembered the unfamiliar words Sachin mentioned in the message.
"The soulless one."
From a literal and direct understanding, this refers to a person without a soul.
How is this possible? How can humans not have souls?
Boluogo thought like this, and suddenly his thinking froze for a moment.
No……
Bologo thought of the original thing, which was a substance without a soul, and through the study of the original thing, scholars speculated that ether was external energy, and that the ether world overlapped with the material world.
After inferring from all the above information, we can guess that the original, true, pure human beings did not have souls.
The soul currently possessed by human beings is more like the product of ether distorting itself.
Sachin is studying the original thing? Exploring pure human beings, the soulless ones?
After being surprised for a moment, Boluogo accepted this calmly. It was normal. You must know that the original owner of the original thing in the hands of the Bureau of Order was King Solomon. It is natural for the scholars of Raymond Gaiton to study these things.
normal.
"Bologo!"
Aimu's call made Boluogo wake up from his thoughts.
Boluogo turned his head and asked, "Did you find anything?"
There was something wrong with Aimu's expression, as if he was trying to suppress his panic, "He... they are studying something very strange."
"for example?"
Bologna walked to those strange but exquisite sketches, and Aimu explained nervously at the side.
"This is an embryo."
Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and he guessed, "Human embryos, right?"
Aimu nodded and whispered, "They violated the ethical consensus and conducted many experiments on human embryos in an attempt to create a life called a soulless person."
"Human beings without souls are created without any influence from the ether," Bologo said.
"Yes, they think this is the most authentic and pure appearance of human beings," Aimu continued, "but I don't know exactly what the soulless ones are used for. The above is all relevant information from some experiments."
Aimu exclaimed, "The most important thing is... they seem to have succeeded."
"Success?"
Boluogo was shocked. This was something he didn't expect.
"In these materials, there is a mention of something called the Abyss Well, where they refined many primitive things. As for the information about the soulless embryos, there is no more information mentioned here."
Aimu saw a corner of the shadow of the past, and all he felt from it was a bone-deep chill, "What on earth are they studying?"
Thinking of this, Aimu said to Boluogo quietly, "Now it seems that the Fall of the Holy City is deliberately hiding something."
Boluogo sat back in his chair. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to confess to Aimu.
"Yes, you guessed it right, the destruction of the Holy City was deliberately done by the devils."
Boluogo told Aimu all the stories he knew from Leviathan. He could not always bear all this alone, not to mention that one person's power was limited. Even the powerful Bureau of Order would eventually fail.
Will choose the path of unity and unity.
"King Solomon is Leviathan's debtor, the chosen one. Driven by Leviathan, King Solomon is plotting something, a force that is enough to break the devil's balance, and his actions are exposed, and he is joined by the devils.
The blow also contributed to the fall of the Holy City."
Boluogo's words were brief, but they were full of information. Aimu was immediately stunned. After a while, she was not shocked by this, but was suspicious.
"No... the time doesn't match."
"What's wrong?"
"The wrath of the Scorched Earth broke out in 1171 of the Rhenish calendar, and it was not until six years later that the Holy City fell. If it was because of the soulless ones, the devils' reaction would have been too slow."
Aimu said, tearing off a piece of papyrus and pointing to a line of numbers in it for Bologg.
"This is not the experimental parameter, but the date when the experiment was successful," Aimu explained. "In the year 1151 of the Rhenish calendar, the soulless embryos were successfully bred."
"And it will be nearly thirty years before the Holy City falls."
Aimu analyzed, "If your statement is correct, then it was not the soulless ones that really caused the siege by the devils. King Solomon created something else."
Both Boluogo and Aimu couldn't help but fell silent, and then Aimu silently packed up the papyrus and documents. It was already very difficult for her to decipher these messages by herself. She had to bring these materials back to the sublimation furnace core.
"It's a pity that the soulless man should be dead."
Boluogo leaned aside and rubbed his forehead vigorously, "If they really cultivated the soulless man and allowed the embryo to successfully grow into a human being, then... after all these years, even if he does not die, he should still be a bad old man.
Alright."
Judging from the time, nearly a hundred years have passed. Ordinary people may not be able to live for such a long time, let alone the soulless people who are the experimental subjects.
Without a soul, that is to say, a soulless person cannot be implanted in an alchemical matrix, and cannot even become a condenser.
For the time being, Boluogo couldn't imagine what use the soulless people had besides proving the purity of human beings... Maybe they could be used to trade with the devil. In the devil's view, pure human beings should be treated as precious existences.
"If the soulless ones can replace the existing humans, it may be possible to drive the devil out of this world." Bologo murmured.
"But this will also destroy all existing ether technology," Aimu said while cleaning up. "At that time, the devil will not even need to take action. Those groups that master ether technology will be the first to destroy us."
"Idealism is still too ethereal," Bologg understood what Aimu meant. "Interests can determine the real camp."
"Keep walking."
Aimu was surprisingly energetic, "We have to go to the next place quickly."
"Where are you going? Do you have any purpose?" Bologo asked.
Aimu said, "These encrypted texts indirectly mention a strange thing, which scholars call the 'Starting Scroll'."
"What is this thing?"
"They didn't say it clearly, but judging from the information revealed, they regarded this thing as some kind of sacred object," Aimu continued. "It is located in the Golden Palace, under King Solomon's throne and above the Well."
"This sounds indeed important," Bologo cheered up and tightened his grip, "Do you think Sachin's authority can take us directly to the Golden Palace?"
Without waiting for Amu to answer, Boluogo responded to himself in his heart, "It should be okay."
From the message, Sachin calls Hill his junior brother, and he competes with him to inherit the name of Wolfgang Gold. It can be seen that Sachin still has a very high status and strength in Raymond Gaiton. Even if
He had conflicts with Hill, but at the end of the Fall of the Holy City, he was able to reconcile with him.
Then it should open the way to the Golden Palace.
With this idea in mind, Boluogo checked around the research room for the last time. After making sure that nothing was missing, the snake scale liquid wrapped the information collected by Aimu. Then Aimu and Boluogo overlapped, and the two stood in front of each other.
In front of the entrance door of the research room.
"If the door opens and closes randomly every time, how can scholars determine where they want to go and try again and again?"
Boluogo touched the badge on his collar and said to himself, "Or should I say, before passing through the door of the winding path, silently thinking about where you want to go in your heart?"
Golden Palace, Golden Palace...
Bologg murmured repeatedly in his heart. In his mind, Aimu listened helplessly to Bologg's babble. In such a serious situation, Bologg's behavior was inexplicably absurd, but it was also a little relaxing.
"The soulless one..."
Aimu was still thinking about all the information he had discovered and couldn't help but doubt it.
"Can a person really survive without his soul?"
Boluogo plunged into the darkness and ran towards the truth in the shadow of history.