This strange name is obviously not the spelling of the Imperial language of Zine. From the perspective of word formation, it should tend to be the common language of the Western Continent that has the same origin as the Imperial language.
They both belong to the ancient branch of Saint Rum language before the New Century, but due to the existence of an empire that claimed to be "the sun never sets", this language was extended to the entire Western Continent.
But in the new era when human civilization is on the verge of collapse, whoever is stronger can take the lead in language promotion.
"Literal translation of the common language of the Western Continent, most of the naming of sequential monsters requires this. And the free translation in our language is Inner Roll Flower. Monsters correspond to gods. They can never see the light and can only live in the dark and dirty underground."
Wright could feel through the subtle changes in her expression that there seemed to be a hint of sadness in Natasha's heart.
Does she still have feelings for monsters and darkness? What a wonderful woman.
"However," Natasha shifted her perspective downwards and answered with her eyes out of focus:
"The gods have a bright future, just like the nobles in the city of Socra. The field where they exist is called the miracles of light. Although it has not been confirmed, I believe in their existence. The order monsters are related to the lost ones and the unintentional ones.
Human beings will always exist in darkness. And as long as they are extraordinary things in the dark night, they will be defined as monsters, while gods will always only exist in a fixed order."
"Gods are eternal, but monsters can be destroyed and replaced?" Wright couldn't help but add.
"Yes, that's not right either. By the way, monsters are not just living things, sometimes objects can also be included in them." Natasha said noncommittally:
"We magicians or users of magic source power are usually able to surge power and communicate with gods through mental and soul leaps. But for those monsters, including the lost and the unintentional, the fate waiting for them is not to be used, but to be exploited.
They can only be killed. They have destroyed the holy existence of the world, and it may be because of the extraordinary power they represent that human civilization has finally become the half-dead state it is today."
Natasha's words showed her anger, and a dark purple streak like silk thread gradually appeared in her eyes.
She stretched out her gray fingers, slowly raised them up to align with Wright's eyebrows, closed her eyes tightly and muttered something.
Immediately afterwards, a dark green light slowly emerged from her fingertips, like a winding and growing vine, and slowly approached Wright's chest.
"Magic? Or magic?" Wright blurted out, staring at Natasha's fingers motionless with a surprised look on his face.
This was the second time he saw extraordinary things with his own eyes. Although he was somewhat unconscious that time under Socrates, this time he saw it with his own eyes with his own eyes.
"It's not magic. Although magicians before the New Yuan Dynasty usually used magic as a disguise, there is no need here. After all, the Heartless and the Lost have penetrated their psychological defenses, and now they can accept anything silently. So,
This is it."
Natasha took back the power in her hand, and at some point, a milky white petal appeared in her hand.
It was exactly what Wright found in the package!
"Is this the inner curled flower?"
"This is the inner curled flower!" Natasha said, opening the kerosene lamp shade on the table and putting the petals inside.
Under the joy of the flames, it turned into a pile of ashes without any trace.
"It has a calming effect, but you'd better not get involved in it. I don't know how you got it, but believe me, it will make you intoxicated with comfort and fantasy, unable to extricate yourself, and eventually lead to the abyss of destruction." Natasha
explained.
So scary? Those involute flowers are really not a good thing. Fortunately, I remember this point. It is mentioned in the "Safety Code" that warriors in the wasteland need to stay awake and energetic. Once they lose this, they are not far from death.
.
However, if his previous death was not suicide, he was probably murdered. In this case, the dangers have not been eliminated, but they have been hidden.
Playing in the underworld, right?
Wright cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still had to keep smiling and try to be as "elegant" as possible.
"I know, thank you for saving me from a dangerous thing. But this kind of thing shouldn't be available everywhere." Wright guessed.
"You are wrong, involute flowers are everywhere. It is ubiquitous. It is precisely because of this that some people ignore it. However, if you want to achieve a complete soothing or addictive effect, it is not something that ordinary flower petals can achieve." Natasha
As he answered, his eyes turned to the left, as if he was remembering something.
"Nine cycles, nine days of growth, and six inward-rolling flowers are worthless. They will just cuddle up against the polluted land and poor sunlight like deep-sea whirlpools, competing for each other's nutrients, and in the
When night comes, it will wither and turn into ashes."
9? 9? 6! That’s so worthy of the name Uchimaki Flower!
If it is "rolled" like this, it would be outrageous if it doesn't turn into ashes!
Wright thought of the world before he traveled through time.
"However, as long as there is a little human intervention in the overall growth of the flowers, they will become high-priced treasures." Natasha added.
"How to intervene?" Wright became interested.
"Shorten the growth cycle, still nine days of growth, but shorten the cycle to six, and harvest early after the fifth flowering. After doing this, the involute flowers will become straight, and they will no longer turn into ashes
, but becomes a drug. Or a poison."
9-6-5? Sure enough, this is how it was handled. It seems that there is some kind of connection between the two worlds?
Maybe it’s just a common feature of the world that humans live in. The word fate cannot be escaped anywhere.
Wright sighed inwardly that he didn't want this world to be even remotely similar to the previous world. Ever since he came to this wasteland world, he hadn't even had the slightest thought of traveling back!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So, guest Wright, I have answered your three questions for you. Can we now enter the divination link?"
After a short question, Natasha tried to get to the most important part.
She did not wait for Wright's answer, but slowly lifted the kerosene lamp and placed it on the wooden cabinet behind her.
Then, she tidied up the messy table a little, gathered together the cards scattered in a corner, folded them and placed them aside.
Immediately afterwards, she took out a candle from the bottom drawer behind her, struck a match and lit it.
"A sense of ritual?" Wright joked.
"Yes, a sense of ritual. Life is not easy, and a sense of ritual is needed everywhere." Natasha added.
"Can we start then? My time is precious. And I have got most of the information I need. Although there are some things on the postcard that I haven't seen yet, these are enough." Wright subconsciously glanced at his watch.
road.
It was now about 6:30 in the evening, and it took almost two hours to walk from the "storm" area to area z. Subconsciously, he did not want to spend Sogra's night.
"It's time to start. Mr. Wright, please randomly choose one card from these sixteen cards. Remember, there is only one card."
Natasha said, unfolding all the cards face up.
Looking at the back of the card under the flickering candlelight, Wright felt a sense of suffocation in his mind.
The uniform pure black background color is paired with a dark green center symmetrical long-tailed monster pattern. On their upper part is a skeleton with only one eyeball, and the palm of the lower body is tearing an eyeball with a larger pupil showing a ring shape.
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And that faint green color seems to have some kind of mineral added to it. If you move your field of vision slightly, it still seems to be shining with green light.
This kind of card is called "Prologue Card". Its origin is a mystery, but the legend is that it was circulated among humans in the first era. Magicians in the east and west usually need to determine the development of things through divination, so they
Sixteen emotions or attitudes in the world are used to form the basic rules.
For divination of the category of people with magic source power, that is, the sequence mentioned in the card name, you only need to draw one card, but if you need to divination the future or the past, you need two.
"Just...choose one?" Wright breathed a sigh of relief and asked.
"Yes, follow your heart."
Suppressing his heart that was beating against each other and almost bursting out of his chest, Wright slowly stretched his hand towards the pile of cards.
He couldn't stop groping, following his heart as much as possible.
Suddenly, he felt something strange about a card under his palm, and an indescribable mysterious feeling enveloped his spirit.
"That's it!" Wright pulled out the card and turned it over.
A middle-aged man wearing a crown is holding a sharp knife and is stabbing into a skeleton. There is a sun in the corner of the picture, but it does not seem to emit any light. "6" is written in Roman numerals on the top and "6" on the bottom.
The word "chiter" is written in an unknown script.
"I guessed it right. You are indeed a confused 'Order' person. Consistent with the previous test results, you belong to the 'Order' category in the Demon Source Sequence Group. According to the prophecy, people like you will protect the existence of mankind.
But you pay more attention to order. When life and order conflict, you will completely abandon life. It's a bit sad." Natasha analyzed.
"Order"? Maybe that's right, that question was about my inner thoughts, and the card test also followed my inner choice. Maybe, I really belong to "Order".
Human beings in the wasteland need order to survive, but even a completely civilized society will become chaotic without order. "Order" is the foundation of all existence!
"So Miss Natasha, I would like to ask which group you belong to?" Wright suddenly changed his mind.
"I belong to aiy, which is love. Love nourishes all things. With love, humans have hope, and they can move forward in this long night of wasteland. Without love, humans become machines and will eventually perish." Natasha
sighed.
"By the way, can you also tell me what the use of the sequence of cards is?" Wright thought for a while and asked the key.
"The first is to divine you, and the second is to determine your direction. I can feel the aura of magic power in your body. You are worthy of exploring extraordinary things. And with the continuous improvement of power, you will be able to
Place in Magic.”
"Status?" Wright asked.
"Humans with magic power can communicate with gods and detect the existence of gods. As long as they dare to pay the price of their lives, ordinary people are qualified to become demigods, and if they are recognized by the gods, they can advance to become real gods.
.However, these are all legends. If we think more realistically, it would be good to use these powers to destroy the hearts of the Heartless, or to fight against the Lost. This kind of power can penetrate deep into their spirits and thus destroy it." Nata
Sha spread her hands and made an explosion gesture.
"Being a savior?" Wright said with a smile. He doesn't have such big ambitions yet.
"Yes, it is the savior. 527 years have passed in the New Yuan Era, and the surviving human beings will inevitably not survive the moment when the sun shines. Mysterious and extraordinary things have been attacking us. Only by eliminating all the lost and unintentional people, this
The world will return to normal. Now," Natasha stood up, stood in front of an iron door, and yelled like crazy:
"Going in from here means that you have accepted magic and entered the world of magic power. If you return the same way, it means that you insist on steam and machinery and use force to restore order. Now, you need to make a choice. It belongs to the upper-level profession [
Orderer]!"
"Order? Profession? Is this the real reason you asked me to come here?" Wright guessed, and stood up to leave.
But the next second, after a subtle "click" sound passed his ear, a cold pistol was pressed against his chest.