Suddenly looking at Mr. Fool at the top, the outline of the novel that had been constructed in Forsi's mind collapsed in an instant, and was replaced by endless panic.
What was I thinking just now!
Although some seemingly commonplace thoughts, once associated with a god, could be considered blasphemous from any angle, she tried her best to forget them by cleaning her mind.
Looks like a mirror?
Looking in the mirror to others?
Seeing that "Magician" was in a strange state, "Secret" moved a little bit more strength, but he heard thoughts like this from the other person's voice.
In a sense, it was quite appropriate... He changed the position of his legs and folded them together, making his sitting posture more casual.
"Actually, you don't have to be so panicked. I'm not the Eternal Blazing Sun. Others will be burned to ashes just by looking at Him."
Suddenly hearing another god's secret, Forsi calmed down because she did not hear questioning or dissatisfaction from Mr. Fool's tone.
On the contrary, it seemed like He really wanted to chat with me?
"I just found that your state just now was more powerful than what you showed during the Tarot session." After struggling for a long time, she answered the god's original question.
"A very subtle observation." The slightly surprised "Secret" nodded slightly.
This is not because Forsi discovered this obvious difference. After all, how could the aura simulated by Klein by leveraging the power of the gray mist be comparable to the dissipation of the power he exudes in essence.
But she would actually use this as an excuse, which really made "Secret" who had already understood all the thoughts of the other party feel funny.
Please, what haven’t I seen in the 21st century before?
However, this rare relief was fleeting. Feeling the power isolated by the gray mist, the curvature of the corners of "Secret's" mouth dropped a little.
After a short silence, He said in a calm voice:
"I thought you were a novelist?"
"Yes." Faced with Mr. Fool's sudden question, Forsi nodded in confusion.
"Then let me tell you a story."
Without giving the other party a chance to refuse, he just had a mental battle with Tianzun, and when he woke up, he "met" his old friend, and some "secrets" on a whim told stories as far back as the Third Age.
"There once was a young man. He was very old-fashioned, but he had a whimsical dream. He wanted to witness the beauty of the world and the beauty of all civilizations."
"He didn't want there to be anywhere like his hometown in the world. Until it was destroyed by war, there would be nothing left for future generations to appreciate."
"So, with this dream in mind, he embarked on a journey."
Sitting on the cold high-backed chair, Forsi looked up at the sky where the gray fog swirled. Scenes of constantly changing illusory images were presented there. The protagonist of each scene was a old-fashioned face and beautiful appearance.
youth.
"At that time, the demon wolves and vampires had just withdrawn from the center of the mainland stage, and the giants, dragons and elves stood side by side. This young man who accidentally possessed the power of shuttle began to wander around various civilized city-states and villages...
"
The scene changed again. The young man was much older, but his black hair was still thick. Together with his rippling blue eyes, it gave people a sense of calmness and vitality.
"What happened next?" Forsi, who was gradually moved by "Mysterious"'s peaceful voice, lowered his guard and looked at the still scene in the sky, couldn't help but ask.
"Later..." He tapped the table with his finger, "Mysterious" lowered his eyes and continued to narrate, "Later, the Creator whom Silver City believed in turned out to be born, and many towns that had just been recorded by the young man were
He was destroyed by divine power, and at the same time, the minions of the Phoenix God who were in the 'underworld' also noticed this young man who always used the spirit world to run around, and began to hunt him down."
"Unfortunately, neither the ancient god nor his minions seemed to be very lucky. During his escape once again, the young man met the Red Angel who was on an expedition, a powerful angel of the 'Hunter' path."
In the picture, a ray of fiery red occupies a huge frame, and the dark wings cover the sky.
At this point, Forsi still couldn't tell that this was Mr. Fool recalling the past.
She had some vague guesses.
"The young man who later obtained the power of the angels under the Creator obviously no longer had to worry, but his path was not controlled by the Creator, so after several twists and turns, he came to the hands of another god. He was able to digest extremely well and obtained
Qualifications to become a demigod."
"To be honest, everyone's attention at that time was focused on another demigod who was on the same path as him, and they didn't think that this young man who was lucky and had ridiculous dreams would achieve much success in the future."
"However, things are always not as ordinary people think." "Secret" raised his head, rubbed the surface of the diary at hand with his palm, and his tone finally had a slight ups and downs.
"The young man who received the follow-up formula showed amazing talent. He almost caught up with another promising demigod at the fastest speed, walked into that god's vision together, and was given the opportunity to become an angel."
"So he became an angel with the help of gods?" Forsi, who has written many stories but has never read an inspirational novel, frowned slightly. She was so immersed in the experience that she almost forgot that she was talking to gods.
"No, he refused."
Refuse, refused?
Seeing Forsi's surprised expression, the smile on "Secret's" mouth rose again.
"He said that he had seen all the beauty in this world and it was time to look up at the stars."
Forsi's mouth grew bigger little by little. She couldn't understand this kind of thought. She didn't know how to describe it.
"Secret" nodded and continued;
"Later, the gods told him that there are endless dangers in the starry sky. This is why even angels are not allowed by the Creator to explore the starry sky."
"Judging from the trajectory of fate, if he becomes a 'miracle', his life will be smoother."
The picture that had not changed for a long time in mid-air suddenly became blurry and the colors became darker.
"Under the judgment of the gods, the promotion ceremony of the two demigods will take thirty years to prepare. During this period, they can continue to digest their potions, stabilize their spirits, and make final preparations."
"But to everyone's surprise, seventeen years after that resolution, just above what is now the Sunia Sea, a strange angel broke into the local cathedral."
"His appearance frightened the archbishop at that time and alarmed the pure white angels who were patrolling the coast."
"But when this 'purest angel' arrived, he was surprised to find that this strange angel turned out to be the young man back then."
"Soon, He was pressed into the tribunal at the feet of the Creator. The gods who once wanted to support Him stood aside. The Creator questioned the origin of His characteristics and the details of his promotion."
As the scene changed, "Mystery", who had been narrating this story in the calmest language, leaned on the back of the chair behind him.
"Under the pressure of the two gods, the young man said this after clearing all his doubts. The meaning of travel will only become apparent when you are far away from home. For this reason, I am willing to take the necessary risks."
The meaning of travel only becomes apparent when you are away from home, but what does this have to do with taking risks?
The huge sense of inconsistency caused by the last sentence being separated by itself made Forsi feel extremely confused. Even though her spiritual intuition had been aroused, it seemed that the next second she would be able to understand its meaning with a special connection.
, but she has always been in front of that door, unable to really move forward.
"So, can you tell me the name of this, uh, young man?"
The spiritual touch in his mind became stronger and stronger, and Forsi asked the answer he wanted to know most after careful consideration.
In her expectant eyes, the "Secret" sitting at the top solemnly raised his chest, cast his gaze into the distance, penetrated the gray fog, and said meaningfully:
"He was given a new surname by the Creator, and later people called him Abraham."
Silently, the picture under the dome of the gray mist palace suddenly collapsed and disappeared without a trace, and the deep red on it became even more intense.
Before Forsi, who was in a daze, could react, his "secret" smile that had already retracted his gaze from a distance remained unchanged.
"Thank you for listening to a long-winded story from a man who has lived for a long time."
In the position corresponding to the "Magician", Forsi's figure was gradually enveloped in crimson light, and "Secret", who was in a good mood, cast a ball of light in her direction.
"This is a gift."
After saying that, crimson light erupted instantly, and on the huge high-backed chair, only the coat of arms that had not had time to fade away shimmered a little.
"Secret" looked at the layers of illusory doors and sighed like a real old man.
............
Wait... Forsi, who felt flattered, wanted to say something more, but when she came to her senses again, she found herself lying on the sofa at home. If it weren't for Xio's concerned eyes, she would have thought
Everything just happened was just an imaginary dream.
"Forsi..."
Xio, who had been by his friend's side since he fell into coma, came closer, concern written all over his eyes.
But she found that her friend was still lying on the sofa, stunned, his eyes filled with shock.
"Hugh, slap me."
Although I didn't quite understand it, when I heard this outrageous request, I didn't think twice and raised my hand decisively, as if I was about to drop it.
"Do you really want to hit me?" Suddenly, Forsi, who was lying on the sofa a second ago, jumped up and avoided the loving slap from the "arbitrator".
Xiu Shanshan retracted her arm, feeling a little aggrieved.
"Didn't you ask me to hit you?"
"This is just a joke..." Forsi, who still couldn't believe what just happened, covered his head and kept rubbing his temples. After a long time, he slowly let out a long breath.
This recipe shouldn’t be fake, right?
She moved to the window and looked at the colorful blood moon. At this time, she no longer had a headache to the point of splitting her eyes.
On the red-stained window, a hazy and transparent parchment slowly unfolded.
"'Apprentice' Sequence Eight: 'Master of Magic..."