Klein silently examined the blood-red handprint floating on the page. His right hand, which had been tapping the edge of the long bronze table, unconsciously raised and slowly moved towards the spread out ancient notes.
Suddenly, his left hand clasped his right hand that was slowly rising up, frowning, and then slowly released it, placing his hands on the table normally.
"This notebook has the ability to confuse people and make people unable to help but touch it?" Klein's left hand caressed the edge of the notebook's hard cover, and his murmured words were inaudible, "Or maybe it's just that this bloody handprint has
With such ability, after all, I didn’t have this urge last time.”
He stared at the notes on the table in silence. After thinking for a while, he skillfully took off the silver chain from his left wrist and let the yellow crystal pendant hang to the ground.
"There is no danger in coming into contact with the blood-red fingerprints on the notes given to me by Mr. Azik."
"There is no danger in coming into contact with the blood-red fingerprints on the notes given to me by Mr. Azik."
...
The pendant hanging in mid-air first slowly rotated counterclockwise, then stopped suddenly and started to rotate faster clockwise.
Klein looked at the ambiguous divination results in front of him with a solemn expression, and his raised right hand froze in mid-air.
There is danger, but not much... He pursed his lips, suddenly smiled strangely, and calmly placed his hand over the bloody handprint, covering it tightly.
He couldn't bear to let his child trap the wolf... Klein felt the sudden dizziness in his head and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
The rich blood red suddenly dispersed and split into independent and clear words. They were quickly reorganized and arranged together in an orderly manner to form the rest of the note.
Klein, on the other hand, obeyed the dizziness in his head, his consciousness sank, and he entered a dreamland where the colors of the picture were dissipated, and he was always on the verge of collapse.
He is still the handsome man who is suspected of being the "God of Mystery". His face is still gentle, but his face is no longer covered with dark blue cracks like what he saw during the divination.
At this time, He was standing slightly dazed in a town shrouded in flames of war. Beside him were dozens of giant eight-clawed demon wolves that were two or three people tall, like wax statues, their joints twisted and still in place.
, and kept mumbling off-key gibberish.
"Zou Miao Lei... wrinkled Miao Lei... crepe life thunder..."
The babble keeps changing its tone, like a person who has lost the ability to speak and is trying to remember his mother tongue, like a babbling child who is struggling to practice saying his name.
A faint whimper suddenly came from the ruins and rubble around "Mysterious", and the top of the rubble pile formed after the collapse of a high-roofed house trembled.
Vivid bird-shaped patterns can still be clearly seen everywhere on the rubble, and there are even some bone decorations and bird-shaped sculptures.
It is precisely because of the existence of these strange customs that the trembling building ruins did not completely collapse, and there were still some gaps left. The top stone slab did not cover and compact the entire ruins.
"Secret" moved to the trembling ruins. His black eyes stared indifferently at the rolling gravel and the dust shaking off from the gaps. He did not intervene and just observed quietly.
boom!
The struggling beings in the ruins finally pushed away all the rubble above their heads, and a little boy with an exotic face crawled out with difficulty.
His body shimmered with bright light, lubricating liquid was constantly squeezed out of the air at his fingertips, and a breeze lingered around him.
There is no doubt that he is a "master of tricks" and an ordinary boy who believes in the "God of the Phoenix".
The boy breathed in the fresh air, his eyes half-squinted, as if he was adapting to the strong sunlight around him.
Suddenly, his gradually focused eyes clearly saw the strange, motionless demon wolf all around him with murmurs coming out of his mouth. He struggled violently again.
Unfortunately, his lower body was still stuck in the ruins. No matter how he struggled, he was only hurting himself and adding to the pain.
In the silence, it seemed as if there were invisible threads extending from infinite heights. The stone slabs and roof beams that were pressing on the boy were pulled apart, and his bloody legs were constantly healing in the reverse flow of time.
The "Secret" who had been observing the boy said nothing. The twisted demon wolf "sculpture" around him instantly lost its support. It stopped roaring weird gibberish and fell down without any warning. Its limbs were limp and huddled together.
The figure in a black robe walked among the corpses of the demon wolf, preparing to leisurely leave this ruined city.
The boy who had just climbed up from the ground looked around at the ruins blankly. It was not until he heard the loud noise of the demon wolf's body falling to the ground that he came back to his senses. Under the influence of an unknown attraction, he ran towards
The figure that is fading away.
In the dream, from Klein's perspective, he kept running like that, closely following the "Secret" walking in front, running through wind and rain, running through spring and autumn, and running from boy to teenager.
Finally, the rapidly changing scene with an intensified sense of collapse stopped flowing, and the dissipated colors suddenly solidified, becoming indistinguishable from reality.
"Secret" and the boy were hiding in a dark cave. In the sky outside the cave, heavy rain was falling. The water curtain falling from the sky blurred everything, hitting the ground and the entrance of the cave. It fell with the wind and intertwined into a network.
The two of them stood by a bonfire, feeling the rare warmth in the crackling fire.
The words of the two seemed to be affected by an unknown and secret force. Klein, who was hanging in mid-air, could only hear the last few unclear Elvish words of "Secret".
"my name?"
"...I heard a story, a story about a 'nightmare'..."
"...not a nasty magic wolf...he is a magician, a hybrid..."
"No last name?"
"...How about Ambrosius?"
With a snap, the entire dream shattered as the last syllable of "Secret" stood out. Klein was once again thrown out by a familiar feeling, and a touch of nostalgia and sadness appeared in his thoughts.
Is this the so-called danger? Klein looked at the writing that had returned to normal and couldn't help but recall everything he had just seen.
His right hand once again climbed up to the edge of the long bronze table and started tapping it skillfully.
"The little boy who just appeared in the dream is a 'magic master'?"
Klein, who had previously browsed more information at Chanis Gate, had seen some descriptions of the abilities of this sequence in the information about the Gnosis Society.
"If he is really the Sequence 8 of the 'Master of Magic' and the 'Apprentice', is this little boy the 'Tracer' described in the previous notes?" Klein rubbed the new words that appeared on the notes, his gaze moving.
The focus was slightly blurred, "The city-state of the Phoenix, the first believers, and the nightmare, these are all more in line with the description of the angel..."
Klein no longer thought about it, but withdrew his attention, pointed at the text, and read the new words carefully.
This time the text is no longer a description of the authority of the gods, but has become a diary style written in the first person form.
"Amanisis's little move was discovered by Fregra. It's a pity that the madman was not very clear-headed and wasted such a good opportunity."
"No, I can't say that. It should be said that he was lucky not to notice Amanysis's little move, and reminded us how dangerous the authority of 'darkness' is."
"His suggestion is right. Keeping a diary and repeatedly reading the contents written by oneself can indeed effectively stabilize one's humanity and gain a glimpse into one's own state at that time.
"Of course, I prefer to believe that he is simply satisfying his own bad taste and taking advantage of this opportunity to act. How can a leader of the 'Sea of Chaos' and a powerful 'psychiatrist' need such useless assistance!"
Why does it smell like complaining and hurting friends, and who are he and Amanysis... Klein frowned and turned to the next page.
The text on this page is not as sparse as the previous page, and the content is relatively substantial, but it does not seem relevant.
"Today, that guy gave birth to two sons. Gee, in terms of seniority, Roman has two more brothers."
"No, that's not right. Why do my students have to rank with His sons?"
"His symptoms are getting worse. Now I don't know whether it is the 'God' who talks to me anymore or a remnant like me."
"Oh, what remains unchanged is that no matter it is 'God' or Him, they are always eager to help me suppress the ravings of the 'Tianzun'. Is this a hatred that is inherited from the extraordinary characteristics?"
"After all, we are just thieves of the power of extraordinary characteristics, and we cannot truly become them. This is how I educated Roman. Existences in high positions will always exert an influence on the extraordinary people below them. Even if we reach this level, we cannot get rid of it. In other words, this
The degree is the beginning of the pain.”
"God", "Tianzun"!
Klein felt like he was suddenly transported into the plot of cultivating immortals, and felt a strong sense of absurdity.
"This shouldn't refer to just two titles, but to two sons. Wasn't the 'God of Mystery' going crazy when he wrote this?" Klein tapped the finger of his left hand at the sentence that puzzled him.
There is no clue in my mind, "'Tianzun' may refer to 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun', did he hear that person's ravings?"
When he first traveled through time, Klein had guessed that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had fallen. Later, his attention was taken away by the sudden appearance of the "mysterious god", and he temporarily forgot about the culprit who allowed him to travel through time.
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"Could it be that this 'Tianzun' is indeed dead, and the 'God of Mystery' is his successor, so that's why you hear his ravings?" A bold guess suddenly popped up in Klein's mind, "This has nothing to do with it.
The church agrees that high-ranking members of the path can influence lower-sequence members, but it doesn't say that dead ones can do it, so he may be similar to the "God of Mystery" and the successor of the so-called "God"...
..."
Klein moved his gaze and continued to look down. Although he was full of doubts, his brown pupils that were still calm suddenly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable and full of sudden panic.