Chapter 607 I am the answer, what is the question?
In the early morning, the sun was shining. Isabel suddenly made a "woo" sound as if she was awakened, and woke up leisurely from her dream.
Her cheeks were a little flushed. She rubbed her face vigorously, trying to take away the remaining warmth with her palms.
"Uh uh uh uh..."
She made a cry like a small animal, humming something.
But soon, Isabel became quiet again.
She opened her arms and lay on the empty big bed, staring blankly at the silver-white ceiling in the bedroom, which was decorated with red cloth and silver chandeliers and made of silver and tin.
Isabel unconsciously grasped the air around her.
She had prepared a pillow for Aiwass early. But so far, Aiwass has only slept here once.
——Sometimes, Isabel also hopes that when she wakes up, there will be that familiar person lying next to her. Instead of meeting her only in dreams.
But from another perspective... being able to meet again in a dream is at least better than being unable to see each other after separation.
At least she can now look forward to being hugged by Aiwass in another world before she goes to sleep every night.
"...But I still miss you."
She turned over slightly, stared at the empty and temperatureless side beside her, and murmured in a low voice: "I want to see you."
Next, Aiwass will prepare to perform a dangerous ritual.
In order to save energy and adjust her state, Isabel would not see him for at least several nights.
Isabel missed Aiwass, but she didn't want to ask Aiwass to take time out to see her at night - although she could also restrain her desire, just hug each other and sleep more peacefully. However, she couldn't even do this
No requests were made.
Because she was more worried about Aiwass's safety than the loneliness of wanting to meet him.
A ritual that even Aiwass considered "very dangerous" made Isabel feel very uneasy. In her feeling, Aiwass was almost omnipotent - he saved himself from such a desperate situation.
He was saved and tamed the chaotic Avalon like a hound. Even when faced with the real devil, he only took it seriously, never fearing or despairing.
——But even Aiwass thought that the operation would be very dangerous. He did not even inform Isabel of the specific contents of the ceremony.
Isabel knew Aiwass very well.
This is because Aiwass believed that Isabel would be worried about him after knowing the specific content of this ceremony. In order to prevent Isabel from experiencing the uneasiness of a relative being pushed into the operating room alone, he said nothing.
...But on the other hand, if Aiwass doesn't say anything, it means that he thinks it will make Isabel worried. Therefore, Isabel becomes even more worried.
But there was nothing Isabel could do.
Let's not talk about what she can do - she's not even around Aiwass.
"...I can only pray."
Isabel whispered. She took a deep breath, turned over from the bed and sat up with her waist.
She clasped her hands respectfully and devoutly, and just knelt down on the quilt. When she lowered her head, her somewhat messy light blond hair naturally hung down.
"I pay homage to the silver-crowned dragon, the god whose sacred number is seven. The god who cannot be disobeyed, the god who wears the crown and holds the sword...
"Please protect Aiwass as you protect your country..."
In order to relieve her inner uneasiness, Isabel repeatedly whispered a prayer for Aiwass.
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At three o'clock in the morning, Isabel finished dressing and sat upright in the Queen's study, reading attentively the gift Aiwass sent to her through church channels.
"Puppet Tantra".
Aiwass told Isabel that if she could learn this tantra book well, she might be able to cross the limits of space and appear in Avalon and the Theocracy at the same time.
Although Aiwass did not tell Isabel the true effectiveness of the "Puppet Mask Tantra" in order not to create a preconceived understanding and thus affect the study of tantra. However, Isabel is still working hard to study this tantra book these days.
It's not even just to play with Aiwass "offline"... but it's also to relieve myself from the constraints of the name "Queen".
Next to Isabel is another small book called "Hell in Disguise: The Puppet Show". This can be regarded as a reference book for the "Puppet Tantra", or a decryption card.
"Puppet Tantra" is a tantra book on the path of beauty. Of course, its reading also needs to test the reader's talent and adaptability in the path of beauty. When Isabel looked through this book, the words on it
The text does not form a discourse that can be read normally.
What this book is written is not a story, but a diary.
Isabel had always liked keeping diaries, so she jumped into it immediately.
And the first owner of this diary seems to be a queen... She is called the "Queen of Kings". She is not a human, but a snake. This diary is written in a poetic and profound language.
Some unclear words.
But on top of her sentences, there were other languages superimposed. The second owner of this diary called herself "Little Green" and was an "archeology college student in the empire." She seemed to be investigating the history of the snake people, so she found
I made a copy of this diary and made a lot of comments and complaints about my daily life in this diary.
And its third owner, called "John", seems to be a literature teacher at that university, and he is also researching that period of snake history. He discovered Xiaolu's diary, but did not report the other party.
Instead, they chatted with each other. They expressed different opinions on the Snake Queen's diary, and talked to each other, exchanged feelings, and shared secrets.
But this tantric book in Elvish language mixes these three texts together.
Isabel initially thought it was because the translator had not done a good job, and she could not understand the book after reading it for two days.
Until she got a headache after reading it, she took the book "Hell in Disguise: Puppet Show" this morning and flipped through it... After reading for a long time, a sudden inspiration hit her.
Isabel suddenly understood - it wasn't that the translator didn't do it well, but that he did it very well.
In the original version of this tantra, the words in the three handwritings must have been mixed in the same book, and the translator unified them in the same font.
She looked at the thin picture album and searched for every object in it. Then she used this individual to find the same word as in the original text, and started reading from that word as the beginning of the sentence. As a result, it became again
Another sentence with a completely different meaning.
Every sentence is a question, every sentence is a riddle.
Although she didn't understand the meaning of these riddles at all, Isabel felt a touching and mysterious attraction.
And when Isabel looked at it in fascination, she suddenly understood the unclear words of the "Queen of Kings".
Those incomprehensible words happen to be the answers to the riddles posed by the "reference book".
"——The riddle that formed the riddle in the first place itself happens to be the answer to the riddle!"
Isabel suddenly understood.
And the moment Isabel fully understood the mystery of this book, she suddenly felt a sense of distortion.
It was like breaking free from an illusion - the world around him was shattered like a shattered glass window.
Her consciousness was pulled into the tantra book.
Inside, she saw the enchanting Snake Queen, the innocent and romantic female college student Xiao Lu, the serious but gentle teacher John, and more...
They had many stories surrounding this storybook about the "Snake Queen".
Then they become stories, and then new stories happen around this story, and the cycle repeats.
At the end, the scene changed——
——From the beginning, there was no one at all!
They are just masks with different expressions, dancing around the stage. And the picture of them dancing shrinks inward and becomes the content of another book, and there are more masks outside;
Then the screen shrinks again...
In this cycle of a book within a book, all masks are connected to thin transparent threads, the ends of which spread into the endless darkness above.
"I ask you, my successor.
"If I were the answer."
A repeated voice sounded in Isabel's ears: "So, what is the problem?"
