Wendell was still kneeling with his upper body lying on the ground. After listening to the white-haired girl's explanation, he connected with all the plans in an instant.
"So that's what it is... On the surface, this trial is a political game of the empire, but in fact, the teacher wants to elicit the existence behind it!"
The white-haired girl stretched out her hand and flicked Wendel's wrinkled forehead.
The latter only saw the crimson skirt flashing past in front of his eyes, and the girl sat back on the sofa again.
At this time, Wendell suddenly worried: "But what if... the being hiding behind gives up on the suspect and doesn't show up?"
"As long as we hide deep enough and let the imperial government stand in front of us and show off, there is a high probability that the guy in the dark will be attracted. When the time comes... your teacher will be able to take action and take back what belongs to him." The white-haired girl picked up the cup.
The wine, which was like blood, was tasted elegantly, "Hmm~~! Even if it is just a subtle glance cast in the direction of the execution ground, with that person's ability, he will definitely be able to detect it."
As Wendell listened to what the girl in front of him said, the excitement on his expression became more and more intense.
"It's unbelievable... It's amazing. When I studied invisible techniques with my teacher in the past, he analyzed the principles of seers and the secrets of religious gods. He believed that studying secret transmissions was just a way to get close to the gods, but
It’s not the only method. I didn’t expect that he really succeeded...as a mortal, he climbed directly to the top..."
"There's nothing strange about this. If you live long enough, you will definitely understand that all methods are essentially the same." The white-haired girl crossed her legs, and her calves covered with white stockings warmed.
Del wandered in front of him.
Looking at this pure and lovely cardamom girl, Wendel did not dare to have any evil thoughts in his heart: "I...I don't understand."
The white-haired girl pursed her lips and tasted the wine, then said: "You have studied invisible arts in the past, but you have not become a seer."
"Like the teacher, I have no chance of obtaining secret information, and we are both afraid of fatality." Wendell knelt and lowered his head.
"Then you must have heard of the 'imitation method' that speeds up the progress of secret transmission research." The white-haired girl flipped her hair.
Wendell nodded quickly and replied: "Of course! It is a way of acting. Walking, sitting, and lying with the identity marked on the secret transmission can speed up the understanding of the knowledge inside, that is, speed up the study process, but... that
It will make people reach the threshold faster and cause fatality!"
"As an ordinary person, your understanding is already in place, which is very good!" The white-haired girl clapped her hands, so lightly that she didn't even make a sound, "The imitation method recognized by the seers was actually born out of a
It is a very ancient secret technique. This secret technique is one of the rumored ways to become a god. The Dark Moon Ceremony performed by your teacher also contains traces of this secret technique."
When the voice stopped, the white-haired girl looked at the bright moon outside the window, and continued: "Do as he does, until he behaves like you, so that others can't distinguish you from him. This is called 'wearing armor'. This is the kind of secret
The name of the technique.”
After hearing this, Wendell's mind buzzed, and he pondered over and over again the meaning of this word.
"To put it simply, there is a piece of clothing here. The seer can wear it, and you can also wear it. After wearing it, you will be equally radiant, and you can exert the power of the clothes, so that outsiders can't tell whether you are the same person or not.
This is armor."
This statement obviously failed to make Judge Wendell understand, and his eyes reflected the confusion in his heart.
"You mean, ordinary people can also have the power of seers?"
The white-haired girl did not explain, but continued her own words: "The key is whether you can retain your own characteristics and not become that 'clothes'."
"For example, even though you two have the same appearance after putting on clothes, as long as you speak, people can still tell who is who. If your personality is assimilated by the imprint of clothes, you will lose your independence. Is there any
The physical body has no meaning anymore..."
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At this time in the cubicle downstairs, Aunt Rachel was not aware of the private communication of the Honorable Judge. She only knew that she had been waiting for a long time and no one came to take care of her, and she did not know whether Wendell was willing to meet her.
Time passed by the hands on the wall clock minute by minute. Rachel couldn't wait any longer and decided to take a risk.
She secretly left the cubicle and carefully searched for any trace of Judge Wendell in the house.
She avoided the servants and deacons, and checked the dining room, balcony, kitchen and other places without risk, but found no trace of the judge.
So she went upstairs and heard the judge's voice outside a hidden room.
For some unknown reason, Wendell seemed to have deliberately sent away all the servants on this floor to prevent them from disturbing his meeting with the distinguished guests.
But because of a dishonest visitor and Wendell not closing the door to the reception room, his current communication with the white-haired girl was completely overheard by Aunt Rachel.
The old woman carefully moved to the crack of the door and looked inside.
She saw that the chief judge, who had been in the court a few days ago and was giving orders, was now kneeling on the ground and worshiping a young girl!
She looked at the girl and was deeply attracted by her incredibly beautiful appearance and temperament.
Rachel has never seen such a beautiful girl in her life. Her beauty doesn't even look like a human being, it's simply a carefully crafted work of art!
When Rachel discovered this living room, the white-haired girl had just finished explaining the concept of "armor".
Judge Wendell, who did not understand this concept, stopped discussing the topic in depth. He now had a strong desire to meet his "teacher".
"I...can I see him? Lady Remilia! This is the only meaning of the rest of my life...Oh no, we can't call him that now, we should use 'him'..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After hearing what he said, the white-haired girl left the sofa with her hands behind her back and smiled at him: "Of course there is no problem, and He is here, everywhere..."
"Here? My home?" Wendell took a breath, this result was unexpected.
The white-haired girl walked around behind Wendell, and not long after, the latter felt a soft ribbon placed on his eyes, completely blocking his sight.
Before he could understand what was going on, the girl's voice sounded softly in the judge's ears.
"For the existence that has reversed the incubation of immortality, transformed into the third form, and integrated the characteristics of the ancient true god... If you have not stepped through the gate of understanding, then you will die the moment you look directly at His face..."
Her voice was very soft, so soft that only Judge Wendell could hear it.
The girl glanced sideways behind, smiled slightly, took Wendell's hand, and walked to the further room connected to the living room.
She gently pushed open the black door of the room, making a sharp friction sound, and a strange smell hit her nostrils.
Wendell knew very well what was in the room inside, but now, he felt a deep fear.
The majestic and invisible pressure rushed out from the door that had been closed. Although nothing could be seen, the cold and darkness were like maggots on the tarsal bones, eating away at Wendel and causing him pain all over.
His legs weakened and he fell to his knees.
In front of him was a straight and towering Gothic throne.
It was originally Wendell's collection, but at this moment, a human-shaped shadow actually sat on the seat.
When the door opened, Aunt Rachel, who was peeping outside the living room, inevitably saw the shadow on the seat.
Indescribable sights and fears rushed into Aunt Rachel's mind.
The shadow on the throne was wearing a short black cloak and a dirty tunic, tattered as if it had been burned.
He was motionless, with countless black branches that were twisting ferociously, like roots, flying around his body.
These roots are wriggling with teeth and claws, indescribably weird.
The starting point of these roots all converged on his head, but the heads on his shoulders were not human heads at all, but something... extremely terrifying and weird.
That thing was not a living thing at all, it was very indescribable.
If you really want to describe it, it's like a few thousand-year-old tree roots that are entangled and twisted together, constantly entangled! Entangled! A spiral black vortex is twisted out like a twist...
The black vortex seemed to be an abyss swallowing everything, and the surrounding airflow was gathering towards it, being sucked in, and even creating a distorted form of space!
Judge Wendell was blindfolded and did not see all this, while the girl known as Remilia bowed slightly and saluted the strange thing in front of her.
Aunt Rachel, who was the only one who was peeping, saw this thing, her eyes immediately began to become bloodshot, and countless terrifying and crazy thoughts tore through her consciousness like ferocious beasts.
Black blood immediately flowed out of her seven orifices, and she held her head and screamed in pain. Her state was even more terrifying than that of Agent Videl who went crazy in the courtroom.
Just one glance at the "thing" inside, and Aunt Rachel's mind and body were completely shattered.
She had no "cognition" at all. She was like a crazy wild dog. She screamed and rushed out of the window. She fell from the upstairs to the ground and broke a leg. However, she still could not relieve the pain caused by the destruction of her mental body.
The pain is boundless.
She howled wildly, howled in pain, rushed out of the mansion, fell on the street, and was hit by a speeding carriage and ran over...