Alice's intelligence level is basically in an erratic state. Sometimes she is so smart that people doubt her wisdom, and sometimes she speaks words that normal people can't understand and makes her blood pressure rise. Now she seems to be in the first place.
In this state, the analysis is organized and convincing.
Finally, she came to the conclusion: "In other words, as long as we follow the book and find the secret passage in the real Avignon village ruins, we can reach the bottom of the Ronin Rift Valley and find the mysterious angel.
.If she is indeed the young queen we are looking for, then everything will be fine. Even if she is not... there will still be her treasure, hehehe."
At the end of the sentence, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and exposed the lower limit of my IQ.
"But," Metien questioned: "We don't have a brass scroll. If we just go there like this, won't there be any problems?"
"There is nothing we can do about it. The only brass scroll unearthed now is from the collection of the Lubeon Museum. We can't go and ask others for it, right? Besides, we are the party representing love and justice, and we have rebelled against the angels in the past and plotted against them.
The strength of the sinner David is different. As long as we can explain this clearly, the other party will definitely understand us. So, it’s not a big problem!”
Alice seemed confident, but this guy's confidence had never been trustworthy, so everyone invariably turned their attention to Ringer, wondering what decision he would make.
Should he return to Nimsher City and find a way to obtain the Brass Scroll? Or, as Alice said, go directly to the bottom of Ronin Rift through the secret passage, believing that his love and justice can convince the man who was once a human being.
What about the angels given by the Lord who have betrayed me? I always feel like my hope is slim.
Only Saint Xalia knows that this is not a multiple-choice question.
Ringer has no choice. If he is determined not to get involved in the struggle between animist believers and the sect, then there is only one answer——
"Tomorrow afternoon," the young man said softly, "we will set off to the Ronin Rift Valley."
The girls looked at each other without questioning.
Lin Ge naturally has his reasons for making such a decision. Although I am a bit confused: why does it have to be in the afternoon? If you are pursuing efficiency, wouldn't it be more appropriate to set off in the morning? Could it be that Lin Ge was thinking about Alice?
Leave her time to stay up late and sleep in?
If you say such a reason, even the lamb will laugh out loud.
In any case, we have reached a consensus and found a direction for breakthrough. We will wait for the results tomorrow. I wonder if that mysterious Lord-given angel is the next girl queen that everyone is looking for, and what will she be like?
What kind of person is he?
With some anxiety and expectation, Metien took Xie Mi back to her room, and continued to study the potion books that Olvera copied for her, striving to get over the theoretical learning stage as soon as possible and enter the practical testing stage, and then use it.
Sister Alice, let's do an experiment and try to cure her ADHD, neurosis, overconfidence and terminal anxiety disorder... Wait, the pink-haired little girl thought so, and her desire to save lives became stronger.
The golden-haired maid who was secretly talking about sneezed, but she didn't take it to heart. They all went back to the room mumbling. It seems that there is no time to play games tonight, so they have to hurry up and make a new game.
.Although she hasn’t decided on the subject yet, it doesn’t matter. She can draw a pie first and talk about the rest later.
There are only two girls left in the room and the Queen is still there.
Oveira originally lived in the same room as Linge. When she saw everyone had left, she yawned, took out her pen and paper, and continued to help Medien copy the books she needed to learn herbal knowledge. However, in
Before the pen tip touched the soft paper and made a slight rustling sound, she quietly raised her head and glanced at Ringer by the window.
The young man was looking at the night view of the small town outside the window, silently, while Saint Xalia stood side by side with him, her lips as soft as primroses in early spring opening and closing slightly, not knowing what she was saying. Her voice was very soft and thin, even though
Olvera, who was in the same room, couldn't hear clearly either. Maybe only Ringer, who was close to Chi Chi, could hear it.
What were they talking about? The princess of Beimang couldn't help but daydream, and suddenly there was a strange touch at her feet. She lowered her head and found that the lamb was cradling her instep with its head. She immediately smiled, stretched out her hand, and stroked it gently.
The soft and fluffy hair on its back is like stroking a white snowflake falling from the sky.
The blowing night wind carries the conversation between the young man and the shepherd girl to the shadow of the windmill standing in the distance, like the back of a giant standing in the darkness.
"Do you need me to accompany you tomorrow morning, Ringer?"
"No need, I just want to verify some things."
"Ask for confirmation?"
"Well, although Alice's speculation is very reasonable, I always feel that... the legend is not like this, at least not what we see. There are still many hidden truths that we have ignored, and I must find the answer." "I believe you will find it."
"Well, thank you."
"..."
"...Saint Shalia?"
"I'm here, Ringer, what can I do?"
"I am not using grace scroll magic now, but——"
"Huh?"
"I still feel an ominous premonition."
It's as if something is about to happen.
……
The night is getting darker, and the city of Nimschel is still brightly lit. The river of light spreads from the east and north districts, soaking into the dark landscape of remote urban areas and suburbs. On the Secher Mountain, on the top floor of the Lubeon Museum, the museum
Professor David Chang was counting the exhibits. The huge exhibition hall was deserted. Except for the thin professor with a back, there were only cold glass showcases to accompany him.
Although all exhibition halls are open 24 hours a day during the World Exposition, out of caution, only some less important exhibits will be on display at night. Therefore, from nightfall, the exhibition halls above the third floor of the Luberon Museum will be closed.
According to the state, tourists will no longer be received from the outside. Precious exhibits such as various original agreements and ancient documents, including the Kreisov Brass Scroll, will also be transported back to the original exhibition hall for safekeeping.
Originally, small things like counting the exhibits did not need to be done by Professor David himself as the curator, and could be left to other staff members. But he is a serious and prudent person, and he never slacks off in his work.
He is a very dedicated person, and as a result, he has gained the respect and love of most people. He is not only a knowledgeable, humble and courteous professor, but also a very responsible curator.
However, no one knows that in the curator's mind, the entire Lubeon Museum collection combined is not as important as any one of them.
Standing in front of a showcase displaying ancient documents from the Middle Ages, with one hand on his crutch and the other behind his back, the distinguished professor stared at the Kreisov brass scroll placed in the most conspicuous area, with a look in his eyes.
The extremely complex emotions are deeper and more groggy than the quiet night flowing outside the museum.
No matter how many times he saw it, he sincerely believed that displaying other documents alongside this brass scroll was actually an insult to the latter. Although those documents were actually older than the latter, it could be seen from them
The climate changes and natural changes in a region over a long period of seven centuries can also see all the traces of an ancient dynasty from its rise to its decline and ultimately its demise. Therefore, in the minds of meteorologists and historians,
, far better than an undecipherable mysterious book, but how would those people know the true meaning it represents?
People in the world are shallow and ignorant. They can only see what they see with the naked eye. They are unable to trace the source, cross the fog of history, and see the hidden truth.
Only by exploring the memories of past lives and tracing the origin of blood can we know that all the unsolved mysteries in the world have their own meanings.
Such were the frequent and endless wars in ancient and medieval times, such was the sin and humiliation buried under the glorious history of the "International City" Nimsher, and such were the believers in animism who persisted in their illusory ideals and did not hesitate to do so.
So is the determination to confront an invincible enemy.
So, why can't we, me, do the same?
The so-called possibility is a belief that is constantly verified and consolidated in the obsession passed down from generation to generation.
……
Winter, winter.
Suddenly, heavy and powerful footsteps came from behind, as if they suddenly appeared in the exhibition hall, stepping on the luxurious and bright marble floor, gradually approaching Professor David, and finally stopped behind him.
Before the professor turned around, Ruo Rock's deep voice had already sounded, hitting the solid church columns and arches, and echoing under the spectacular semicircular dome: "I'm back as promised, Lord David."