January 6, 1856, was destined to be an extraordinary day for the city of Nimschel.
Near dawn, the professor, who had been sleepless all night, stood by the balcony with a wide view, overlooking the entire Nimschel through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was only at this time that it was the quietest, with no more noisy tourists and no more people.
Drunkards wandering around at midnight, high-rise buildings and low-rise houses are all prostrate on the soil and rocks washed by the river, as if they are asleep. The quiet atmosphere envelopes every clear spring and every winding river in the city.
It constitutes all the memories that have made Nimshel people proudly known as the "City of Fountains" for hundreds of thousands of years.
But where are those memories now? Those holy springs that once flowed like water in the streets and alleys of the city, looking for deep wells and ancient springs buried under simple alleys and incomplete bricks, thus inspiring a kind of praise for the vitality of life.
Monks, where are they now? When they were still praying devoutly to the sad statue of the spring spirit on the carriage on the wandering road, did they ever hear that people a hundred years ago gathered on the land below their feet?
Singing in unison——
Ah!
May the great spring spirit grant us the blessing of life!
That sound was enough to penetrate all human creations, reach the spiritual realm where God resides, and gain her recognition and approval. Unfortunately, it is completely missing now, as if it disappeared into the ancient distance with the departure of those people.
Is it a pity?
It doesn’t really matter.
Whether it is the Holy Fountain Monks or the Holy Fountain Monks, whether it is the Holy Fountain Sanctuary-Tiffis Church or the past City of Fountains and today's international city of Nimschel, what fate will they encounter?
For Professor David, it doesn't matter what kind of ending we get.
Because Rochelle was right about only one thing: he had never been a devout Quanling believer, nor could he even be considered a qualified believer.
Going back further, in fact, his father Schmidt David is not the same. He just cannot evacuate with His Majesty the Patriarch Kailiul for some reason and must stay in this city; going back further,
The ancestor who betrayed the Cangtian Order when the Holy Spring Monks came to Laisen Castle, voluntarily surrendered, and helped the former defeat the latter's ancestors cannot be considered a follower of Quan Ling. He just stood on the side of the winner. p>
The David family has many identities in the history of Laisenberg: emerging nobles rising from the bottom, loyal ministers of the royal family, devout believers of the Cangtian Order, people who understand current affairs in the new era, and the mainstay of the Holy Fountain Monks after their decline...
But everyone who inherits the name of David actually doesn't care about these identities. They just have to use them to get something and realize that great long-cherished wish.
Now is the time to reveal the disguise.
Professor David on the balcony took one last look at the sleeping city of Nimschel. Perhaps he would never return to this city in his life, but would change his face and enter history with another identity and another reason.
on the stage, and began to perform gorgeously. This is what the "Davids" are best at doing, or rather it has become instinct.
He turned around and walked to the display cabinet in the center of the exhibition hall, and took out the Kreisov brass volume that was kept without any protective measures. The familiar weight made his palms sink. There was a kind of feeling hidden deep in the brass cover.
A simple and heavy atmosphere. As the curator of the Luberon Museum, Professor David has touched this brass volume countless times in the past ten years, but now he finds that his hands are still trembling slightly, as if he cannot restrain himself from being so excited.
Mood.
However, there is no need to rush.
The night watchman and the eyes and ears of the Order Scale are closely monitoring him near the museum. He must escape from their surveillance area without being noticed before the plan can take the next step.
As for how to escape, Professor David was not unprepared. In other words, the ancestors of the David family had anticipated a similar situation a long time ago and began to make careful arrangements. Now it is the result of accumulation and inheritance from generation to generation.
moment.
He put the Kreisov brass scroll into his arms and stored it in the inner pocket of his coat. Then he took out a black wooden box, about the size of a palm, with mysterious runes engraved on the surface. The professor carefully opened the box
, as soon as a small crack was opened, a dim afterimage floated out like a shadow on a curtain, flying quickly towards the balcony, as if wanting to escape from here. Professor David, who was well prepared, directly stretched out his hand
Grab it and feel the force of its constant struggle in your palm.
The professor snorted coldly, and dipped his other hand into some small white particles from the opened black wooden box, which looked like salt. He sprinkled it on the mask in his palm, which immediately caused him to fall into a more violent struggle, but only
It only lasted a moment, and soon it lost the strength to resist and crawled in the palm of the professor's hand, looking languid.
Professor David then let go of his palm, and what appeared in his eyes was a mask as thin as a cicada's wings. Its texture was very soft to the touch, like human skin; but what appeared on the mask was not anyone's face.
Instead, they are squirming and growing pink granules, like countless bugs crawling around in the eye sockets, nostrils, ears and mouth. Just a glance is enough to make a timid person feel sick and vomit.
This is a sacred relic, its name is: Rawa's Human Skin Mask.
It first appeared in the Kreisov period, and was a relic enshrined in an underground tomb. Later, it was discovered that that tomb may contain a [monster] path transcendent who had reached the demigod realm. A highly skilled tomb robber.
The relic was unearthed and stolen from the tomb, and later passed into the hands of a believer named Lava. Due to a coincidence, Lava injected magic into the mask, which immediately stimulated its original power and created
A clone that is exactly the same as himself.
The overjoyed Rava thought he had accidentally harvested a powerful holy relic. Unexpectedly, he was soon swallowed by the mask in his sleep. The clone turned into himself and continued to live on his behalf. Later, the mask continued to swallow up Rava.
Wa's family, friends, colleagues and even his direct superiors gradually moved towards the top of the Cangtian Order. It was not until later that too many people were missing that they were exposed and sealed by the high priest at the time.
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For such an evil and uncontrollable holy relic, we originally planned to destroy it directly, but later we accidentally discovered that salt grains can effectively restrain its ability to move and change, so we made the decision to seal it as a precaution. When the Holy Spring Monks took over Laisen Castle, they had a fierce conflict with the local Cangtian Order. At that time, the ancestors of the David family betrayed the Cangtian Order and took refuge in the Holy Spring Monks, leaking many secrets, which led to
The former was completely defeated. In that unprecedented defeat, ancestor David tried every means to obtain some relics of the Cangtian Order and passed them down as the wealth accumulated by the family.
Although later, due to the promulgation of the "Religious Decree" and the evacuation of the Holy Fountain Monks, Schmidt David, the head of the family at the time, had to surrender to the religious order and obey the provisions of the "Management Regulations". In order to show
With his own sincerity, he also handed over many extraordinary items accumulated by the family, including potion formulas, magic documents, research materials and other things to the United Order, thus preserving the transcendent status of the David family and successfully acquiring the Lubeon Museum.
Curator position.
However, some extraordinary items have been kept in secret, and only the direct descendants of the bloodline know about it. Lava's human skin mask is one of them. Its effect can often have unexpected effects. In the past, the David family has used
Its power has captured a lot of wealth, and today, it will also become a powerful help for Professor David to escape surveillance and realize his long-cherished wish.
Slowly input a small amount of magic power into Lava's human skin mask. This level of magic power fluctuation is less than 100o's, so it will not attract the attention of external monitors, but it can stimulate the power of the holy relic and make the huddled
The mask gradually stretched out, emitting a dull light.
Afterwards, Professor David carefully covered his face with the mask. As soon as it was firmly attached to his skin, those pink granules that squirmed like tiny insects couldn't wait to rush out through the holes on the mask's facial features, piercing deeply.
It touched the professor's mouth, nose, ears, eyes and other parts, and constantly moved around the area below the face, beginning to simulate his facial muscle texture and subtle expression changes.
This process was filled with unimaginable pain, but Professor David remained silent, as if he was doing something very ordinary. After about half a minute, he suddenly reached out his hand and forcibly pulled the human skin mask off his face.
When it came down, the sound was crisp and harsh, like tearing off a piece of paper. The ends of the torn flesh buds were still moving uneasily, adhering to the fine pieces of flesh, and pink blood drops were dripping down.
The professor's elegant and gentle face was already covered in mottled blood.
The human skin mask in his palm floated and turned into Professor David's face, which was exactly the same, even in the smallest parts. Then, with the human skin as the core, the pink flesh buds continued to elongate, tangle, and twine,
Solidification... constituted the head, neck, body, limbs and even clothing, glasses and cane. In just a moment, an intact Professor David appeared in the dark museum, holding the heavy walnut wood with both hands.
Walking stick, with an elegant smile on his lips, he nodded slightly to his body.
Only by careful observation can you see that there is a dark impulse and greedy desire hidden deep in his seemingly gentle eyes, as if he wants to devour the flesh and blood of the person in front of him to fill his own empty heart. p>
There is no doubt that this is an evil clone, no different from a real monster.