Bonia was sitting next to her blankly, lost in thought. Hao Ren suddenly spoke and startled her. This little saint, who was far from mature, was as easily distracted as any child of her age. Wait.
After Hao Ren repeated his request, Bonia quickly jumped up and ran into a small room behind the temple. After a while of rummaging, she carefully walked away holding a small ceramic jar.
came out.
As mentioned before, the daily life of people in this world is closely related to various spices. Spices are not only a kind of daily necessities, but also involve religion, folk customs, etiquette and other aspects. Different types of spices are used in different occasions, and some
It is used to worship gods, some are used to cleanse oneself, and some are used in the baptism ceremony of newborns. The small jar Bonia took contains some off-white powder, which she made by herself, using various
It is roasted with herbs and magic. Hao Ren took some of this powder and felt a strong smell like licorice coming to his nostrils. He took out the data terminal and said, "Analyze it."
"A small amount of ingredients that can affect the development of brain nerves can affect early childhood brain development, reduce creative thinking ability and..." the data terminal said, circling around Bonia to determine the physiological details of humans in this world.
, "and the tendency to criticize reality independently. But it does not affect intelligence and genetic factors. In short, this is something that can make people 'obedient'. It is not clever, but if it is applied to everyone in large quantities,
It can almost ensure the stagnation of the entire civilization. Of course, these potions alone are not enough, a whole education system is also needed. I believe the tribes here have already done it."
Hao Ren frowned: "Is this a protective measure?"
"If placed on ordinary civilization, this should be a crime. But here it is indeed some kind of protection," the data terminal floated up and down. "The underground space of this world is not fertile, and the entire planet has no energy and no sun. The planet
The energy stored itself is extremely limited. You should know how quickly highly developed human society can consume the life of the planet, so the human civilization here has been stagnated, and the purpose should be to extend the life of the entire ecosystem."
"The goddess also taught you how to make this spice?" Hao Ren pointed to the small jar and asked Bonia. The latter glanced at Vivian quickly and nodded her head several times. Vivian continued to look miserable.
Qiu Shen's look: "...just think of it as what I taught you."
Hao Ren thought for a while, put the spices aside, and continued to read the diaries left by Beatrice. The witch was a scholar with a spirit of exploration. Unlike her counterparts in her era who only knew how to compete for power and the power of ancient artifacts,
They are very different. The records she left behind describe her research findings in this world at great length. She even left drawings: the drawings depict the ancient times recorded on stone tablets by the Fire Tribe and the Mountain Tribe.
Things. Beatrice believed that these things should still be buried deep underground. She mentioned some of her failed exploration plans:
"...There should still be many ruins deep in the earth. I found that there are abnormal cracks around some of the Pillars of Eternity. These cracks lead to the underground like deliberately left passages. However, the Pillars of Eternity themselves are of this world'
Miracle', the locals believe that these pillars are the arms of giants, and going deep into the foundation of the pillars will make the giants itchy, which will cause the sky to collapse, so I can only give up...
"The Fire Tribe seemed to be a magical nation called 'Ebiseus' in ancient times. They were good at making flame-driven machines and magical equipment. I restored some things from their stone tablets.
The drawings are..."
Many parchments at the back began to record Beatrice's archaeological discoveries, and she also mentioned some ancient heritage that tribe members still preserved. Hao Ren flipped through these things at will. Meanwhile, Bonia next to him began to sit and meditate again.
She was dozing off. The little saint was bubbling with snot in her nose as if there was no one around, and her upper body was dangling from side to side. The round cake-shaped pendant she hung around her neck continued to reflect golden light in the light of the phlogiston lamp. Hessiana's
Her eyes were suddenly attracted by this round cake. She woke up Bonia: "Little girl, let me see your pendant."
The little saint quickly took off the pendant from her neck and handed it to Hesiana.
Hesiana originally thought this was just a decorative metal cake. But when she got it, she discovered that it was something with an unimaginable level of precision. The perfectly round "pendant" was about the size of a pocket watch, and its surface was etched with what looked like a laser.
The technique produced complex and delicate patterns. The ends of some patterns were even inlaid with worn tiny crystals. When Hesiana was looking through this thing, she touched a button next to the metal cake, and the device popped open, revealing
There are exquisite mechanical structures and circuits inside, and there are some symbols and words engraved on the inside of its lid. Vivian curiously took a look at it, and used the translation plug-in to decipher what was written on it:
"National Library-Episius Archivist Key-can replace the universal ID card"
"This is an ancient sacred object," Bonia wiped off the snot bubbles from her nose and said seriously. "It has been passed down from generation to generation by the saints. It contains the incarnation of the spirit of knowledge and the will of the goddess."
"An exquisite alchemy tool that mixes the principles of mechanics and magic." Hesiana gently stroked the lines inside the ancient key with her fingers. Although its exterior has been worn, the interior is still well preserved. "It's probably underground."
Is there a ruin that matches it?”
Hao Ren, on the other hand, was turning to the last few manuscripts, and Beatrice's record was coming to an end. She left these things in the last year of her life, when her body was already suffering from all kinds of strange things.
Suffering from illness, she realized that her time was short, and towards the end of the manuscript, she mentioned more frequently and clearly that her death was approaching.
"...I don't have much time left. The more frequently I use magic and herbs to suppress the pain, the more violently it rebounds. My body cannot adapt to many substances in this world, and now these accumulated 'toxins' are almost gone."
My life is at risk. I have already said goodbye to Mobeika (the tribal saint at that time), but she still cannot accept this fact, but fate is unpredictable, who can fight against it?
"...What's interesting is that when I was approaching death, I began to miss my hometown. Although the world was in the most difficult period, and both witches and wizards suffered from unspeakable terror and high pressure, they died alone in this distant place.
Being in a foreign land does not seem to be a wonderful thing. Recently, I have been recalling things and acquaintances in my hometown so frequently that my work on deciphering ancient documents has also come to a standstill. I may have become fragile, but in these last days, there is no
People demand that a witch in distress must be strong...
"...Baptiste, please forgive me for mentioning your name only when everything is finally over, but I really think of you all the time. I miss you so much that I don't even dare to write your name on Anywhere or tell anyone, because every time I hear this name it only makes me realize more deeply how far apart we are. Maybe you are still looking for my whereabouts? How I wish I could now Talking to you, the only thing I want to tell you now is to stay away from this place.
"There is no hope here, there is nothing here. This world is a chaotic space with no return. The knowledge I once taught you is far from enough to deal with the dangers here, so don't come to me."
The manuscript ends here.
In the last few chapters of the parchment, Beatrice's records were already a bit messy, and she even felt a little unclear between reality and delusion. These things were not written at once, but she spent a year looking back on herself intermittently. The past ten years of experience here, so the last few parchments should reflect Beatrice's poor state at that time. But no matter how messy these words are, its meaning is still unmistakable:
This is the reason why Baptiste wants to find the second level of Purgatory at all costs.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the temple, and then a tribal warrior with red paint on his face suddenly broke in: "My Lady, Lady Saint, the sentry caught a person of unknown origin in the wilderness."
(I will leave in the afternoon to attend a classmate’s wedding out of town. I will be back in about two days. This chapter will be updated earlier.) (To be continued...)