In order to read this line clearly, Allen turned on the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall and squinted his eyes slightly.
I saw it said:
"11+2=13,12+1=13"
"What's the meaning?"
Allen found it very strange. He really couldn't figure out why there were two simple addition formulas like this in a notebook that recorded the prayers of the Dark Temple.
Could it be that the original owner of the body was doing elementary school math problems in this book?
The first thing he thought of was the "round table conference" he held not long ago on the far north ice sheet. There were exactly thirteen chairs around the round table.
"Could it be that the number '13' was also an idea that the original God of Darkness put into my mind?" He once again had a shuddering feeling.
“12+1” is easy to explain
Among the thirteen people sitting around the round table, Allen himself was unique.
As for "11+2"...could it be that besides himself, there is a special being among his followers?
Like a traitor?
Allen really couldn't understand.
But time is tight now, and he doesn't have time to think about it carefully.
He grabbed the notebook on the table, turned around and left the house where the original owner of the body had lived for a long time.
Because there were no lights on, the corridors and stairs were dark and gloomy, and the white walls turned black and gray.
Occasionally, there are bits of dead white color scattered on the ground, which are the spots of light cast by the moon through the branches of the trees.
Looking around, it seems like a cold and depressing fog is floating around in this vast space, soaking everything.
On the corridor wall, Allen accidentally caught a glimpse of a portrait
It was a bust portrait of Ellen's mother, Countess Carmen.
With fair complexion, delicate features, black hair, and blue eyes, he seems to be carved from the same mold as Allen.
The only difference is that the contours of Allen's cheeks are more angular and more masculine; Mrs. Carmen's is more feminine and feminine.
When Allen passed by in the corridor, the portrait kept looking at him with a smile, like a mother who cared about her children. No matter where he went, its gaze fell on him impartially.
For some reason, Allen felt at this moment that, perhaps because of the artist's deliberate beautification, Mrs. Carmen's portrait gave him a very unreal feeling.
It doesn't seem to be drawn in the exact likeness of a real person.
It's more like a paper figure conceived out of thin air in the artist's mind.
But now is not the time to dwell on this issue.
Allen turned a corner in a blink of an eye and came to the hall of the castle.
However, at this moment, he suddenly stopped.
The hall is brightly lit, forming a sharp contrast with the dim corridor.
All the candles on the candlesticks were quietly lit, and the kerosene lamps mounted on the walls all emitted a warm yellow light.
Coupled with the gorgeous furniture, exquisite wallpapers, colorful oil paintings and deep red carpets in the hall, it outlines a colorful and dreamlike picture.
An unexpected guest appeared in the hall.
"Mr. Merlins?"
Allen was a little surprised by Merlins' sudden appearance.
Although he knew that Merlins, as a legendary mage, could directly cross the void at any time and reach anywhere he wanted to go out of thin air, Alan was still a little surprised that Merlins actually followed him directly to his home.
At the same time, Allen discovered that he was still holding the "Evil God's Notebook" in his hand, and quietly stuffed it into his pocket.
"Alan, you left in such a hurry," Merlins smiled slightly and sat leisurely on the sofa in the castle hall. "I almost forgot to give you a gift."
"Gift?"
Allen was very curious as to what it was that Merlins made a special trip to give to him personally.
"Here, take it," Merlins said, taking out a small cloth bag from the pocket of the mage's robe and placing it on the large coffee table of York's house. "When you go to the new dimension, remember to pack it.
Don’t lose it.”
Allen sat on the chair opposite Merlins and grabbed the small cloth bag on the table with two fingers.
This thing isn't heavy, but it's sturdy.
Out of curiosity, Allen was ready to untie the rope and see what was inside.
"Wait, don't open it yet." Seeing his action, Merlins immediately stopped him and said, "Well, don't open it now."
The movements in Allen's hands stopped immediately.
Merlins pondered for a second, thought about it, and introduced: "This is a gift given to me by my teacher. Now I give it to you in the hope that you can come back alive from the alien plane intact."
It can be seen that Merlins is not good at saying such sensational words, and he seems a bit clumsy, even a bit like he is cursing people.
But Allen accepted his kindness.
"Thank you." He said sincerely.
"No need to thank me," Merlins waved his hand, "This is our common practice."
After hearing this, Allen suddenly realized a serious problem
Until now, he still doesn't know who Merlins' teacher is.
Logically speaking, Master Tower implements a tutor system, which is very similar to the graduate student system in the previous life. Tutors and students correspond one-to-one and are registered.
But Merlins' teacher was something of an enigma.
Everyone in the Mage Tower has no impression of him, as if this person has never existed;
It seems that relevant information has been recorded in the file, but as soon as the file is closed, everyone will forget the contents for various reasons.
All relevant traces seemed to have been quietly erased by a pair of invisible hands.
Many people even think that Merlins is self-taught.
"Teacher Merlins," thinking of this, Allen asked politely, "may I know who your tutor is?"
"My teacher," after hearing his words, Merlins showed a proud smile on his face, "Although this is a secret, because you are my student, I still tell you! You
But don't tell anyone else.
"My teacher, he is the famous 'faceless prophet'."
"The Faceless Prophet?" Allen was a little surprised, "Is it the Faceless Prophet who once created the Mage Tower?"
Although he had been mentally prepared for it, the answer far exceeded his expectations.
If he remembered correctly, thousands of years had passed since the Faceless Prophet created the Mage Tower. In such a long time, even the powerful legendary mage should have turned into dust.
So the "faceless prophet" has lived for so long?
Is he more powerful than the average legendary mage?
"Yes, it is indeed him," Merlins once again showed his narcissistic nature. "Only someone with outstanding vision like the great faceless prophet can discover this good seedling of mine in the vast sea of people."
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