"President Viadlin knows something about my past situation."
Cyndia recalled: "I was born in a small town in the northeastern part of the empire. My family once relied on a herbal medicine shop to make a living. I was kidnapped about ten years ago, perhaps because of my expertise in elixirs and other fields.
Some talents, as so-called "assistants", lived in darkness for five years. During this period, they not only endured the pain of separation from their relatives, but also personally witnessed or indirectly participated in some of their actions: seemingly normal words and deeds, weird sacrifices
, horrific rituals, experiments on human bodies or animals and plants, and the refining of various items beyond the cognitive bottom line of normal people..."
"...It wasn't until they were rescued by the Guidance School that they learned their names. Their parents were no longer around at that time... and it is said that in the past fifty years, there are few records of them in the cases investigated by official organizations, either their activities are very quiet, or they are
I acted too covertly, and my kidnapping and rescue were both small-probability events... Later, I was put under long-term observation, removed from the risk, included in the civil service, and finally I was lucky enough to be promoted and assigned to the Uvranser branch..."
"This group of people are evil and methodical in doing things, and they also have a 'great sense of mission'. They believe that they are 'pioneers' who lead mankind to touch the essence of life and spirituality... Take human experiments as an example. They will not only attack others, but also
Even if he goes crazy, he can have himself stabbed without any hesitation, as long as he feels it is necessary or thinks that his experimental conditions are more suitable than others... And some core members are usually gentle and gentle, and even have a bright public identity..."
"Honestly, I'm most afraid of this kind of person." Lawyer Monroe curled his lips.
Everyone frowned when they heard this, feeling that it was really unlucky for the Bologna School to deal with such a historical issue. When they thought about the Conciliation School's hatred of all official imperial organizations, they began to feel worried.
In particular, Dupont thought a little more: Why did President Viadlin go out so often in the past six months?
He took a deep breath: "No matter what the reconciliation school is, let's deal with this 'agent' and the 'Pleasure Listening Club' first. Professor Anton is an old friend of the president, Carlo En's teacher, and he and his eldest daughter were killed.
The matter has never been cleared up, and now a large number of victimized students belonging to the middle class are involved.
"The misleading emphasis made by Carloun and the time rhythm he grasped are correct. It will be tomorrow, February 1st... Jospin Cecil, the agent, has already obtained Bologna through certain channels.
The school's action plan on February 15th has just been double confirmed by Carloun's so-called "Special Patrol Office is ready to take action" at the party. He will think that the time on the 15th is dangerous, and the earlier it is from this time, the better.
It’s safe, and under Sylvia’s pressure to push for progress, he will probably start scheduling work immediately.”
The four of them reached a consensus and prepared to leave.
"Which place in the school is suitable for setting up a small secret ceremony?" Fan Ning asked.
Cyndia said: "Isn't it the cursed seal made of the moving substance 'Shining Golden Spark' you asked about last time? Did you get it so quickly? That's not right, and it also requires..."
"I have been promoted to the middle level."
…It’s only been two months. Several people’s expressions were twitching.
Especially Dupont, who has been at this level for several years and has a deep understanding of its difficulties and dangers, has carefully observed Fan Ning, but judging from his recent high investigation efficiency and his strict and clear understanding of various characters and organizations,
After analyzing and sorting it out, it doesn't seem like there is a risk of being 'lost' or 'distorted'. On the contrary, it is in better shape than ever.
"It's a good thing. Previously, there was only one person in the middle class, DuPont." Lawyer Monroe said.
"I'll take you to a common room behind the physical training ground on the third floor." Cyndia glanced at Fan Ning a few more times.
"Thank you." Fan Ning picked up his briefcase.
It has a simple office-like layout, with clean countertops and no trace of clutter, and a light wood fragrance fills the air.
After he was the only one left in the room, the environment was so quiet that the only sound was his breathing. After finishing the simple preparations, he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep, following the road signs and memories to reach Yiyong.
The round black metal plate in his hand disappeared out of thin air, returned to the will of the world, and gradually revived under the attention of the Lord of Witnesses, the "Unfallen Fire".
At 2 o'clock in the morning, Fan Ning opened his eyes from his sleep. He still held the golden sparkle in his hand, but its appearance had completely changed. The color was dazzlingly incandescent, and the original neat round edges were dancing with a flame-like outline.
The remaining sense of disobedience settled from the astral body and resonated with the surrounding environment. The sunlight in the room late at night was fierce, the warmth was rippling, and the skin was hot.
While the "Mood of Light Echo" had not dissipated, Fan Ning took a deep breath, recalled the secret ritual construction methods he had recently learned in the literature, also recalled the previous demonstration given by Qiong, and started his first attempt.
Although this secret ritual of making a curse seal only requires the storage of echoes, it is relatively simple and only contains the basic steps of the most common secret ritual, and Qiong also made some preparations for himself in advance, but he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
The need for it is very urgent in terms of time, and the price of the moving materials in my hands is equivalent to two apartments of my own.
The preliminary step to any mystery is to identify the witnesses.
It is similar to the principle of Yiyong signpost. It can be either a vaguely referenced phase symbol or a precise referenced symbol of the Lord of Witness.
Just like handwriting is different, the shapes drawn by each symbol cannot be completely overlapping and consistent, but a high degree of spiritual concentration must be maintained to achieve the necessary mystical characteristics.
Fan Ning dipped his quill pen in ink and carefully drew the witness symbol of "Unfallen Fire" on the parchment paper: a circle in the middle and flaming radiating lines around it.
The importance of this point is fatal. For example, for "Fire that Will Not Fall", if the performer of the secret ritual does not change anything else but draws the circle into an oval or moon shape, it is not allowed to point to some other strange prayer.
object.
After confirming the witnesses, the spiritual number can be preliminarily determined. It uses candles as symbols to count, which can be counted as "roots". In some special cases, candlesticks can also be used to count "groups".
The spiritual number Fan Ning chose for the object of prayer this time is 10, which some ancient scholars called "Kingdom", implying praise for the bright wisdom of the "unfallen fire" - blazing and dazzling, full of vitality and power. A candle that symbolizes the self.
Then take 1 as usual.
It is said that the correspondence between the choice of spiritual numbers and the witnesses is not completely rigid, because the interpretation of each spiritual number is very broad and has conceptual overlaps. For some complex mysteries, one's own spirituality often has to be taken into consideration.
status and vision.
After the candles were lit one by one, Fan Ning entered the substantive step of the secret ritual: constructing the altar.
Since this environment is already very holy and peaceful, you can start filling in the aspects directly.
According to different requirements of the secret ceremony, the filling can be an extraordinary item, an execution assistant, an echo, a ritual vessel, or an ordinary item with relatively clear symbolic characteristics: such as a bell or sharp weapon symbolizing "ember", or a symbol symbolizing "desolation".
Clear water, soil or shells symbolizing "cocoon", etc.
Generally speaking, mysteries only require the strength of the aspects within the altar, not the specific filling.
For example, the secret ritual of making "Fire Sun Guidance" requires about 4-7 levels of "Candle", as well as a small amount of "Key" and "Yan".
Fan Ning's own spirituality is still carrying the "light echo" of the "candle". He spread the parchment engraved with the witness charm on the base of the altar, and then placed the lantern as the "candle" and the coarse salt dish as the "key"
, using coins wrapped in dark material as "yan", thus meeting the requirements.
He took out the topaz and ruby stones favored by the "Unfallen Fire" and symbolized passion and prosperity, piled them in three places as anchor points, and then used coarse salt to form a circle to seal the altar. At this moment, Fan Ning's spiritual sense saw
There are strange colors rising inside the altar.???
Take out the small perfume bottle and prepare to release the colorless secret fragrance configured by Qiong.
The above two steps require years of accumulation of herbal medicine and mineralogy, as well as practical experience. Qiong helped her select and refine it, saving her a lot of trouble.
"Hiss--" The secret atmosphere evaporates on the candle and gives off a vibrant, sun-like flavor.
"Be a witness, you must be a witness,
To testify that what I asked your Father was inscribed in the Garden of Radiance, and inscribed on the Trembling Throne.”
In the light white smoke, Fan Ning began to recite the secret teachings of the Holy Sun Church hidden in the movement in ancient Janus. He had first impressions of this language when translating the "Illusion Man" document, and he had no idea about the pronunciation of the prayer.
Memory comes from the shifting hidden knowledge.
"Then you spoke before me of holiness and glory,
He is said to be the Lord of World Sources, the Lord of Enlightenment, the God of Passionate Flames, and the God of the Bright Sun,
Say who doesn’t praise the king, who doesn’t indulge in the king, who doesn’t worship the king.”
"Hiss——" "Hiss——" The prayer was accompanied by a mysterious atmosphere, and the room was as bright as day in the dark night.
“…because the place where I sing is radiant, glorious, gilded, silvered;
I looked up at the high houses, the flaming mountains, the burning hills;
There is the Lord's measure, the trembling measure, the holy measure, the fiery measure;
This is the measure of the lapel of the Lord of Enlightenment."
While Fan Ning was reciting, he lit another piece of parchment with his name written on it with the candle flame on the opposite side and threw it into the plate.
Inspiration was sacrificed, consumed rapidly like opening a floodgate to release water, and his emotions became inexplicably high during the chanting. He experienced the feeling of being watched, blurred, abstract, warm, and fatalistic and tragic, which made people lean over and cry bitterly.
impulse.
This state of mixed emotions was difficult to understand, but he did not dare to neglect, took out a small silver dagger, slowly passed the group of candles on the opposite side that symbolized the "Falling Fire", and then gritted his teeth and continued to recite the secret message.
.
“The words ‘Lord, Lord’ were engraved on His coat both inside and outside,
There is no living thing to look at, no flesh and blood to look at, no servant to look at.
I live according to that will,
Seeking His unfading flame and majestic support,
Then my life is a victorious life.”
"Hiss--" The smell of the sun continues to evaporate.
A strange impulse and suggestion arose in Fan Ning's heart. Holding the silver dagger in his hand, inspiration burst out and he naturally began to carve mysterious marks on the 'glittering golden sparks'.
His inspiration immediately ran out, and his brain felt empty. He bit his lips, insisted on carving, and persisted in reading the last part of the secret teaching.
"I long for the inexhaustible riches of His infinite substance,
I pray for what I long for,
And look forward to the perfect realization of that eternal glory.
As it is said,
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Witnesses.”
The next moment, Fan Ning's hand flashed with a dizzying light. Then, all the candles were extinguished in an instant, and the room returned to darkness.
…
The next day, 8:50 am.
In a remote and wide courtyard somewhere in East Mecklund, there is a two-story building with a widely spread area.
Many years ago, this place used to be a relatively prosperous location on the street. However, with the increasing and disorderly expansion of the city, its location gradually changed from a street to an alley.
The business tenants and investors changed one after another, and they basically ended up in debt and bankruptcy. In the end, they stayed at a strange combination of a private hospital, a pet market, and a small performance hall. Of course, the ending was still a few investors.
Each went bankrupt and ran away, and then it was deserted for six or seven years.
Until more than a year ago, they were bought by a generous gentleman and integrated into Red Agate Culture Media Company.
The company claims that its external business scope includes discovering actors, training singers, and producing sound film soundtracks. However, it is said that in the past six months, it has become increasingly difficult to make reservations for business, and most rooms, doors and windows are closed, making many people think that there is a problem with its internal operating conditions.
, should be making the same mistakes as those who came before.
On the second floor, there is a small, dark performance hall with all the equipment, but the light seems to have a strange sticky and greasy feel.
"Are there any new upgraded spirits in the past few days?"
The "agent", who was tall and thin, with fair skin and wearing a black vest, was sitting on a ring-shaped stage that was first sunken by about twenty centimeters and then slightly raised.
"No, sir." The man in a suit and leather suit next to him, who looked like a senior corporate executive, replied.
"Didn't I ask you to increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir'? And I recently gave them new listening materials."
The man in the suit said in a helpless tone: "Sir, three of them have been lucky a while ago. Not everyone's soul has such a good foundation as that of the professor last year. The essence precipitated in the bottle of stains."
It’s worth ten others.”
The manager frowned, mentally considered the current progress and expected requirements, and then made a decision: "Continue to increase the volume of the record, and increase the concentration of the 'spiritual diffusion elixir' five times!"
"In this case, it may cause some listeners to collapse, and the ratio of the mysterious atmosphere that stabilizes the mind will have to be recalculated and adjusted," the man in the suit asked tentatively.
"Stop wasting time and not adjusting." The manager waved his hand, "I'll give you three more days. Once the time is up, I will move immediately. I must add a few more upgraded spirits. If that doesn't work, continue to increase the elixir.
If we don’t catch up on the dosage now, we won’t be able to make up for it when the storm passes, and we’ll all be doomed.”
He is a person who leaves room for action. Even if it is clear that the other party's action time is still half a month away, he will never do anything like that and walk away.
The man in the suit took the order and left, leaving the manager sitting alone in the recording studio thinking.
"How can we say that the part-time workers we recruited are also music majors? Damn it, just this ratio? There must be something wrong with the current system and mechanism of music education in the empire..."
I kept thinking, "Bang!——"
He heard an explosion downstairs. Because it was separated by many rooms, the sound was obvious but not clear. It sounded like the sound of water turning over a manhole cover.
"What the hell? Could it be that some underground pipe aged and exploded?"
He stood up, and just when he was about to go to the window and push it open to take a look, there was another wave of louder and closer sounds, which seemed to be downstairs where he was!
"Bang!!!" This time, the glass of the window was shaken with several ferocious cracks.
The agent was temporarily dizzy due to the explosion, his ears were buzzing slightly, his legs and feet were weak when standing, and even his vision became dim and blurred.
...Isn’t that right? Even if explosives exploded downstairs, I was still a certain distance away, so how could I have such an exaggerated reaction?
He shook his head vigorously, and the dizziness was slightly relieved. Suddenly, he found that there was a person standing beside him and at the door of the room.
It is Dupont and Fanning in the action group of the Guidance School!