The voice was hoarse, low, and abnormally laggy. It was also accompanied by a sizzling sound. It was completely unlike a real person. It came from every corner of the room that was completely shrouded in darkness, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, staring intently at Rawls standing at the door.
Although he was already a demigod, Rawls was still startled the moment he heard the voice. He subconsciously communicated with the surrounding order and gained their support, making this dark room seem like daylight without candlelight.
No...this voice sounds familiar...Rolls frowned slightly and swept his eyes from each source of the sound. He saw that there were dozens of needle-sized holes in each source, and the walls were stained by time.
The mold spots generated by the passage of time and the accumulated dust are cleverly blended together.
Isn’t this a fucking loudspeaker?
The corner of Rawls's mouth twitched, no wonder it sounded familiar. The radio speech he gave when he was in elementary school in his previous life was like this. He didn't even know what he was talking about after listening to it.
It's just that in this world, this kind of thing has not been officially used yet. It was not until George III's speech before his death that it was used openly for the first time.
Well, the history of science should record it.
It's no wonder that I can't detect any abnormalities. This has nothing to do with mysticism at all.
"Your invention is very good. If you apply for a patent, you will definitely make a fortune."
Rawls observed while talking. In Backlund, he did not dare to communicate order with all his strength, fearing that the angels of the Augustus family would find something unusual. But the person behind the voice was definitely not within a few hundred meters, otherwise he could directly target it.
sound target, and mobilize the power of order to counterattack.
"Thank you... for your compliment... but I am not the one who invented... this thing. I just made it based on the manuscript."
The owner of the voice seemed to have not spoken for a long time, but his words became smoother and smoother, but they were still accompanied by the sizzling sound of electricity.
"Manuscript?" Rawls waved his hand, letting the light dissipate, and darkness swallowed the room again like a tide. "Whose manuscript?"
"I think you must know his name, the consul and emperor of Intis, Russell Gustav."
Well, that couldn’t be more familiar... Rawls’s eyelids drooped:
"Since you said that, I'm afraid you are not too young? I am very willing to listen to the stories of older people. It will give me a lot of inspiration."
"To be precise, my age stopped more than a hundred years ago. But if you are willing, I will be happy to tell you my story. I am afraid you also want to find me. Come to the other side of the river.
I'm on the second floor underground."
"The hospital on the other side of the river? St. Estin's Hospital?" Rawls had no intention of leaving.
"Yes, this hospital is named after my surname. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Van Esting, and I was the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Steam Church more than a hundred years ago."
Van Esting? Archbishop of the Church of Steam?
Rawls' eyes widened instantly, but he never thought that the guidance given to him by Will Auceptin was referring to the Archbishop of the Church of Steam.
However, this name is somewhat familiar. I should have heard or seen it somewhere.
Russell's diary!
Both the "Lawyer" path and the "Arbitrator" path have enhanced memory, and as Rawls was promoted to Demigod, he could recall almost every detail of his previous life. He clearly remembered that there was this in Russell's diary
The figure of an archbishop.
If little Zaratul was Russell's early guide in the extraordinary world, then Van Esting was Russell's "mentor" within the Church of Steam, teaching him a lot of extraordinary knowledge, and also using it to
Seek his help.
You must know that at that time, Russell was most likely still at Sequence 7, and Bernadette was not yet born. But Van Estine was already an archbishop, and he might have been promoted to demigod, so he would ask Russell for help.
?About inventions?
As for St. Estin's Hospital on the other side, it is a charity hospital belonging to the Church of Steam. Klein once experimented with the Azik Bronze Whistle here... Alas, the Azik Ice Whistle in my hand has not been used yet!
After retrieving the relevant memories from his mind, Rawls thought for a while, and his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.
Looking at the charity hospital in front of him, Rawls communicated with the surrounding order and still found nothing special underground. There were only a few corpses and remaining spirits that had not been purified by the requiem ceremony.
Frowning, he still stepped inside. He did not hide his figure, but the doctors and nurses on duty turned a blind eye to him.
This is the blessing of order!
The underground floor was a long corridor with closed doors on both sides. The cold wind blew the smell of rotting corpses to every corner, causing Rawls to subconsciously cover his nose.
"Sheriffs" have an enhanced sense of smell.
As he stepped into the corridor, the white wall at the end of the corridor moved silently, and the dim lights flickered, infecting the darkness.
Without any hesitation, he only walked three or four steps in the long corridor before reaching the end. He saw the stairs leading to the next floor under the dim light and walked straight down it.
Rawls believes that Van Estine must not have become an angel, otherwise it would be impossible for the God of Steam and Machinery not to take back the corresponding characteristics and bring the soul to the "Perfect Land" of the Kingdom of God. As for the trap, for those who hold "Free Walkers"
It is also difficult for him to be effective.
More importantly, this is not the guidance of the "Fool", but the guidance of the "Snake of Destiny".
He didn't take two steps along the stairs when the wall closed silently behind him. Without looking back, he reached the second underground floor in one step and turned around to see an old, dusty workshop.
Four huge tables are filled with various rusty gears, screws, springs, various metal ingots, as well as various tools, bottles and jars with labels on them, and the Intis words on them have been blurred.
, but you can still vaguely distinguish "sulfuric acid" and "kerosene"...
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You can clearly see the various organs preserved in it, some of which are human, while others are more like some kind of monster.
Except for the glass jar, there were just white and yellow bones placed randomly on it.
At the front of the room is a larger table, but there are very few things on it. It only contains most of the items on the four tables and wooden shelves, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a lying body.
A humanoid body, if all put together.
Only the head is completely intact, but there are also defects in every corner.
Under the dim light, there is a metal skull under the raised skin on the forehead. The left eye is a gem polished just like the human eye. The right eye is normal. The hair like steel wire is extremely sparse. It can be seen with just a few glances.
The kind that can be counted.
In addition, it can be seen that it is the head of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with fewer wrinkles and a somewhat droopy nose.
After seeing Rawls, the eyes polished by the gem immediately burst out with brilliance, as if there was a galaxy slowly rotating inside.
"Sir, welcome to my laboratory."
The head turned left and right, as if it wanted to nod, but unfortunately it had no neck, so it could only blink.
"Are you Archbishop Van Esting?"
Even though Rawls had previously guessed that an alchemy doll would be waiting for him here, he never imagined that what was waiting for him would be a head.
"To be precise, I am the former Archbishop. According to the church's internal records, I fell because I failed to be promoted to 'Occult Scholar'." Ivan Estyn's lips moved, and his voice no longer had the sizzling sound of electricity.
"Then now..."
Rawls stood where he was, not taking a step forward.
"'Mystery Scholar' was called 'Mystery Demon' in ancient times. It is named after a creature that exists in the spiritual world. It is also the source of extraordinary characteristics. Like another creature called 'Knowledge Fairy', they both exist in the form of a torrent of information.
The creatures are extremely difficult to deal with, and it is even more difficult to kill them completely. Angels are often required to do this.
"I failed in my promotion. My spirit and body were transformed into information. I was washed and assimilated by the information from the outside world. I lost most of my consciousness, but I accidentally attached myself to this doll made for me by Russell. I spent a lot of time
It took a lot of time to control the puppet again, but by then Russell had already died in the White Maple Palace.
"Before I died, Russell was already an angel. Although there were more and more conflicts with the church and the Eternal Sun Church, he didn't even care about him becoming emperor. If he died... so I had to hide.
It’s here.”
Obviously, because this doll was made by Russell, Van Estine failed to be promoted and cannot be counted as a demigod, so he was worried that he would be settled by his queen.
"There must be other reasons?"
If Van Esting was just an ordinary clergyman of the Church of Steam, Rawls might have believed him, but he was an archbishop and was concerned by the God of Steam and Machinery.
"Yes." There was no strange look on Astin's face. "Although I failed in my promotion, I have also become a 'mysterious demon' to a certain extent. I can communicate with the spirit world and obtain enlightenment. If I insist on waiting,
, there may be a turning point.”
Rawls was silent for a while, recalling the introduction about the "Arcane Scholar" on the "Perfector" card in his hand.
"Mystery Scholars", also known as "Mystery Demons", have the power of information and can directly read information about things and acquire various knowledge. They can infer what will happen in the future through the information they already have in their hands, and use it to
Interrupt key nodes, dye the lack of factors in something that happens in the future, and produce the changes you expect.
This is somewhat similar to Rawls' Laplace's Demon in his previous life.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Actually, I'm not very clear. I'm not a real 'mysterious demon'. I'm more like an evil spirit without characteristics. I can only draw power from the spiritual world, and the deductions I can make are very limited." Van Estine
There was some embarrassment on his face, "Even if you give me a magic potion from an 'occult scholar' or an 'alchemist', I won't be able to hold it because I can't get away from this doll."
"Why did the doll Russell made for you break down so quickly?"
Rawls saw the doll Russell made for himself on Apollo Island, and it was still able to move normally. Although he had never fought, he believed that the doll's power could temporarily rival that of a demigod.
"Uh... about this..." Van Estine hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and explained, "You should be able to imagine what a researcher would do when he encounters such a good research work, especially if it is...
Very free time.”
So, all you have left to study is your head... Rawls pinched his eyebrows and thought for a few seconds:
"Do you mind if I get another helper?"
He didn't think he had a way to solve this problem. His research on occultism was not deep, let alone Van Estine's problem of mixed science and occultism.
"Of course I don't mind." Astin tried to shake his head, but still failed.
"That's good. I'm sure you'll be happy to see her."
Rawls raised the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice in ancient Hermes:
“The Spirit who pursues knowledge;
“A beacon in the mysterious world;
“The eyes that peer into destiny;
“King above the sea;
"Holy Bernadette Gustave..."
That's right, the helper Rawls is looking for is Bernadette. Among the people he knows, apart from His Majesty Albert Mendoza, the Pope of the Church of Knowledge, he is probably the only one who knows this "Master of Prophecy" and Master of Occultism.
Could solve Van Estine's problem.
Naturally, Van Estine also heard this honorable name. His eyes widened, and his gem-polished left eye almost fell out of his socket.
Bernadette Gustave? Isn't this the baby daughter of that guy Russell? She's already reached Sequence 2?
As a former demigod, Esteen can still judge the level based on his honorary name. The lack of geographical restrictions is a sign of the angel's honorable name, and he does not think that Bernadette has always stayed in Backlund.
Ten seconds later, in the laboratory on the second underground floor, Bernadette, wearing a beige windbreaker and a white turtleneck shirt, appeared in the air. Her blue eyes first reflected Rawls's figure, and then she noticed the experiment.
Various items in the room, as well as a head placed on the big table in the front.
That face was very familiar to her. It was her father's good friend, the Archbishop of the Church of Steam, Van Esting.
"Uncle Estin?"
"It's me, Bernadette. I didn't expect you to have grown so big."
Astin's eyebrows had a doting smile, but paired with his puppet head, it looked quite strange, causing Rawls to subconsciously look away.
Although Bernadette looked slightly excited, she still stood there with extreme restraint, turned her gaze to Rawls, who was wearing a mask, and asked the reason.
Rawls gave a rough explanation, but did not give any information about Will Asceptin. He just said that a friend helped him divine the result.
"I do have a solution here." Bernadette straightened her eyebrows and said, "Thank you even more for this solution. It comes from Apollo."