Even though she herself didn't know why she came back here, an inexplicable sense of disharmony and crisis was like an invisible shadow chasing behind her, causing her to subconsciously recall the details of searching for information in the archives.
, and always felt that I seemed to have forgotten something.
Of course, another reason for her to return to the archives was that there was nowhere else to go.
Due to the continuous strengthening of the connection with the Lost Home, she is now actually under round-the-clock surveillance - she is still the inquisitor of the city-state of Pland, but this is only because no one can replace her important responsibilities at the moment.
Therefore, except for necessary attendance, she must stay in the cathedral at all times.
The encounter with "Captain Duncan" in the dream made people anxious, and the clues found in the small church in the Sixth Street also made people uneasy. In the quiet and sacred archives, she could more or less shield the surrounding eyes.
and distractions, allowing yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty archives. Rows and rows of bookshelves so tall that they reached the ceiling stood quietly in sight like giants. Those ancient files were sleeping quietly on the bookshelves, overlooking the view from top to bottom.
A young inquisitor passing by in the aisle.
Fanna raised her head and looked at the bookshelf that was extending out of her sight. She once again recalled the last time she searched for information here, while a middle-aged priest who was responsible for managing the files followed quietly behind her.
In the distance, the lantern in the priest's hand exudes a warm and soft light.
Entering the archives, searching for information from 1889, and finding suspicious traces of heretical sacrifices. Using this as a clue to expand the search, we discovered records of heretical sacrifices between 1889, and finally noticed the abnormality of the disappearance of the corresponding files in 1885...
These memories were sorted over and over again in her mind. Fanna could no longer remember how many times she had recalled these things. They were so clearly presented in her mind at the moment, perfect from beginning to end, with no flaws or distortions to be found.
trace.
But Vanna's brows wrinkled a little bit.
The young inquisitor suddenly stopped, and the middle-aged priest following behind her also stopped.
"Your Excellency, Judge?" the middle-aged man's voice sounded from behind.
Something was wrong, something was wrong... I definitely wasn't looking for information alone at that time, there was definitely someone accompanying me... But who was it?
Fanna didn't seem to hear the sound coming from behind her. She just frowned and thought hard. She then thought of the small church in the 6th block and the nun in the small church who died in the war in 1885 - that
The church disappeared from everyone's sight, and even Bishop Valentine forgot its existence for many years. This is such a similar situation...
I also had similar "forgetting". Everyone forgot the same thing, so I couldn't detect the holes in my memory, and no one else could remind me...but what exactly did I forget, and where did it come from?
When did you start forgetting?
"Your Majesty the Inquisitor?" The middle-aged priest's voice came from behind again.
Vanna felt the power of the storm gathering, and the middle-aged priest's hand had quietly moved closer to his waist.
"How long have you been an administrator here?" Fanna said suddenly.
The power of the storm dissipated, and the middle-aged priest put his hand down again and lowered his head slightly: "Seven years - I have been here since I retired."
"You shouldn't be the only administrator here, right?" Fanna asked again.
"There are two, and there is a lady who is older than me. She is responsible for the night watch and has also retired from the guard force."
Fanna seemed to be chatting, and continued to walk slowly among the bookshelves while saying casually: "Can two people... be busy?"
"It's quite busy. The administrator of the archives actually doesn't have much to do. There are guard posts and secret posts at various places. There are servants and novice monks for transportation and sorting. They are only needed when creating files and reviewing them.
We handle it personally - and most of the information here is stored and never 'touched' again, so the workload is very small," the middle-aged priest explained seriously, "It's just because the position of administrator requires a long stay.
It is inside the library and is surrounded by books, so a strong-willed and experienced priest must be in charge. No matter how little the workload is, it is important."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged priest paused and added: "Of course, after all, there are only two people. It will be more troublesome once we encounter special circumstances. I always think it is better to add one more person. It is more reasonable for three people to work in shifts."
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"Three people working in shifts..." Fanna whispered to herself, and then asked, "Have the files from 1885 still not been found?"
"Yes, we still haven't found it." The middle-aged priest shook his head. "After you mentioned the abnormal situation here before, we organized people to check the entire archives, using hundreds of servants and trainee monks, but found nothing.
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Fanna hummed and said nothing. She just stood quietly in front of one of the bookshelves and fell into deep thought. Her silence made the priest behind her nervous.
Fanna noticed the other party's nervousness, smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry so much, I only met the ghost captain once, and I haven't reached the point of unconsciousness, and there are countless pairs of eyes and detectives inside and outside the archives.
The measuring device is watching, and I will alert you as soon as I notice something strange - I still have this professionalism."
"Please forgive me," the middle-aged priest sighed, "I have seen too many comrades disappear from this world forever due to carelessness."
Fanna didn't say anything. She looked at the end of the bookshelf, where the archive administrator usually stayed. She walked around the big bookshelves and returned to the entrance.
In a daze, she seemed to see a slightly rickety figure sitting there.
The young judge suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The figure disappeared.
The middle-aged priest noticed something: "Your Majesty the Inquisitor, what did you find?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong... No, let's go over and have a look."
Fanna hurriedly said the next sentence, and without waiting for the other party to respond, she already stepped forward. She walked faster and faster, and in the end she almost ran to the huge curved table in a few steps, and then carefully looked at the huge curved table.
A table with complicated mechanisms.
There was no one at the table, and the few things on the table were clearly visible.
Fanna walked around behind the table and looked up and down.
She suddenly saw something out of the corner of her eye - a few scattered small parts, randomly discarded behind a fence on the edge of the table. The parts were rusty and looked as if they had been abandoned for an unknown number of years.
Judging from the outline...it seems to be part of a mechanical Rubik's Cube.
For some reason, the moment she saw these parts, Vanna seemed to smell a strange smell... It smelled like incense mixed with mechanical grease, and the pungent smell of something being burned.
The middle-aged priest holding a lantern also followed up, followed Vanna's line of sight curiously, and made a confused voice: "Who threw these things here?"
"There are traces on the table." Fanna has found other clues next to those parts. They look like oil stains, but if you look closely, they look like conscious drawings.
She felt her heart pounding, and there seemed to be harsh noises echoing repeatedly in her head. Even the edges of her vision began to tremble uneasily. There seemed to be fire burning and jumping between the swaying lights and shadows, but these extremely uncomfortable feelings not only did not
It brought panic, but made her feel a little excited - her spirituality was beating, she was observing and coming into contact with extraordinary traces, and the clues she was looking for... were indeed in this archive!
Silently chanting the name of the storm goddess Gemona in her heart, Vanna stretched out her hand to the side: "Use the lantern."
The middle-aged priest immediately handed over the "Administrator's Lantern" which was protected by runes and used sacred oil as fuel: "Here you go."
Fanna took the lantern and carefully put the light close to the table with traces of oil stains. Under the light, it seemed that some fine smoke or mist appeared out of thin air and then quickly faded away. Between the light and shadow brought by the flame, she
I finally saw the "stain" clearly.
It was dark red blood, as if a dying man dipped his trembling fingers in his own blood and drew traces on the table. It looked like a bonfire, with a column-like object standing in the center of the bonfire.
That is not any kind of sacred symbol used by the Deep Sea Church, nor is it any kind of blessing from the storm goddess Gemona.
However, Vanna still recognized the symbol - it was actually the mark of the Fire Bearer.
Firebringer? Why does the mark of the Firebringer appear in the church of the Deep Sea Church?
Fanna was suddenly confused. Although the four righteous gods were indeed from the same camp, and there were many cooperative relationships between the four gods' churches, they all had different belief systems after all. The sacred symbols of their respective sects were highly symbolic things under normal circumstances.
It will not appear in the sanctuaries of other churches, but why...the mark of the Firebringer appears here?
The fire bearer...the chapel in the 6th neighborhood...the forgotten people, the forgotten things, the other Plander hidden in the real world...
Vanna's breathing suddenly became a little rapid, and at this moment, she finally understood.
This symbol is a warning, the only message left to reality by a guardian who has been forgotten by everyone on his lonely battlefield.
"Someone is polluting history!"
The young inquisitor suddenly exclaimed loudly, and suddenly turned his head to look at the middle-aged priest following him.
The archives are empty.
It seemed that from the beginning, she was the only one here.