The gatekeeper's words contained powerful power, and with the thunderous echo of the tin cane hitting the floor, her voice spread layer by layer in the chaotic and inexplicable depths of the spiritual world.
In an instant, the invisible "whisperers" in the room became quiet again, and the whole world fell into temporary silence. And just a few seconds later, a low roar came from the distance - that
It seemed like a huge body approaching with heavy steps.
Agatha raised her hand and looked directly at the direction of the sound. Where she looked was the window that was nailed down layer by layer with wooden boards - there was a pale glow shining in the gaps in the window.
There was a glimmer of light. Suddenly, all the light trembled, and then dimmed, as if a huge thing came to the window.
The next second, those criss-crossed wooden boards shattered silently, and countless gray-black fragments flew silently, and then stopped in mid-air near the window, as if frozen in amber, and a giant appeared.
Outside the window.
The giant was wearing a black robe that represented death, and his body under the robe was covered with bandages. Only the eyes on his head were emitting a dim yellow light. He was standing outside the building, and his size was almost the same as an entire house.
Then, the giant bent down slightly, so that his head was level with the second-floor window - he turned his head, and there was no expression on the face covered by the bandage. Then, he raised his hand,
Hold out three fingers to Agatha.
"Three questions and answers," the giant said in a thunderous voice.
Agatha was stunned for a moment when she saw this giant.
This was not the gatekeeper she was familiar with - the gatekeeper she usually communicated with did not have such a huge body. The one in front of her was obviously a higher-level messenger... Why did this messenger respond to her call?
But soon, she suppressed the doubts in her heart - the messengers were all obeying the orders of Bartok, the god of death. There was no need for her to delve into this matter. The most important thing at the moment was to understand what happened here.
"I'm looking for the last soul that wandered in this room," she said, pointing to the empty table not far away with her stick. "He may have been contaminated, but his whereabouts are unknown now."
"The soul has left and has entered the kingdom of rest. Power has wiped out its debts and pollution is no longer a problem."
The death messenger outside the window said with a thunderous voice, and then put away a finger: There are two more questions and answers.
Agatha was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed the word "power" in the messenger's mouth. She thought and weighed it quickly, and asked the second question: "Who does power come from? Who erased the debt of that soul?"
"
"Fire Usurper." The messenger's eyes with a turbid yellow light seemed to flicker for a moment, and there was obviously some warning when he said this word, and then he put away another finger.
Agatha felt a sudden dizziness when she heard the word "Fire Usurper". She instantly realized that she was coming into contact with some kind of "knowledge" from the depths of the world, which had never been revealed to her before.
The world has been open to the public.
But she did not lose her composure - communicating with the gatekeepers on the "other side" and occasionally coming into contact with some dangerous knowledge was commonplace. Even though she was young, she had experience in this area, and since the messenger outside the window chose to tell herself this word
, which means that this vocabulary is at least within her tolerance.
If it is really a taboo-level issue, the messenger will remind you.
Agatha calmed down, took a breath, and asked her third question: "Who is the usurper of fire?"
"Humanity."
The messenger outside the window said, and then he put away his last finger, and his figure disappeared in a gust of howling wind, giving Agatha no chance to continue talking.
The fragments of wooden boards that were scattered and still in the air started to fly, and in an instant they reassembled into their original appearance. The windows of the room were closed again, and a chaotic pale light spilled into the room from the cracks in the window, falling on the somewhat astonished people.
On Agatha.
The young gatekeeper stood there blankly. For the first time in her life, she felt a little overwhelmed after talking to the gatekeeper on the "other side". The answer to her last question was still clearly lingering in her mind.
, but she had no idea what this baffling answer was all about!
Human? What kind of answer is this? It means...the Fire Usurper is a human? The power that the Deathbringer calls "power" comes from a human?
What kind of “human” is this?! Is this still a “human”?!
The noisy sounds gradually started to sound, and there seemed to be countless invisible snoops stirring in the air outside the triangle. The noise interrupted Agatha's thinking. She turned her eyeballs in her hands and saw what was happening outside the triangle barrier.
There were strands of jet-black material that looked like hair, spreading more and more like ink dripping into the water.
The spiritual world began to expel itself as an uninvited guest.
She shook her head, raised her hand to put her eyeballs back into her sockets, and at the same time picked up her cane and waved it away, dispersing the pale flames that outlined a triangular outline on the floor.
In an instant, the spirit world faded away, the sound returned, and color and light once again filled her vision. She returned to the scene where the guards were busy, and her subordinates were still working nervously and orderly around them.
Agatha moved her eyes, took out a small bottle from her coat pocket, opened the cap, raised her head, and poured two drops of eye drops into her eye sockets.
The feeling of dryness and discomfort subsided quickly.
A subordinate came from the side and waited for Agatha to put away the potion bottle before stepping forward and asking: "Did you find any clues?"
"The soul has left. The gatekeeper on the 'opposite side' confirmed that the soul has passed through Bartok's gate and entered its resting place," Agatha said lightly, "...that's all, there are no more clues."
For safety reasons, she did not mention the term "fire usurper" to her subordinates.
This word obviously has power, and even directly points to extremely dangerous deep knowledge. If you say it directly, you don't know what will happen - it is best to do a good research on the literature after you go back.
The subordinates were obviously aware of Agatha's concealment, but as an experienced guard, he didn't ask anything, nodded and returned to work.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the corridor outside, interrupting Agatha's thoughts.
A guard who was taking care of her downstairs came in: "Your Excellency, gatekeeper, the lady is awake."
Is the young Sen'jin awake?
Agatha immediately put aside her thoughts and rushed to the first floor, where she saw Garoni who had woken up from her sleep.
This sturdy lady with stone-like skin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of soothing herbal tea prepared by the priest himself. She looked at the coffee table in front of her in a daze, until Agatha sat down opposite her and gently
After knocking on the table, she reacted slowly.
"Hello, my name is Agatha, you should know me," the young gatekeeper said, while carefully observing the situation of the person opposite, "Do you know what happened?"
"My... my name is Garoni," the female apprentice holding the herbal tea said slowly, her eyes still a little wandering, as if she hadn't completely broken out of her sleep, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gatekeeper, I... My mind is still in a mess. I feel like I have had a long, long dream. In the dream, I have been solving math problems and proving them over and over again. I have never been so tired in all my learning experience from childhood to adulthood... …”
"Solve math problems?" Agatha was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a thoughtful expression, "Do you still remember how you fell into a deep sleep? Who did you receive or do before falling into a deep sleep? What happened?"
Garoni frowned slightly, seeming to be trying very hard to remember, but after half a minute she still shook her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't remember, I don't even remember everything from yesterday afternoon to now. ——If it weren’t for the reminder from these guards, I wouldn’t even know...that something happened at home.”
Agatha frowned deeply.
Memory overwriting, deep sleep, and "solving math problems" sound... a bit like the power mastered by the priests of the God of Wisdom.
But the God of Wisdom is also one of the four righteous gods. Why would his priests do such a thing?
They are not heretics.
I always feel that there are too many things to be confused about today.
Agatha rubbed her forehead with a headache.
All kinds of complicated and confusing lines were entangled in her mind.
The strange and suspicious traces of battle in the alley outside, the recent cult activities in the city-state, the "elements" and the suspicious accidents in the mines, the strange things happening in this house, the message conveyed by the messenger of death...
"Excuse me..." Garoni looked at the gatekeeper in front of her nervously. Although he looked very young, she was still uneasy when facing the highest-level church spokesperson in the city-state. "My teacher, he Are you ok?"
"Your teacher?" Agatha was a little confused.
"He should be upstairs, his name is Brown Scott," Garoni explained quickly, "I just woke up and was a little confused. I forgot to mention that he needs to be quiet..."