Annan was startled when he heard this and asked: "Isn't the Faceless Poet the god of funerals and records?"
The "skeleton crow" summoned by old Vasily before was the messenger of the Faceless Poet. The influence required to summon the skeleton crow is the "remnants of the Silent Funeral".
Speaking of which, it seems that the emblem of the Geraint family is also a crow...
"This is a secret, Your Highness Annan."
Nolan smiled.
"——In fact, there is no field of 'funeral' in the priesthood of the Faceless Poet. There is even no god of funerals in this world.
"You must know that a 'funeral' is a 'rite of farewell to the deceased.' This is very close to the core field of the Bone Burial Mother. Even the Bone Burial Church itself has a funeral ceremony.
"It is impossible for anyone who is not a follower of the Bone Burial Granny to be allowed to hold this kind of truth... It is even impossible to obtain it from the Book of Truth. Because 'Burial' was not fully enlightened in the original civilization, and 'Burial of Bones' had just been mastered.
This custom had already been born when the time came. Although the Faceless Poet is very ancient, he is not that old yet...
"The Faceless Poet is considered by foreigners to be the god of funerals because he can produce 'remnants of silent funerals'. But in fact, its focus is not on the 'funeral' itself, but on 'observation of the ceremony' and 'silence'.
"This 'silence' is the manifestation of the realm of secret-keeping - the Faceless Poet is the founder of the extraordinary tradition of 'secret-keeper'... He became a god because of this, and all his followers must keep this secret for him.
"
I see.
Annan understood.
Is the existence of the truth of "keeping secrets" itself "keeping secrets" by believers...
This is an excellent and lasting means of consolidating the truth.
It’s much better than Mr. Bones making believers betray others, and Fufu making believers castrate themselves.
But Annan soon realized something was wrong.
"...Then why can you tell me this?"
He is not a believer in the Faceless Poets.
Just asking for a moment and then answering...is this really keeping secrets?
Facing Annan's question, Nolan Sr. calmly replied: "On the one hand, this is because 'keeping secrets' itself is a contradictory truth.
“If you want to ‘keep a secret’, you must obtain the secret; and obtaining the secret itself is in conflict with the ‘secret-keeping’ behavior of the previous generations of secret holders.
"Therefore, keeping secrets lies in the act itself, not in the results; the more people who know the secret and are willing to keep silent about it, the stronger our Lord's power will be."
"...On the other hand, this is an order conveyed to me personally by the Faceless Poet. He asked me to try my best to protect you."
Nolan smiled and replied gently: "So, a lot of your worries are actually unnecessary... I did have an idea for Her Highness Kafni before. But our Geraint family will do our best to protect you in the king's presence."
Safety in the city.
"——Of course, if you are willing to let us 'protect Her Highness Kafni like we protect you', then we will also abide by this order."
The old man promised.
……What?
Why does the Faceless Poet do this?
Annan frowned in confusion.
He has no recollection of any connection with the Faceless Poet.
In his memory, the only relationship he had with the Faceless Poet seemed to be when he led the player to kill his crow...
Can this be considered acquaintance?
Doesn't this count as bad luck?
Annan fell into deep thought.
"quack!"
At this moment, Annan heard a loud crow coming from outside the house.
It even penetrated the basement wall and reached Annan's ears.
At the same time as he heard the crow's call, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from his fingertips and quickly spreading to the skin of his arms.
It was like touching a humming machine with your hands. The pain was accompanied by a very clear warm current, which quickly flowed through Annan's body.
It was as if there was some invisible force flowing through Annan's body...all the musculoskeletal blood vessels in his body were carefully pulled out and inspected.
When this power flows from Annan's fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turns into an extremely comfortable, even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up into a ball after getting wet in the rain and drying your body by the stove.
[You have received a gift from the Faceless Poet. Before the attributes reach 20 points, the strength, agility, and physical attributes obtained through exercise will reduce the required exercise time by 30%]
[You have obtained a new mark "High-level influence: the cry of the faceless crow"]
[If it is not removed in time, you will fall into a random nightmare (difficulty: distortion) with the keyword "record" in seven days. 】
Annan suddenly saw that in the cracks of the basement door, countless black liquids flowed in from the outside.
That strange sense of oppression became clearer and clearer——
Annan was finally confirmed.
This was exactly how I felt when I saw Lord Skeleton for the first time... the very clear sense of abnormality that I had when I first came into contact with the true form of the false god.
The strange thing is that I am not so nervous when I come into contact with Zhengshen.
After flowing into the room, these liquids gathered together again. They became viscous at a speed visible to the naked eye and piled up into human shapes.
"haven't seen you for a long time……"
The voice of the black humanoid was thick and muddy, as if there were multiple different voices ringing at the same time, and it was like a TV image with poor signal flickering on and off.
……strangeness.
Why does it feel a bit like a senior at Valtore School?
An idea came to Annan's mind.
Facing this strange black human form, Nolan stood up from the sofa with Eugene, put his hands on his chest respectfully, and bowed quietly to it.
After about two seconds, the black mud successfully gathered into a human form.
She looks very short - only about 1.45 meters, with no clothes on her body. Only her long satin-like hair hanging down like a black waterfall is wrapped around her body like a living monster, like a wriggling robe.
Generally, cover the body completely.
The only decoration was a black crow mask hanging on her face.
"Long time no see, Annan!"
The young girl who was inconsistent with her young figure and full of strange and magical nature made a bright, sharp but not so pleasant voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!
"Why did you come to Noah without notifying me?"
"The Faceless Poet...?"
Annan whispered "His" name in a low voice.
There aren't many people who can appear openly in the heavily guarded basement of Geraint's house and yet make Nolan not feel nervous.
Seeing Nolan's respectful expression now, his identity has already been revealed.
But the problem is...
Annan doesn’t know Him at all?
He had never even seen Him!
And the faceless poet is obviously so familiar with himself...
... Could it be that the person who became associated with this false god was Annan from the past?