[The Mirror of the First Born of the Person in the Mirror] is a round mirror that will appear pale golden in low light.
The decorations around the mirror are made of very ordinary bronze, which also shines with a gentle light golden light under the dim light. It looks like a dressing mirror placed on the table by ordinary people.
If there is any difference, it is that it looks exceptionally, even abnormally "new". There is no wear and tear at all, and there are no signs of aging, as if it has returned to its original appearance.
But obviously... when it was born, it definitely wouldn't have that kind of pale golden brilliance.
Because when this spell is used, everyone who looks in the mirror will lose a certain amount of life.
So before Annan held the ceremony, he drove away everyone in the room.
But then Annan thought about it and realized that he didn't seem to know Yin Jue's real name... After all, Annan's biggest source of mysterious knowledge at present was when he went shopping with Zhiji in the King of Noah, while buying books and tutoring, he learned
s things.
In Noah, it is impossible to buy relevant books that record the secrets of Sir Silver.
That's really taboo.
He did remember his grandmother's real name.
But inexplicably... Annan didn't want to tell his parents that he wanted to find a tragedy writer.
Then there is only one answer——
"Bode, are you there?"
"——Long time no see, Tianche."
A clear young man's voice sounded in front of Annan: "Do you have a problem with me?"
The light, which cannot be looked directly at, is continuously emitted from the mirror.
Annan couldn't see Mr. Yao's face at all.
But that doesn't matter - he has already seen it anyway.
Mr. Yao's appearance and clothes still remained in his memory.
"I would like to ask, what is the tragedy writer's real name?"
"The werewolf?"
Mr. Yao's voice became a little wary: "What do you want from him... He is not a kind person."
"I just purified a nightmare and got many of his Holy Light Marks. But it's impossible for me to exchange divine magic from him, so I want to make a deal with him."
Annan said truthfully.
If he was facing his grandmother, he would not dare to tell the truth at all; even to Sir Silver, Annan would only selectively tell the truth - roughly like facing a strict grandmother, He would take him out to play, but occasionally
I feel the same way when I meet my uncle who is also very strict.
But when it came to Mr. Yao, Annan felt no pressure at all.
To put it bluntly...it's like being a childhood sweetheart and the brother next door.
As expected, when faced with Annan's statement, Mr. Yao did not continue to ask nervously. He just gave the answer: "After he entered the Thousand Faces Fantasy Tower, he used the name until he ascended to become a god, which is also the name he used by outsiders.
His known name was 'Sophocles'; when he was a wolf in the valley, his real name was 'Dionysus'. His own original name was 'Melampos', and there was no one except his parents.
Anyone know.
"If your purpose is just to seek help... then the safest choice is Dionysus. The 'Wolf of the Valley' is a werewolf with a very good character in addition to having a slightly wild and wild character; but if you are
If you want to get some skills from him... then you'd better call 'Melampos'.
"'Sophocles' has a very bad character, far worse than the rotten husband and the skeleton king you have come into contact with before. I do not recommend that you have any form of communication with him."
Mr. Yao's explanation is very detailed.
After confirming that Annan wanted to do this, he didn't stop him. He just tried his best to lay out the problems Annan would encounter and their solutions.
It can be said that he is a real good bear brother.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Yao."
"You're welcome, Tianche. My brother."
Mr. Yao's tone was as warm and bright as the sun: "If you encounter any trouble or have any worries, even if you are just in a bad mood or feel uncomfortable, you can call my name. If it were you, I would always
There will be time.
"Even if I'm not in front of this mirror...as long as the sun shines on you, I will always be with you."
After Mr. Yao finished speaking.
That bright and warm alien force was drawn away from the mirror in front of Annan's eyes.
Just the remaining afterglow illuminated the entire room.
Annan had already sealed the door and windows of his room and only used candlelight to illuminate them.
But now the room is as bright as day.
The light is even like liquid, flowing outward from the gaps between the windows and doors.
They will naturally flow in the room, flowing in or out from every crack in Annan's body. When he blinks, liquid light will even be squeezed out from the gaps between his eyeballs and eyelids.
But Annan didn't feel anything strange at all - he only felt the warm light embracing him. He didn't feel the light was dazzling, nor did he feel any burning sensation on his skin.
Because light won't hurt Annan.
As these lights and lights rushed around in the room, a reminder appeared in front of Annan's eyes:
[You got a new mark "High-level influence: flowing light"]
[If it is not removed in time, you will fall into a random nightmare (difficulty: twisted) with the keyword "light" on August 8th. 】
Annan knows that "flowing light" is the upper influence of [low-level influence: ecstatic light].
If ordinary people use rituals related to Mr. Yao, they usually get this effect.
Light will ooze from their brains.
You need to lie on the ground for a period of time in a dark environment to allow the light in your head and eyes to flow out.
Otherwise, they will always feel inexplicable ecstasy, which may even disrupt their normal thinking.
When they open their eyes, all the light sources they see will be several times brighter; even if they close their eyes tightly, it will not be completely dark, but they will always see violent light. Just like the leech-like "light" absorbing
It's the same as on the eyeballs.
This is a gift and a punishment.
Although the power of light is not as blazing as fire, nor as ruthless as frost. It looks very harmless...as warm as Mr. Yao.
But if you want to use "light", you must have the awareness to bear the light.
People who need to close their eyes to resist the light cannot control the power of light with their hands and fingers.
Annan is obviously not among them.
"I got the name..."
He didn't think too much or hesitate.
He called out the name directly to the mirror:
"Melampos...can you hear me?"
"You are finally willing to call me. I have been waiting for this day."
A very magnetic, low and pleasant voice came from the mirror: "Annan. Annan from the Lindong family... the first time we met was a few years ago, right?"
The next moment, the mirror in front of Annan reflected the appearance of a middle-aged man.
It is completely inconsistent with the rumored image of "a drunken middle-aged werewolf wearing a purple robe with a decadent and slovenly face"——
What stood in front of Annan was a middle-aged man with his hair neatly combed back and a reserved and pleasant smile on his face.
His clothes and face are very clean, his nose is high and his eyes are as deep as the abyss... He is wearing something similar to a black trench coat or a black suit, which highlights his muscular body.
Holding a deck of cards will make you look like a gambler, and holding a cat will make you look like a godfather.
But no matter what, he is undoubtedly a man with great masculinity.
——Ma Po’s voice is not bad, but amazing.
The first thing that came to Annan's mind was this thought.
But I haven't waited for Annan to respond.
The tragedian twitched his nose slightly as if he smelled something.
That gesture was so elegant, as affectionate as sniffing a rose.
"Such a strong, bright smell... It turns out that it was Mr. Yao who gave you my name."
The tragedy writer smiled: "I have to thank him very much.
"So, lovely Annan. You specifically asked me to come out...is there something wrong?"