"If I want to reveal and solve the conspiracy surrounding me, how many holy light marks will I have to pay?"
Annan asked.
Faced with this offensive inquiry, the tragedian was completely lifeless.
He was just calm and looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile: "Then it depends on what the specific conspiracy is.
"The word [conspiracy], if used broadly, has a wide meaning. Just for the purpose of 'love', there are no less than ten people who are carrying out a 'conspiracy' against you; there are still people who don't know your existence.
, and their conspiracy is related to you - does this count?
"If I want to tell you everything, then this cannot be solved by more than a hundred holy light marks. This is already closely related to the truth of [Conspiracy]."
"Then come one by one."
Annan replied without hesitation: "What about Professor Wolf?
"——What did he want to do when he sent Doreen to me? What did he want to do when he became Professor Wolf?"
"Do you still have to ask?"
The tragedy writer replied leisurely: "Don't you have the answer in your own heart?"
"I only thought you were a Fun Man, but I didn't know you were a Riddler."
Annan said coldly: "I am using the Holy Light Seal to buy the answer, Your Excellency."
Besides, I have many answers in my mind.
There are even contradictory ones.
I came here to look at the reference answers, not just to see "such and such question, omitted".
"This question is worth forty marks."
The tragedy writer shook his finger and raised the corners of his mouth: "'Frederick'... Do you know why his last name is Wolf Heart?
"Because he literally replaced his heart with a werewolf's heart.
"As you can see, he made some interesting arrangements. He divided himself in half, cut his memories, and changed his name... He thought he could escape from me.
."
--How can it be.
The tragedy writer did not say these words, but the irony and joyful mood were already read by Annan on his face through the mirror.
His reserve means that his expressions will never be so straightforward.
"I am the first god to complete self-cutting. I am also the god who has studied the name the most."
The tragedy writer had just finished speaking.
A prompt finally appeared in front of Annan:
[Acquire mysterious knowledge: the second real name of the God of Conspiracy and Murder, "The Tragedy Writer"]
[This mysterious knowledge can be used as "Golden Spell (Idol School): True Name Plunder"]
It cannot be used as an influence to perform rituals, nor can it be used to call upon gods.
How could the "tragedy writer" purify the mysterious knowledge of his real name to such a pure level...
"Remember, this is 'Melampos', not 'Sophocles'."
The tragedian stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture: "Of course you can also use 'Sophocles' to perform rituals, but I no longer specifically classify it as mysterious knowledge - only in 'Sophocles'
When the name "Kles" is spoken in the ritual, it will correspond to me as a piece of mysterious knowledge, and it will be consumed in the moment of response.
"After all, it's just a pseudonym. Although a pseudonym known by everyone can also be regarded as a real name... But there is no point in making people forget their pseudonym.
"And if something happens to you, just call me by my real name. In order to prevent you from using it indiscriminately and forgetting it, I took back the other powers entwined with this name. After all, this is a name that no one knows except you -
—Mr. Yao also told you because 'you are the one who asked this question'."
The tragedy writer said leisurely.
To put it simply, "Sophocles" is the office phone number, while "Melanpos" is the personal phone number...
Annan instantly understood what the tragedian meant.
As he talked with the tragedian, he came to understand more and more this style of speaking in half circles.
However, being able to freely control the power contained in the mysterious knowledge of his true name...
Annan didn't dare to say that other righteous gods didn't have this ability - after all, it didn't sound very useful. Maybe they just didn't have to do it. But Annan could also see that this was indeed a very delicate work.
"So, you also know how stupid it is for him to try to escape from me by manipulating his name, right?"
The elegant middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes and deep facial features showed a sarcastic smile: "In the words of your world... it's called playing tricks, right?"
"You said what you said, don't involve me."
Annan stuffed back a calm sentence and forcibly interrupted the topic.
"So. After he realized that it was impossible to escape from me no matter what, I thought he might have gone a little crazy. Probably."
The smile on the tragedian's face is always elegant and gentle: "He gave himself the heart of a wolf. He also carefully controlled the werewolves, trying to let them seize power in the Principality of Winter, all because he was afraid of me.
"And when he finally realized that no matter how much he flattered me, my attitude towards him would not change... and I would not take his life, he decisively gave up his previous conspiracy in order to preserve his life.
My own, half-finished conspiracy... Isn’t it ironic?”
Having said this, the tragedian shook his head slightly and said pointedly: "When a drunkard can break away from his drunkenness at any time, it means that he is not drunk at all, but is just pretending to be drunk."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Of course I want to test whether you are Annan Coldong. Probe - you know the meaning of this word, right? That little girl is just a fate probe."
When Annan heard this, he immediately reacted.
"...Is it to create a causal relationship between her and 'Annan'?"
"That's right. The fake body you are using right now is Michelangelo's last masterpiece before his sublimation - it is a wizard-type marble golem that has self-awareness, can drive itself, and is immune to the spells of most prophets and idol schools.
"Although it cannot deflect gold-level idol spells, it is a pity... the highest level of spells that turn on one's 'God's Eye' to see the thread of fate will not exceed the silver level. In other words, Frederick
It is impossible to check the fate of 'Ghirlandaio'.
"The thread of fate cannot adhere to it. Then it is impossible to control, vibrate, perceive, or affect your destiny from a distance...and it is also impossible to deduce your true name by sorting out the thread of fate and looking at the past."
Because there is no thread of fate in "Ghirlandaio", it cannot be checked by high-level idol wizards to see what happened in the past...
Annan quickly understood the problem.
etc.
In that case——
"That's right."
The tragedy writer was the first to say: "Because you took her in, 'Annan' had an indirect intersection with her after all.
"If 'Ghirlandaio' is not Annan, then little Doreen, who is clean and will not run around, has been given to Ghirlandaio... Why does she appear to be the same as 'Annan Rin'?
Where is the thread of fate connected by winter?"
She shouldn't have met Annan Coldong.
……wrong.
If it was at that time that Professor Wolf finally started to control Annan... he would have been too late!
Because by that time, the players had already arrived at the Sporadic Mill!
Annan finally reacted.
Why was he dragged to the Sporod Mill? Why did he meet Nefertari through the dream of the Sporod Mill, and why was he further dragged into "Nightmare: Gemini"...
They even used "Husky and Thirteen Incense" who were similar to the two people in the past to solve this nightmare, and exposed the true identity of "Professor Wolf" hidden in the void...
It is impossible for Professor Wolf to do such a thing.
This is not good for him at all. Instead, it makes his already calm life more turbulent.
But for a tragedy writer...this is undoubtedly a rare pleasure.
"...So it was you from the very beginning?"
"it's me."
The tragedian responded calmly: "Before you left Noah...I have been watching you since you left the Paper Princess and the Faceless Poet. To be precise, you were trying to go to Bloomfield Province.
The razor collar, and the spore mill beneath it, is my influence on you.
"Under the protection of the Book of Heavenly Chariots, I have only done one thing. That is to let you choose 'Spore Mill' from the many cities in the underground kingdom. That's all. That's it.
I tried my best... The story that followed had nothing to do with me, it was the real 'fate'."
Destiny is a treacherous road.
exclaimed the tragedian for the second time.
"The reason why Doreen failed to assassinate you smoothly, was not manipulated to send back more information, and was not recovered by Professor Wolf personally... is because he vaguely noticed that you were following the 'introduction plot' I gave.
'And move forward.
"Of course he doesn't dare to touch you again. He also doesn't dare to trap you on the ground and waste your time."