The gatekeeper's words contained great 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. In just a few seconds, 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, the 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 window on the second floor - 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," said the giant in a thunderous voice.
Agatha was stunned for a moment when she saw the giant.
This is not the gatekeeper he is familiar with - the gatekeeper I usually communicate with does not have such a huge body. The one in front of me is obviously a higher-level messenger... Why did this messenger respond to his call?
But soon, she suppressed the doubts in her heart - the messengers were all obeying the orders of Bartok, the god of death. She did not need 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 lingered in this room," she said, pointing to the empty table with her stick. "He may have been contaminated, but his whereabouts are unknown now."
The noisy sounds gradually became louder, and there seemed to be countless invisible snoops stirring in the air. The noise interrupted Agatha's thoughts. She turned her eyes in her hands and saw wisps of light outside the octagonal barrier. The dark substance that looked like hair spread out, like ink dripping into the water.
"The soul departs and enters the realm of rest, where the power wipes away its debts and pollution is no longer a problem."
"Fire Usurper." The messenger's clear yellow eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, and there was obviously some warning when he said this word, and then he retracted one 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.
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.
But she did not lose her composure - communicating with the gatekeepers on the "other side" and often being exposed to 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 vocabulary , which means that this vocabulary is at least within his tolerance.
If it is a taboo-level issue, the messenger will remind you.
The death messenger in 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 slowly, and asked the second question: "Who does power come from? Who has erased the debt of this soul?" "
I always feel that there are too many things to be confused about today.
Agatha calmed down, took a breath, and asked her third question: "Who is the usurper of fire?"
"Humanity."
Humanity? What kind of answer is that? It means... the fire usurper is a human? This power that the Death Messenger calls "powerful" comes from a human being?
What kind of "human" is this? ! Is this still "human"? !
"The soul has left. The gatekeeper on the opposite side confirmed that the soul passed through Bartok's gate and entered its resting place," Qian Huansha said lightly, "...that's all, there are no more clues."
The messenger outside the window said, then it put away the last finger, and the figure disappeared in a gust of howling wind, giving Qian Huansha no chance to continue the conversation.
The spirit world began to expel himself as an uninvited guest.
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 still lingered clearly in her mind. , but she had no idea what this incomprehensible answer was about!
Agatha frowned deeply.
The strange and suspicious signs 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...
At that moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the corridor outside, interrupting Agatha's thoughts.
The fragments of wooden boards that were scattered and still in the air flew, and in an instant they were put back together into a complete form. 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 Ah. On Gaza.
A subordinate walked from the side and waited for Agatha to put away the potion bottle before stepping forward and asking: "Did you find any clues?
A guard who was taking care of her downstairs came in: "Your Excellency, gatekeeper, the lady is awake."
Is the young Sen'jin awake?
The subordinates obviously noticed Agatha's concealment, but as an experienced guard, he didn't ask anything, nodded and went back to work.
For safety reasons, she did not mention the term "fire usurper" to her subordinates.
Agatha immediately put aside her thoughts and quickly rushed to the first floor, where she saw Garoni waking up from her sleep.
All kinds of complicated and confusing lines were entangled in her mind.
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 flame that outlined the octagonal outline on the floor.
In an instant, the spirit world faded away, sounds returned, and colors filled her vision again. She returned to the busy scene of the guards, with her subordinates still working nervously and orderly around them.
This word obviously has power, and even directly points to extreme 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.
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 Qian Huansha, 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, her eyes still seemed a little wandering, as if she hadn't completely broken out of her sleep, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gatekeeper, my...my mind is still messed up, I feel like I am doing I had a very long dream, in which I kept solving math problems, proving it over and over again. I have never been so tired in all my learning experience from childhood to adulthood..."
"Solving 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 you fell into a deep sleep? What happened?"
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
As one of the two great righteous gods, why would his priest do such a thing?
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 can'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.”
"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, is he okay?"
Agatha was stunned for a moment.
"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, so I forgot to mention that he needs to be quiet...
