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- No revelation.
No revelation can be interpreted as many different answers, such as the simplest, the equal and divine "Angel of Destiny" Your Highness refuses to respond to you, she hates you. The wings of misfortune are coming quietly, and no matter what you do next, you may die violently on the spot due to cardiac arrest.
But obviously Steve doesn't feel that he is hated by fate, and it is impossible for the angel to die of cardiac arrest. This leads to another answer - the "Angel of Destiny" ignored your prayers. It means that what is happening now is "not yet time" in the eyes of Ourolius, who has an insight into the flow of fate. Now is not the time to get guidance. Withdraw your prayers and wait with peace of mind, maybe you will get the answer one day in the future.
Compared with the third answer, "His Royal Highness Ouroleus has no room to respond now," the second answer is the most likely.
The "King of Angels" and "Snake of Mercury" will carefully select the families they restart every time, choose the occult connections they need, choose the interpersonal relationships hidden in the family and the possible impact on the changes in destiny. In the process of restarting Spirituality and strength will not diminish even half a cent. Throughout the thousands of years of prayer history, the second answer is also the most common.
In thousands of years of working together, the Angel of the Holy Word has been able to grasp more accurately the meaning of every move of the taciturn Angel of Destiny.
Steph didn't know the real reason for the restart of Ourolius this time, so she pondered the holy intention for a while, and felt relieved again after feeling that she had grasped the key points.
"Fate has chosen silence. It seems that it is still early and the time for revelation has not yet arrived." She spoke naturally, turned to Colin Yinliad, who was silent, and asked, "My compatriots, don't you know that sacred child?" When did it come to Silver City?"
Faced with the angel's words to close the relationship, Colin was not qualified to refute, but he did not respond:
"More than one hundred and twenty cycles ago, even her parents may not know the specific date."
"How's the situation now?"
Colin hesitated for a moment: "He will be born within thirty cycles."
More than one hundred and twenty cycles, that is, more than four months... According to the past restart habits of "Angel of Destiny", he would usually wait eight months of human pregnancy before being born and leaving his relatives. But this time, why did Silver City already say that the child was "about to be born" just after the halfway mark? Steve frowned, but it wasn't obvious on her already wrinkled face. She finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this restart. Ouroleus seemed to be in a hurry to be born, shortening the development time by half, which was almost never done in the past.
Maybe this has something to do with the Lord's plan... Steve secretly decided to report this abnormal situation to the Lord.
"I see, it turns out I was too hasty."
She smiled like an elder: "Obviously, His Highness the 'Angel of Destiny' is in love with Silver City and wants to stay a little longer."
"In that case, I will wait outside Silver City, right here. If Silver City needs knowledge or information, I am also willing to communicate."
"There is a demigod of the 'Secret Prayer' path in your city-state, and your life has long passed the Zhongtian. Time and the Lord will test your piety. If your faith is unbreakable, I will point her to the next step. road."
After saying this, Steve stopped talking and looked at Colin. She turned around and continued to kneel down and pray quietly under the light of the bright lantern that acted as the sun, like an old and skinny missionary.
Colin looked at the calm side face of the other party, and was a little surprised - he could not believe that this strong man who seemed to be an angel actually lived outside the Silver City, choosing to wait for the "Angel of Destiny" to be born naturally instead of forcibly taking the other person. take away. Fortunately, the other party did not come with any ill intentions, and did not do anything except ask questions, and the conversation seemed to be over so far.
The torch was still burning quietly, and Colin slowly retreated facing Steve, watching the two-meter square light getting farther and farther, and finally turned into a golden light spot the size of a thumb cap.
After retreating until he had his back against the heavy gate of Silver City, Colin still did not turn around rashly, and was still wary of possible dangers or monsters. He held the torch in his left hand, clenched his fist in his right hand, and quickly knocked out the code he had agreed upon before leaving the city on the stone city gate behind him.
Four short, two long, and three short. Two seconds later, the city gate opened a gap that allowed one person to pass through.
Colin immediately stepped inside, and the heavy door closed immediately.
As soon as he entered the door, the dim light of the morning light immediately enveloped him. Waite Hilmon held up the "Crown of Glory" and asked solemnly:
"your name?"
"Colin Yinliat."
Asking questions and responding in an orderly manner.
Within the effective range of the "Crown of Glory", evil will be crushed by the light of the sword, and lies will be identified by the wearer. This is also the confirmation method discussed by the elders from the beginning. Of course, after a simple meeting of elders, the chief will also be sent to the bottom of the round tower. The elders will take turns guarding him, and they will hold instant meetings through a transparent barrier to exchange information about today's visitor.
The shadow in the corner of the light squirmed and rose, turning into the "Black Knight" Elder Lovia. She and Waite Hilmon looked at each other, temporarily stopped sending spiritual energy into the "Crown of Glory", and separated one to the left and the other to the right. Colin is caught in the middle.
"When you return holding the torch, the elders will already be waiting." Lovia said, "Please go to the Round Tower to start the meeting."
The chief nodded calmly and then spoke:
"Did Carlotta Squalder behave in any unusual way while I was away?"
This is Mrs. Scullder's name.
"Chief, when you went out, Mrs. Skold was preparing dinner at home." Lovia replied, "After she prepared dinner for her husband, she sewed clothes for her unborn child for a while, and then she felt tired and fell asleep. Got off."
Colin nodded, stopped talking, and followed the two elders to the Round Tower.
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Crane walked into the bathroom menacingly, holding the dice that always brought bad luck to the fat pharmacist.
The ceremony, Origin Castle, was completed in one go, and returning to one's home court was a matter of strength. Klein put the dice on the table, rolled the dice of probability twice, and finally succumbed to the unfathomable gray fog. With four o'clock facing up, he stayed peacefully on the long bronze table of Origin Castle, once again There is no longer the arrogant appearance on the ship that constantly causes all kinds of fatal disasters, large and small.
At this time, it was already 10:40 on Friday, about 8 hours before the passenger ship arrived at Olavi Island.
Seeing that the "Dice of Probability" became quiet again, Kleinmer calculated the time:
"It should be able to hold up until it is handed over to Darkwill's connector. No further processing is needed."
Thinking of this, Klein considered another issue with concern:
"When I arrived at a strange island, I needed to bring the 'All Black Eyes' just in case. But the 'All Black Eyes' had appeared in front of the 'True Creator', and there was also her mental pollution, so every few hours If you take it out once, she might lock it."
The 7,000 pounds used to purchase the "Fire Gloves" has been delivered to Emlyn, and the remaining 500 pounds for the agency fee can be paid.
Klein has already begun to think about collecting auxiliary materials for "Secret Puppet Master" and dealing with the mental pollution of the main materials.
"However, it's only for a minute or two at a time, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Even if they detect it, their position sensing won't be too accurate. Alas, it involves the 'True Creator', so we can't use divination to determine it. We can only increase our vigilance and... Okay, this is the last time for a while, and we only have seven or eight hours to reach our destination... Why should I set a flag for myself, bah bah bah, I didn't think about anything just now."
At this moment, a crimson illusory star suddenly shined brightly, and Klein raised his head as usual. At first, he thought it was "Moon" Emlyn informing the progress of the purchase through prayers. Just when he was about to say a few words of praise for his quick action, he saw a simple house in the light and shadow of the deep red stars, with only tables and cabinets. and a bed, so simple that it reminded him of "Inscription on a Humble Room".
"It's actually 'The Sun'? What does he want from me..."
Klein curiously reached out and touched the crimson star. The image of Derrick praying under the candlelight came into view, and the voice also reached his ears:
"Dear Mr. Fool, Silver City welcomes its first guest..."
"His identity is unknown, but he claims to be from a destroyed city-state."
"I don't know the purpose of his visit to Silver City, but I think it may have something to do with the 'Angel of Destiny'. This may be the good luck and opportunity she gave to Silver City."
This... If I remember correctly, the Land Abandoned by the Gods should be a dangerous place where even demigods must move cautiously. The monsters lurking in the darkness are powerful beyond human imagination. Being able to come to Silver City smoothly, this guest is also very powerful...
Klein watched this incident with a disillusioned mentality. Taking the opportunity of Ourolyus's arrival in Silver City, it seemed that many things were beginning to move towards a higher level, gradually exceeding his imagination. .
In the end, he could only respond calmly:
"That's a good thing."
He knew that "The Sun" would be happy for a long time because of his unclear words, but other than such ridiculous words, Klein really didn't know what to say.
After reading the prayer, I took a look at the prayers offered by Poseidon believers, which was like clearing out unread messages. After clearing up a wave of news, Klein realized that he had stayed in the bathroom for a little too long, so he picked up the "Dice of Probability" and left Source Castle to return to the living room. The fat pharmacist was seen slumped in the easy chair listlessly, while the owl Harry was in high spirits and seemed to need no rest.
Are these the different specialities that different creatures obtain after taking the same magic potion? At least Miss Justice didn't say she didn't need to sleep... The uniqueness brought about by the owl's physiological structure? Alas, I don’t know enough about it. As expected, he is a keyboard expert who knows a little bit of everything and a little bit of nothing else... Klein sat on the sofa, put the milky white dice into the ring box, and patiently waited for the evening to come. Ships enter port.
As time passed, the bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward, getting lower and lower.
At this moment, Klein, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened up and felt that a strong danger was coming!
This goes beyond the spiritual intuition of the "divineer" and the dangerous premonition of the "clown", and seems to originate from the invisible gray fog that ripples strangely around him.
"There are enemies! A strong man from the 'Aurora Society', no, a saint?" Klein opened his eyes and thought about countermeasures with an unusually serious expression.
If this was the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics and was pulled in by the "Eye of Total Blackness", it would be too fast!
At this time, if he made a mistake, he would have to consider coming back from the dead.
As for the fat pharmacist Darkwill and the owl Harry, there is absolutely no way they will be spared!
He initially hoped that the visitor could only sense the lake, which could only determine a large area, and might not be able to find him or the "dice of probability". However, considering that this was a ship and there was an uninhabited sea nearby, the target seemed to be It's not difficult to lock in. When the time comes, the trouble will be even greater, so we have to give up decisively.
Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tore open, vaguely revealing an invisible door covered with various complex symbols.
Two slightly pale hands stretched out from the crack of the door, pulled back violently, and let the whole body walk out.
He wore a black soft hat and a classic dark robe that the old man loved, but he looked less than forty. His brown hair was slightly curled, giving people an unusually hard look.
There seemed to be countless shadows lingering in his dark eyes, and they seemed to hide layers of chaotic worlds.
Klein's sense of danger became even stronger, and just the change in his expression scared Darkwill and Harry the owl so much that they didn't dare to move.
He no longer hesitated, and based on the preparations he had made for similar situations in the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the "Dice of Probability".
"To determine the behavior of the malicious person who just arrived, I want 1 point!" Klein whispered in a deep voice, threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice that had just been intimidated for a short time would be able to Be obedient and able to function.
At the same time, he acted extremely calm, lest the dice sense his own tension and take advantage of it to cause trouble.
Amidst the crashing sound, the "Dice of Probability" rolled several times and settled on a bright red 1 point.
Above the passenger ship, the entire ship was reflected in the eyes of the man in black robe who was less than forty years old.
He spread his spirituality, glanced around, reached out to grab the void in front of him, and suddenly opened an almost invisible door.
The strong man stepped inside and disappeared.
Klein, who was in the first-class cabin, suddenly felt that the danger was gone, and he could not help but let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He stared at the "Dice of Probability" on the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If this dice didn't have such negative effects and could be fully utilized, it would be a magical tool!"
"As expected of a '0' level sealed object, worthy of the uniqueness of the 'monster' path..."
"Just now, what happened just now?" The fat pharmacist Darkwill found his courage and asked cautiously.
Klein kept his posture unchanged and responded calmly:
"you do not need to know."
"I understand, I understand, the more you know, the more dangerous it is." Darkwill wiped the cold sweat from his head.
In the next few hours, no more accidents happened. When the sun sank into the horizon and the sky became completely dark, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appearing not far away.
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"Saint of Secrets" Botis kept opening the door, passing through the spiritual world, crossing the entire ocean in just a blink of an eye, and finally opened the door outside a noble manor.
The wrought iron gate opened slowly and automatically. Botis saluted the gate and did not choose to continue opening the door, but walked in step by step.
A figure appeared silently next to him, as if growing out of the ground or Botis's shadow. The figure was wearing Backlund's now popular new style men's jacket, and his young face was pale and handsome.
"Long time no see." The Dark Saint said concisely and concisely.
"Greetings to the Lord." The corners of Botis's mouth were raised, forming a stiff smile.
"How's business doing?"
"Praise the Lord, a pretty good gemstone vein has been developed." Butis said, "The mining is going on smoothly. I will dedicate the best and largest gemstones to the Lord."
The Dark Saint nodded slightly: "Your piety shines far brighter than gems."
"On the way here, when I passed the sea, I felt the breath of the Lord." Botis said as he walked, "But when I wanted to look for it, the breath disappeared. Rather than looking for that breath, I think it’s more important to attend this month’s mass.”
"There are not many holy objects contaminated with the Lord's breath. You should have looked carefully at that time." Kesma felt a little regretful, but the regret passed away in a flash, "But your choice is undoubtedly the right one... You You can’t imagine how shocking the Holy Communion is today.”
"I look forward to it."
"Are you still paying attention to the Abraham family?"
"Them?" Botis laughed mockingly, a look of madness flashed in his cloudy eyes, "They are still barely surviving. The curse of blood cannot be eradicated, and the Abraham family is destined to decline in the dream of glory.… …I regret now that I let my teacher live because of old feelings. Rather than clinging to glory to continue the bloodline and lingering, perhaps it would be better to be burned to death in that fire."
"Abraham's existence is of no consequence, as long as it doesn't get in the way of you and me."
"Obstruction..." Botis looked into the distance and said calmly, "How unfortunate it must be for a demigod born into the Abraham family."
While the saints were walking and talking in the garden, in the hidden room at the highest point of the manor, the True Creator stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking about the message contained in Steve's prayer a few minutes ago.
"Ourolius shortened the development time by half..."
The True Creator let out a brief sigh, remembering the Outer God and her curse in her heart.
"I know nothing about her pathways and authority. How will 'decay' manifest itself? The decay of the body and soul should be just marginal abilities that are not worth mentioning. So what are her specific sequences, pathways, and authorities? What does it look like?”
"That was originally a curse against a true god - what Ouroleus bore was the other side of the curse on me, or a completely different one? No idea, nothing at all."
Bidige
"Although I don't know now, I also hope that one day I won't see it with my own eyes."
"It's like walking on thin ice..."
The struggle of the seven gods and the spying of the outer gods have made the real creator one head and two big, and he has to constantly speculate and plan every day. It doesn't matter if you have very few chips on hand, or if you're a few steps behind other gods, but you can't just sit around and do nothing.
As long as there is still room for struggle, we must strive to take two steps back on the road to regaining authority.
Speaking of layout and planning, the True Creator suddenly thought of something else.
"The fact that Klein Moretti can be resurrected proves that he has the qualifications to become a 'Miracle Master' and that he is in line with the destiny of the representative of Origin Castle."
"However, the premise is that he can successfully complete the ritual of the 'ancient scholar' being isolated from the world for three hundred years and live to become a miracle master."
In her various vague memory fragments, she vaguely remembered that the "divineer" path required interaction with the outside world in high sequences, and even built a secret puppet city and killed a demigod in the presence of enough audiences. Such requirements.
"He can……"
"…need an anchor?"
The True Creator thought about the northern and southern continents that were completely divided by the beliefs of the gods, and thought of Steve's report. She stared at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and fell into deep thought for a while.
TBC
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Klein: Don't come over here! I don’t want to be your roller!
Shinzo: Huh, want to escape?
