As the door opened, a gust of wind blew out of the door.
The dust and musty smell comes from the pavement...
The divine feathers were slightly bright, like Moses opening the sea, and the stale wind was split into two halves in front of Sean.
There was a subtle rustling sound inside the dark door.
Like silkworms greedily eating mulberry leaves.
Sean glanced at Olivia: "Be careful." Spirit held the lighter and walked into the door first.
After entering, Sean used his spiritual power to keep the door ajar - to prevent any lone giant baby man or alchemy chimera from breaking in.
After passing a long corridor, the way forward was blocked by a wall.
There is a metal door on the stone wall.
Behind the door, the "rustling" sound was even more obvious.
Sean felt that the sound made his scalp tingle.
"Not a good sign..."
He narrowed his eyes.
However, it has always been the case - the journey of exploration cannot stop because of dangers ahead...
We can only go forward boldly and carefully with confidence.
Although he knew what should be behind the door, Sean, who had always used ectoplasm, would not use ectoplasm to peek in this situation.
When I walked to the door, the firelight illuminated the metal door, with several lines of words on it.
Every few lines, there are several rollers engraved with metal letters...
There are three sets of such rollers in total.
"This is..." Olivia took a few steps closer and looked at the Latin writing on the wall, "A riddle?"
Sean looked at it carefully and agreed with Olivia's judgment.
The three sets of rollers on the wall are like three password locks, and the passwords should be the answers to the three riddles.
Sean, who had studied Latin, read out the three riddles by the light of the fire.
“What is invisible during the day but visible at night?
There is obviously only one, but three can be seen.
You can't see it without it, and you can't see it if you have it? "
“What can I see during the day but not at night?
There are obviously two, but it feels like one.
Can you see yourself, but can’t see yourself? "
“What is silent but speaks a thousand words.
It doesn't fill the stomach, but it makes people stronger.
Very fragile, yet more powerful than a weapon? "
Three riddles, three things.
The names of three things are the correct passwords.
Olivia seemed to be very interested in the riddle. She stepped forward with interest and wanted to start solving the riddle.
Sean nodded and said, "I know, the answer is 'candlelight', 'eyes' and 'books'."
Just as he was about to turn the wheel, a burst of dissatisfaction came from Crimson Link.
Turning to look at Olivia, he found the precision girl standing on the side, blinking in a daze and surprise.
Are you... too fast?
I haven't finished reading yet?
Only then did Sean realize that he seemed to have ruined Olivia's fun of solving the puzzle.
He smiled sheepishly.
Recalling the scene that happened in Plague City, Sean was worried that Olivia would have emotions again.
After all, I just planned to start turning the wheel without explaining anything, completely ignoring my partner's opinions.
Olivia shook her head in the darkness and sighed.
There's no way...it's Sean after all.
"There are many stories in the New Testament."
Without any regrets, Olivia looked at the riddle and asked, "I can understand the third riddle. Why is the first one candlelight?"
Candlelight can indeed only be seen at night.
But, why is "there is only one, but three can be seen; without it, one cannot see, and with it, one cannot see?"
"Look at me." Sean held the lighter and looked at Olivia.
Looking at Sean, Olivia instantly understood.
The light of the lighter reflected exactly three flames in Sean's eyes.
"Then you can't see without it, and you can't see with it?"
While turning the first roller, Sean said: "Of course you can't see without light at night...
“However, if you keep staring at the light in the dark, you will run the risk of going blind in the long run.
"In other words, if you suddenly encounter strong light from darkness, you will also be temporarily blinded."
This riddle is not difficult, but Olivia feels that Sean's thinking speed is as if he has seen this riddle before.
However, these riddles were written by Dal Finch. Where did he see them?
In his soul, Sean felt a little admiration filling Olivia's chest...
"What about the second one?"
Turning to look at Olivia: "First of all, if everyone keeps their eyes open during the day, of course they can see them; if they fall asleep at night, of course they can't see them.
"Secondly, although we have two eyes, we only have one field of view when we see things...
"You don't realize you have two eyes."
Olivia nodded and saw her slightly confused face in Sean's eyes.
Can see myself, in Sean's eyes.
And I can’t see myself, in my own eyes.
"Sean..."
That faint feeling of admiration became even stronger.
The alchemist girl, who had always wanted to protect her readers, felt a strong sense of "security" when she looked at Sean's focused face.
"He is the one who can lead us out of the maze..."
Thinking of the situation in the black church, where I pitied Sean and planned to sacrifice myself.
Suddenly I realized that that idea was a bit silly.
"You can always trust him."
There was still one wheel left to complete, and Sean found that the red eyes seemed to be staring directly at him.
"Olivia?"
The alchemist girl came to her senses and turned around, as if she was wary of something in the darkness.
Sean smiled and turned the last letter out.
Click...
Gears turned in the wall and the metal door slowly opened.
That "rustling sound" was very obvious, like ringing in my ears.
Sean wanted to enter, but Olivia raised the flame and walked in first.
Behind the metal door is a small room.
The bookshelves with various books around the room were covered in dust.
That "rustling" sound came from the innermost position of the room.
Sean stopped Olivia who was about to move forward, gave a signal with his eyes, and walked over holding the firelight.
The firelight illuminated the scene ahead, and Sean frowned in confusion.
In the dark corner, in this small space that had been sealed in dust for four hundred years, a man was holding a quill, lying on his desk, concentrating on writing something.
The tip of the quill kept rubbing against the parchment on the table...
swish swish...
swish swish...
"Writing in the dark?" Sean and Olivia both stopped.
In the firelight, the man's face was blurred, and only his hand holding the pen could be seen moving continuously.
Not noticing the arrival of any visitors at all, he just kept writing...
