With the sound of an opening, the door with the golden line outlining the "Eye of Exploration" was divided into two from the central axis, and the door was opened.
Sean Dickinson emerged from the Hall of a Thousand Faces.
Due to the dim light in the hall behind him, Yueguang and Ivan could only see a faint outline slowly approaching.
Step by step, Sean walked up to them.
Finally seeing the captain's mask clearly, Moonlight 1902's eyes widened: "Why is that? - I don't understand!"
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Time goes back to about fifteen minutes ago.
Sean accepted the mysterious man's invitation and sat on the single sofa opposite him. In the process, the mask on his face has changed hundreds of times. Sean was surprised to find that there were many masks that he had never seen before but knew at a glance to be very powerful.
The other party looked at Sean's mask for a while and said, "Shimmer Sea, what do you think of this mask I made for you?"
His voice did not come from under the ever-changing mask, but echoed ethereally throughout the hall.
In this way, Sean was able to confirm the identity of the person in front of him. He couldn't help but sit up straighter: "It's like a window to watch the sea. I can often hear the sound of the tide - I really like this mask."
The other party nodded with satisfaction, and the mask stayed on the "legendary teller by the campfire" for a moment, that is, a man whose smile was illuminated by the campfire. He uses a mask to express his expression.
"I'm glad to hear you say that." While listening to the Lord of the Thousand Faces Hall speak, Sean looked into the darkness around him. He noticed that some of the masks hanging on the wall in the distance were blinking.
"Your mask is one of my most satisfying pieces."
The mask is a symbol of the explorer. Hearing such words is like hearing the god of destiny say, you are one of the people I care most about. Sean was a little flattered at this moment, and he made a timely gesture: "Thank you for your love."
"A mask goes from Jack to King. What do you think is the process?" An awkward-shaped question mark appeared on the mask. Riddle game.
Sean thought for a while and said, "Is it a process of growth? A process from a seed to growing into a tree?"
He nodded, his mask resting on the solemn "Tacheng Holy Master": "Approximation. It is sometimes more like a story than the growth process.
"The beginning, development, and ending of a story."
Sean felt a flash of inspiration in the darkness, and seemed to understand something.
It turns out to be an ongoing story. Is the upgrading of the mask related to the progression of time?
"Growth and story, these two metaphors are slightly different." The mask began to flicker and change again, "One is about how to adapt to the environment better, and the other is unexpected. I am only a part of it, and everything is wrapped up in it..."
He stood up gracefully, leaning on his cane. Sean also stood up.
"The climax of the story that belongs to your mask, I have to let you see it with your own eyes."
His voice faded away, and darkness swept across. In the end, only his mask was still emitting some light. In the blink of an eye, the mask seemed to turn into a circular window, calling Sean to fly straight in...
The sea breeze blew, and Sean found himself floating on a piece of sea.
He was very familiar with this sea - at first everything was hidden in the thick fog, and the darkness made it look very mysterious. Later, the light of the stars illuminated the sea, giving it a shimmering light.
"Am I in the Mask of the Shimmering Sea?" Sean was still thinking when he suddenly felt his coat being blown by the wind.
The wind gradually awakened, the storm was coming, and the originally calm waves on the sea turned into undulating hills.
Looking at the pitch-black sky, he suddenly understood - it was still far from dawn, it was still the deepest night.
If the darkness has substance, it makes the stars in the sky sharp and clear. The black ocean was undulating, and in this lightless "dark valley" that was constantly undulating, Sean saw it.
There was a light shining in the endless darkness. It quietly and stubbornly released its light, illuminating a small area of the sea.
If you look carefully, you will see that it is not a lone lamp, but an ark floating in the waves, shining brightly.
In the lost waters of eternal night, the ark shines like a beacon.
The field of vision gradually narrowed, and finally, this miraculous scenery was placed in a mask.
The black ocean covers all directions, and above the head are the constellations that are sharp and clear because of the darkness, and in the endless ocean, there is a little light that will never fade away.
Mr. Sean Dickinson's King-level mask - "The Ark of Eternal Night".
He returned to the hall. The mysterious man in white disappeared, and the sofa and fireplace sitting opposite him disappeared. He stood alone in the middle of the hall, holding his "Eternal Night Ark" in his hand.
"You don't have to wear a crown to become a king..." Thousands of masks surrounding the entire hall chanted in a solemn voice——
“It’s about becoming a king first and then wearing the crown.”
It is not that you become a king by wearing a crown, but you first become a king and then put on the crown.
Sean seemed to understand something. He gently put the Eternal Night Ark on his face.
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Outside the hall, after listening to Sean's story, Moonlight couldn't calm down for a long time.
They did not see the light on Sean's King-level mask. On the contrary, the sea area entered deeper darkness, and the storm became more violent...
what does that mean? The coming of a dark age?
However, fortunately, there is still a bright ark fighting against the darkness and storm. That glimmer of light penetrated Sean's mask and fell into the moonlight eyes.
It felt like I was staring into Sean's eyes.
The pianist's eyes were fascinated and his brows stretched: "How...how should I put it?" He shook his head slightly, "It seems that it is a mask that suits you better than we thought."
Sean felt the same as Moonlight. He had to marvel: the God of Masks' understanding and even prophecy of the explorers was almost a miracle.
Maybe, it really is a miracle... Sean thought. There are more than 400,000 explorer masks in the world, which is a grand miracle.
Sean led two teammates out of the Explorer Center. On the way, he received the attention of countless colleagues, as well as the standard bow and face salute of association personnel who did not hesitate to show respect.
Become a King, become a minority among explorers, and become a place where people will pay attention...
Sean thinks he still has to get used to this feeling.
After walking out of the Explorer Center, Sean and his party were about to enter the "disordered corridor" in the Silent Street - there is a special magic in the corridor that can disrupt people's traveling direction to prevent possible tracking. At some nodes, it can even The explorers are teleported to unexpected places, and combined with the chaotic corridors, there are various strategies for taking off the mask. In this way, the explorers can separate their social identity and mask identity...
Before entering the corridor, someone called Sean: "Mr. Ark."
Sean and the three stopped and turned around.
For those behind, what turned around was the Ark of Eternal Night, the Soloist under the Moon, and the Eye of Annihilation with Thunder...
The momentum of the three masks made the caller behind him stop in his tracks.
This is a standard team led by King, and such an elite team is extremely rare in the industry.
What stopped them was a Queen-level mask - "Imperial Scribe", a mask of the civil service system, which symbolized profound knowledge, powerful information collection ability and memory ability. In real life, he may be a senior legal person or a scholar of literature and history.
This Queen managed to remain neither humble nor overbearing in front of the three masks. He bowed respectfully and handed over a dark blue envelope with a golden wax seal on it. The wax seal was patterned with a skull wearing a crown.
"I am the messenger from the King's Club," the scribe lowered his head and spoke in a melodious tone. "This is the invitation letter from the club to you, Mr. Ark."
