The messenger tapped his ring: "How long have you been here?" 』
After having a head, this person cannot compare with the roving knight. The strangeness lingers and makes people involuntarily fearful. Therefore, seeing that the other person's eyes seemed to be moving, Uriel quickly replied: "Just twenty minutes ago."
"Twenty minutes?" Eze frowned and turned his head, looking around suspiciously. Uriel could only do his best to ignore the anxiety caused by his performance. "Perhaps the source has not been eliminated yet. Why is there a crack in Four Leaf City? Didn't the people at the detection station respond?"
"It's calmed down," the messenger said, twisting the handle. When the door opened, the apprentice found that his kitchen was now filled with books.
Even in his original world, he would gladly accept the exchange of pots and pans for books. It's a pity that reality doesn't have such good things. By the time Uriel came to his senses, the messenger had already disappeared from the inside of the room, taking with him the news he might have learned about the Floating Cloud Train. But I didn't gain anything, Uriel could only think on the bright side. If there is no one among these strange creatures who can understand what he is going through, then there is really little hope of returning to the original world.
The apprentice suddenly discovered that among a lot of bizarre terms such as law, order, alchemical machines, messengers and mystery, he could still remember the key points.
The frost is gradually fading. The bar owner took a sharp breath and spit out arrow-like white mist, which was quickly submerged in the heat wave of the flaming moon. He then pulled off his scarf, wiped his forehead, and assumed the sleepy look of someone who was overworked and in urgent need of a vacation.
It might be useful to mention applying for a waiter job at this time. "Work matters..."
"You still dare to ask me about work?" Eze raised his voice, then lowered it immediately.
"But I said nothing else, sir. What if I don't want my salary?"
"Are you here for charity, kid?"
"Not really... I just want a place to spend the night." The apprentice asked carefully. "I can clean, pour wine, do the laundry, and bathe the guests' horses. Well, if I work a few more years, maybe you'll let me help with the bookkeeping. I know Common and Gaian. Maybe you'll let me Read the scriptures...?"
Ezz gestured for him to shut up. "Okay, boy, I don't believe in Gaia. It sounds like you just got kicked out of the church. But I see you're over fifteen, aren't you?"
Uriel couldn't deny it. "Yes, sir."
"Then you should find a job by yourself. In Yotsuba City, there is a shortage of workers everywhere."
"They don't accept outsiders, sir."
"Your accent is that of a local! Relax, those mortals won't be able to recognize it." Eze refused to let go, "I advise you to find another job and never come to this damn place again. Did you see... those bastards downstairs just now?" Get out there and go north and they won't affect your life anymore."
His advice was not unreasonable, but Uriel didn't think he could return to his old life just by walking out the door. Gaia is on top. He should be lying on the bed at this time, and there is a storage box on the bed. Can I sleep in a crate? I'm afraid the street beggars will be fighting over the box, and Uriel is about to join them. What a fresh experience. Didn’t you come here like this a few years ago? He quickly shook off the pessimistic thoughts.
"Show me mercy, sir." The apprentice tried his best, "Is there really no need to discuss it?"
"No. You can't stay here."
Reality is not always what you want, this is just the beginning. Uriel climbed down the stairs disappointed. The strange creatures seemed to be looking at him, but he couldn't distract himself. Step by step, towards a new life. What else can I do? No one knew how to prepare for the new world. This is a hell of a thing.
He completely forgot about the broken step, and ended up getting his heel caught in the wood and losing his center of gravity.
"What a risk," Cecilia said. If the waitress hadn't pushed his shoulder in time, the apprentice would have fallen over the railing. "Are you okay?" Her fingers passed through the slit of his shirt, bringing heat, and Uriel was shocked to realize how cold the attic was.
"I'm always in trouble." The apprentice was kneeling on the ground, so she knelt down too. "I'm sorry." This was really rude. He quickly pulled Cecilia to her feet and accidentally got very close to her. He flinched like a candle flame.
"Mr. Haynes rejected you?" she asked quietly.
"Obviously, you are too qualified and can't use my strengths if you stay." Uriel kicked the railing lightly. "Oh, I have to hurry up and look elsewhere. With any luck, I'll be here to compensate you in three weeks."
"you do not need--"
"Wait a mininute."
Uriel looked up and saw Eds Haynes chasing him to the stairs. "I don't know carpentry, sir. Even if you asked me to fix the stairs now, I can't help it."
"Your Majesty the Messenger wants to see you alone." The bar owner got to the point, "You can't leave now."
"Uh, me?"
"Do I seem to be talking to someone else?" Ezi said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense and don't dawdle! And let me tell you, I can do carpentry, so you don't have to worry about my family."
…
When entering the study, Uriel habitually looked for his temporary stove. As expected, there were inkwells and bundles of paper, and densely packed letters lined up in half-open drawers. The Headless Man had opened a letter, and as soon as the apprentice came in he thrust the page back among its kind.
The room was as cold as when we left. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass and then passed through his body, causing dust to float in the beam of light. The thing is obvious, normal people's backs don't let light through.
"Sir Messenger." Uriel said, but the other party seemed to need no reminder.
The young man looked at the apprentice. It's hard to infer emotions from his eyes, and there's an invisible deterrent to him. "Where are you from?"
Yotsuba Castle. Uriel thought to himself. There is no evil in Yotsuba Castle. But he knew the answer he wanted didn't include such nonsense. This person believes in my explanation and the existence of the Cloud Train. Painter, who claims his people built the train, explicitly denies it. What does this mean?
"I..." When the words came to his lips, he almost couldn't say them out of excitement. "I come from another world, sir. It's pretty much the same as here, but there are no strange creatures. I mean, maybe there are, but people like me have never heard of them. Only the big guys understand."
"There are countless so-called strange creatures here. There is no reason to hide them mysteriously. Are they there or not? You decide for yourself." The messenger told him, "Don't rush to deny your life."
Makes sense. The existence of strange creatures is reflected in all aspects, and he has lived in Yotsuba City since he was a child. Let alone seeing him, there is no such news at all. The noble master didn't ride any alchemy machine when he went out. Uriel gritted his teeth and said, "Nothing except the Cloud Train."
The other person nodded. "Mystery is not the cornerstone of the world, law is. The two are not equivalent."
Uriel had to think about this sentence before he understood that the young man wanted to express his approval of the existence of another world.
Everything seemed to suddenly dawn on him, and what he was experiencing was not a ridiculous dream. The tide of bad news has finally passed. Uriel felt briefly relieved, and the question blurted out: "What is the mystery? Where is the law?"
"Mystery is the unknown."
"unknown?"
The messenger thought for a long time. "Power without knowing its source is mysterious."
Uriel didn't understand: "Isn't the law the source of power?"
"It is power itself." This time the messenger answered quickly.
Law is power, and mystery is power. Uriel tried his best to digest the new things, feeling like he was swallowing acorn paste raw. "What is the power?"
"It...can be anything." The messenger frowned. His fingers moved and rotated the silver ring. "Mystery is the unknown, manifested in abnormalities." This behavior seemed to speed up his thinking.
"So, the law is order, and violating the law is an abnormality?" Uriel understood. The logic inside is actually not complicated: normal performance is the order of the world, which is called a law; abnormalities have no explanation and are unknowable, so they are classified as mysterious.
Take the frost that appears around the messenger as an example. The flaming moon will not naturally form ice and snow, but he has created something that should not exist - this is an anomaly, a mystery.
Overall, aside from the "mysterious" effect, the young man seemed to have no reason for Eze to reveal his fear. He answered all Uriel's questions, and his attitude was even kind. "That's not entirely true. Because mystery also comes from laws, it is chaos arising from order, and the unknown is born from the known."
Mystery also comes from laws. If it weren't for the solemn tone of the messenger's voice, Uriel would have thought he was playing a riddle with himself: one moment he mixed up mystery and law, and the other moment he said they were actually quite distinct, two opposing statements at the same time. He admitted it. The apprentice's confusion must be reflected on his face.
"Magic is the bridge." The messenger stretched out his hand, and snow began to fall in the room.
Light hexagonal snowflakes fell on Uriel's shoulders, bringing a refreshing coolness. In the sultry scorching moon, this is definitely the most popular mysterious method.
"Magic is a naturally occurring substance that is born from laws and floats in the atmosphere. Manipulated by some unknown will, magic will form something incomprehensible - this is the birth of mystery."
"In other words, its existence is both a manifestation of order and itself brings chaos."
The apprentice's reasoning was confirmed. He began to realize that the existence of magic power was a crucial part. Without magic power, mystery would not exist, and the law would no longer be a law.
It means hope. "You...I'm talking about people in this world, can you use magic power?"
The messenger nodded.
Uriel stared at the snowflakes in the room, thinking of the hoarfrost climbing up the glass, the runes flying out of the ring, and finally the silver-grey phantom train. They don't sound true, but the apprentice can find no evidence of disproof. After all, if the trick can help him return to his original life path, he certainly admits that this trick is magic, a gift from Gaia, and a mercy from the gods. Whatever the fuck it is. "How can it be done?"
"Tinder"
Ice flowers climbed silently on the glass, and the lines condensed into a word. After the headless man proposed the bridge, he never spoke again.
"Tinder...what is that?"
The words changed: "Soul Flame"
"Soul Flame?" Uriel felt that it was stupid to explain an unfamiliar word with another unheard term.
"You have no common sense at all"
"What kind of common sense is this?" the apprentice muttered, and suddenly found that after changing the conversation method, the tone of the text also changed. He realized that this was a conversation with another person: "Who are you?"
"Soren Gerson. Produced by the Chloe branch of the Ratliff Arms chain store, Night Whisper series, Ring category, No. 741』
"Hello, young and ignorant human being. I will consider imparting a little bit of knowledge to you so that you will not be regarded as a retarded person in this world.」
A large piece of text appeared on the glass. Uriel couldn't help but take a half step back. He remembered the word that the headless man called before, and that eighty percent was calling his ring. Needless to say, it is also a mysterious creature and seems to have some experience in explaining it.
The ring continued: "The soul is a product of the law. When it establishes a connection with the magic of the outside world, the mystery will be revealed in the form of magic." 』
"How to establish contact?" Uriel's voice sounded very urgent.
"combustion"
Soul flame...fire...burning? The apprentice blinked, suspecting that the scary word was an auditory hallucination.
"This is Knox's order"
Knox's order. Uriel already knew that the world was called Knox, but he didn't know what he was going to say. Gaia, this is really appalling.
He looked at the handwriting on the glass, the frost reflecting the glimmer. The order and laws of the world are too far away for Uriel to establish concepts. Should I take the words of the messenger and Sauron literally? Or do you believe they have hidden meanings? Forget it, there's no need to care about this. Uriel only cares about one thing: "It's...dangerous?"
"You can try lighting something else on your body. Although "burning" is just a description, in terms of danger, there is not much difference in human's perception of risks between the two.』
Hope broken. Uriel backed down. Going home is just a form of wish. If he has to die to achieve it, maybe trying to live in the new world is what he should do. After all, his purpose in returning home was just that the original world was more suitable for him to survive. Looks like I'll have to think carefully.
"Do you know about the Cloud Train?" Finally, Uriel couldn't help but ask.
"That's not a train." The messenger turned his head, "That's a natural phenomenon."
