The warm sunshine at noon shines through the glass windows, which is a bit dazzling. Compared with the cold winter in other cities, there is a big contrast.
Although there is no separate bathroom in Frank's apartment, and there are no public gas street lights in the corridor, fortunately, the rented room has good lighting.
“Congratulations to Erin for finding such a great townhouse rental.”
Weinerson was enjoying the wonderful afternoon sunshine while drinking tea comfortably. Although there were only two pieces of the poorest quality tea leaves on the market, this did not hinder the fragrance from the tea cup at all.
"Without a mobile phone or computer, I can only pass the time by reading books."
He looked at the pile of books neatly stacked on the long table. At the top was a thread-bound diary with yellowing skin and rough pages, which Jason had left behind.
Weinerson reached for a diary and opened the page he had recently read.
"On March 28, Mr. Wilmarth's letter finally arrived. He hoped to cooperate with me and believed that our own research on the black sun should be of great help to each other. However, he also reminded me that getting that After a black stone, my situation will no longer be safe? Damn it, this is nonsense. I am Jason, who is not a famous archaeologist, how can I be afraid of a black stone? "
"May 1st, I haven't written a diary for a whole month. I chose today because today is Labor Day in our world. I admit that I have worked personally, but I can't help it because I can't hire servants. This It's all because of that damn monster that tries to get close to my house every night, so the three tall pit bulls I raise will continue to bark in the evening. Fortunately, dear Alice is not at home during this time. Otherwise she would be driven crazy."
Wait... hired servants? Raising a tall Pitbull? Why don't you raise three of them?
When Weinerson saw this page of the diary, he was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.
In the memory of the original owner, hiring servants was a configuration of a middle-class family, and the high-pitched dog was a unique plaything of the upper-class nobles.
Last year, the Kingdom of Ghent enacted a law on the breeding of imported pets, including high-pitched dogs.
It was a purebred hound that was active on the Zhanbaiting Plateau. The average price of each pup ranged from 350 gold pounds to 750 gold pounds. If it was a competition-level dog, the price would only be even higher.
On average, the total value of 3 hounds is at least 1,500 pounds. Oh my god, when did Jason's father become so rich?
"On May 7th, the monster has disappeared. I am very sure that it was caused by the black stone. There seems to be some hidden relationship between the black stone and the black sun, but the sun above our heads is not black either. Maybe there is something in between. There’s something I don’t know about.”
"On May 15th, Charles, the bastard, finally came back from there. As soon as we met, he came to me for a drink and said that he knew about the problem about Black Stone. I had no choice but to get him drunk and talk to him. But I described it to him. I am very interested in the 'old days', which is something that even the gods may not know."
"On May 16th, after drinking for a day, I vaguely understood the function of this black stone. I didn't expect it to come from that place. It was really scary. I originally thought that the starry sky was above the continent and the center of the earth was below the ocean. As a result, my knowledge and knowledge are still shallow. This place is different from the earth. There are mountains above the continent, and there is darkness under the ocean, endless darkness..."
"On May 18th, the following content involves secrets. As expected, it has been contaminated. I can only use extraordinary power to seal the following content. Finally, I would like to give you a word of advice. Sequence Pathway 9 Spiritual Master may be a good choice. The powerful spirit The power can ensure that you will not be so easily contaminated and out of control in subsequent readings..."
No...no more?
Weinerson hurriedly looked through the subsequent contents, but the yellowed diary seemed to be stuck with something and could not be opened.
What is it that there are mountains above the continent and darkness below the ocean? Including nouns such as old days, pollution, etc... Weinerson felt that he had broken into a world that was more mysterious than the supernatural.
Jason is a clergyman with extraordinary abilities. Not surprisingly, he should be a high-sequence one.
But he should be very rich in middle age, right? He can even raise three hounds, but why are his descendants, Eileen, Mies, Gropius, and the original owner Vinerson so poor?
There must be some secret hidden in it. Maybe it is recorded in the diary later, but I am just an ordinary person now and don't have extraordinary abilities. I can't open it at all, and I can't see the follow-up.
As his thoughts were spinning, Weinerson was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something. He lowered his gaze to the index finger of his left hand. The bright sunlight filtered through the glass window, casting a thin golden glow on the bronze ring.
Maybe I can try it again, maybe there will be a surprise...
Taking a deep breath, Weinerson stood up and walked to the center of the room. He calmed down for a few minutes before solemnly stretching out his right hand and stroking the bronze ring.
one time!
Twice!
Three times!
The ring finger of his right hand had just rubbed it for the third time when suddenly the bright sunlight in front of him was replaced by gray sea water. At the same time, his ears once again heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks, as well as the illusive and overlapping murmurs in his mind.
Weinerson tried hard to control his body and soul. He clearly didn't understand what the whispering was saying, but he still couldn't help but listen and distinguish it.
Then his head started to hurt again, as intense as if a steel cone had been inserted and stirred.
Weinerson felt his adrenaline soaring, countless almost invisible figures sinking "downward", and even his thoughts were tinged with psychedelic colors.
"Second time, second time experiencing this pain, why, why!!!"
The murmurs overlapped one after another, and he could no longer bear it. Just when his spirit was about to be torn into pieces, countless illusory overlapping murmurs receded, and the surroundings became very quiet, unusually peaceful.
"Is it finally here?"
His body was wrapped in coldness, and Weinerson was currently sitting on an ancient, thick bronze throne.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the majestic and towering palace was reflected in front of him. Above him was the starry sky dome held up by the giant pillars. Under his feet were the endless squirming gray-white sea water and twinkling light spots.
"Dear, great master, are you back?"
Just like last time, as soon as Weinerson arrived at this mysterious royal court, such a humble voice came into his mind.
Weinerson, who had been prepared for a long time, did not show the panic he had last night this time. He organized his words carefully and asked:
"Gorod of the Deep Diving Abyss, I have a question that I need you to answer!"
"My great, supreme and supreme master, please never use the root word 'please'. It is my honor to answer your questions!" The cold voice continued to come from my mind.
Sure enough, I can control this space, and this Gorot of the Deep Diving Abyss regards me as his master.
"Grot, how do you touch the supernatural and become a priest?"
"The necessary condition for touching the extraordinary and becoming a priest is profane cards. Different ways of profane cards contain different extraordinary powers. This requires finding extraordinary materials, and then drawing the cards according to priority, just like mixing potions."
Looking for otherworldly materials to draw profane playing cards?
It was previously recorded in Jason's diary that every piece of material represented extraordinary creatures. Since the Fourth Age, the population of these creatures has decreased rapidly, and some species have even become extinct.
Legendary mythical creatures such as flying dragons, sea sharks, and white candles have not been seen in person for thousands of years, and they only exist in the mythological creation records collected in libraries.
"Master, you actually kept a blasphemy card before you fell asleep. Do you need me to call it out?"
Blaspheming playing cards? Sacrilege card saved before slumber?
Is it true or false, or do you think it comes to you?
Weinerson's eyes were slightly dull, and he did not expect that there was a blasphemy card hidden in this mysterious space, a blasphemy card that could give ordinary people extraordinary powers.
He nodded slightly, organized his speech and asked, "Is it the blasphemy card on that sequence path?"
"The great and supreme master is the spiritual master of sequence path 9..."
………
Florence, the Scandinavian white desert!
Dozens of strong sailors wearing sea-blue mandarin jackets and carrying steam rifles on their shoulders climbed the wooden ladders from top to bottom, stepped on the rocks, and walked cautiously towards the Black Island.
Reefs... trees... this is indeed an unknown desert island...
Jack was floating in mid-air, gray silk threads and shawl black hair tangled together in the wind, his eyes looking around the edge of this unknown island.
The mist in the mid-air is thick and dense, and countless layers of purple vines extend upward like water snakes. This not only does not make the forest and island show any signs of green life, but instead casts a somewhat eerie atmosphere on them.
"There's something not right about this place."
John Ming looked at the sailor who entered the purple vine forest, frowned slightly and muttered.
"It's so quiet!"
Jack opened his mouth, and a heavy, hoarse voice came out of his throat, with no trace of color on his rough face.
John nodded with understanding. He seemed to have guessed what his captain was thinking. It was very quiet here, not to mention the chirping of birds, not even the chirping of insects, giving people a feeling of oppressive silence.
"Captain, does the power that dominates this island change during the day and night? During the day...the day makes extraordinary species hide and wait for night?"
First Officer John Ming has explored unknown areas more than once, and he has no doubt that the difference between day and night will make some unknown areas present different conditions.
"Maybe, let's go down and have a look."
On this round, unknown island, layers of purple vines wind up and down, and some kind of mutation has appeared at the roots of most of the vines. Some places are swollen, and some are suddenly sunken. The visual effects are very strange.
The sailors explored the island from the edge. When they saw their captain flying down from the sky, they held their torches and lanterns high and waved their arms in the tangled vine forest.
