In the majestic royal court that looks like a giant's residence, a huge bonfire made of extraordinary materials is burning quietly.
Weinerson looked straight ahead, as if he had just woken up. The starry sky dome held up by the Optimus Pillar above flashed rapidly, and the sea water continued to gather under his feet. A black and intricate hooded gray robe quickly formed on the surface of his body.
"Dear, great master, are you back?"
It was still the same as before. As soon as Weinerson arrived at the Old King's Court, the respectful greetings of Grot from the Deep Diving Abyss popped up in his mind.
This guy was really on time. He hurriedly offered humble greetings as soon as I came up. This attitude made me embarrassed to ask him questions.
Weinerson nodded slightly, staring at the bonfire in front of him, with his fingers crossed and resting lightly on his chin, he asked casually:
"Grot, I need to ask you something. I have been hearing intermittent and indistinct sounds for a while. Why is this?"
"Prayers, supreme master, what you hear are exactly the prayers of believers when they pray to you. He is begging for your protection and your coming!"
A cold voice came from his mind, and Weinerson was stunned, suddenly confused as to what Gorot meant.
Someone is praying to me... to Mr. "Old Days"?
No, I have only been using this vest for a few days. How could anyone know about the existence of Mr. Old?
Wait... could it be Miss Princess or Mr. Deep Sea?
It should be impossible. They are all from Ghent, and they are very aware of the laws and terms of the kingdom. If they are privately spreading and promoting non-four orthodox gods, they will definitely be sent to the guillotine if they are caught.
Golot once said, when I was sleeping...when the previous Lord of the Old Royal Court was sleeping, he left many anchors in the world. Could it be said that someone has the left-over anchors? As the current Old King, I Why can the Lord of the Japanese Court hear their prayers?
As his thoughts whirled, Weinerson suddenly felt like he had become a receiver.
Isn't this a bit too much? I'm not the sleeping old master before. Why did the anchor he left behind reach my ears?
Weinerson sat at the head of the round table, thought silently for a moment, and finally asked:
"Grot, is it true that as long as I open the Door of Jesus, I can hear the specific voice of prayer and see the true picture of prayer?"
"Yes, great master, the Door of Yes is your door to the Kingdom of God. Whether it is a sacrifice or a gift, even if it is projecting oneself to a corner of the world, it can be done through the Door of Yes."
After hearing Golot's affirmative answer, Weinerson had some understanding. Relying on his connection with the old royal court, he turned his gaze to a corner that he usually didn't pay much attention to, and saw the twinkling expansion. Shrinking spots of light.
"It's right. Should I go directly to Hou Meng?" He was just about to connect the light spot, but he stopped again when he raised his hand halfway.
No, I was too reckless just now. I still don’t know who made this begging voice. If it is some extraordinary boss, once I pull him up, my old persona will be in vain.
To be on the safe side, I'd better take a peek at the situation instead of creating a new Hou Meng, and wait until I'm sure there's no problem.
Weinerson muttered a few words, and then in the midst of peace and death, he flicked his wrist, and the violent storm blew, prying open a crack in the extremely thick bronze door.
Under the illumination of the extraordinary bonfire, a scene that does not belong to this era slowly emerged from the red flames.
In the quaint and dim hall, gray candles hang from the huge dome, and brilliant lights flash through the windows from time to time, making it look very dreamy.
At this time, a black-haired boy was kneeling on the ground, praying to a vague statue composed of an octopus and a giant dragon.
The young man was wearing a weird patterned close-fitting leather armor, which was completely different from the popular trends in the Kingdom of Ghent, and also different from the traditional foreign costumes recorded in Jason's diary, such as Zambia, Tudor, and Florence. There were differences between the two. Obviously a big difference.
This scene has a sense of déjà vu from playing a fantasy RPG game in a previous life, similar to the scene where the protagonist is praying for strength in the church of a kingdom city-state when fighting a boss.
But his expression was very painful. Why did he show pain when praying?
Is it because of illness, or because...ah, this statue...is me?
Weinerson subconsciously made a sound of surprise. His eyes suddenly widened and he quickly looked at the bronze ring on his left hand. The embossed pattern on it was exactly the same as the statue and architecture, without any deviation.
Why is my statue in that place? Weinerson was suddenly confused. Pictures kept flashing in his mind. Whether it was the memory of the previous owner or the memory of the current soul replacement, he couldn't find anything similar at all.
This ring traveled with me and could never have belonged to this world. Its symbolic meaning points to me. I can guarantee this.
While his thoughts were in confusion, the picture presented in the campfire changed again.
The young man with his hands clasped against his forehead suddenly stood up, quickly pulled out the huge broadsword stuck on the ground and hid it behind his back. He tried his best to shake his head, and a sound similar to rejection lingered in Weinerson's ears.
What is he saying?
Weinerson leaned in and listened carefully, listening several times in a row, and finally discovered a very embarrassing problem for him, that is, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying!
What language is spoken? It seems to be more difficult to pronounce than Ancient Rune and Ancient Hermes, and I can't understand it at all.
Weinerson listened unbelievingly for a while, until he was sure that it was an unfamiliar language that he had never been exposed to before. He sighed helplessly, and then shouted in his heart:
"Grot!"
When in doubt, just call Grote. This is the method that Weinersen summed up. He believed that his humble servant, who had never shown up, should know something.
"My great, supreme, and heroic master, just ask, Gorot will serve you." A cold voice came immediately, sounding very cheerful.
To be honest, you don't need to use so many suffixes, and I won't blame you.
"Can you understand what he's saying?"
"Of course Master, he speaks Gaoshan dialect, a language you once invented."
A language I invented?
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed from the bottom of his heart, and Weinerson stood stunned on the bronze throne.
Can’t you understand the language you invented? Regardless of whether it is true or not, if this spreads out and people know about it, it will definitely become a topic of conversation after dinner. And according to the current news transmission rate, although it is slow but lasting, I am afraid it will spread for an era or several eras.
There must be something wrong somewhere, how could I invent this language, Gaoshan dialect, it is quite ancient just from the title.
As he was thinking about it, this sentence came to his mind inexplicably:
There are mountains above the continent, and darkness beneath the ocean...
