At dusk, the city of Faslanca is bathed in a soft orange glow.
Under the setting sun, those red, purple, orange and yellow colors are intertwined together like a beautiful oil painting.
Before night fell completely, a large and small crimson moon hung on the swan curtain. On the bell tower in the distance, a flaxen owl stopped at the top of the tower, staring at a humanoid spine nailed above, letting the wind howl. And passed by, motionless as if waiting for something.
The gas street lamps on both sides of Mink Street flickered slightly, emitting a dim light.
The streets became sparse with pedestrians. Except for the occasional sound of horse-drawn carriages, the only ones left were workers who had been working hard all day. They were wearing shabby work clothes, with a hint of exhaustion and worry on their faces.
Mink Street, second floor of single-family house No. 6!
After resting for half an hour, Weinerson sat on a wooden chair, holding a white quill in his hand, looking at the bay window directly in front of him, recalling what happened throughout the day in his mind.
Besik should have been picked up by people at church headquarters by now, and he was tainted at Lexington Hospital, tainted by Eve, the King of Angels.
This mythical creature that only exists in ancient legends seems to be very far away from me, but it is actually happening around me. In any case, Irene must not be allowed to go to Lake before the reason is completely understood. Near Sington Hospital.
Thankfully, the hostile gaze in the morning has now disappeared, presumably as a result of the "cleansing" of Mr. Frank, the night watchman.
It’s really unbelievable that Mr. Frank, the generous landlord, is also one of the night watchmen. This is consistent with my previous guess. In this way, his real purpose of replacing my rental house is obvious.
When we were having dinner just now, I could vaguely feel that Eileen's emotions were getting complicated, and it was obvious that she couldn't let go of my younger brother.
After being together for so long, to be honest, I couldn’t bear to leave her sister and two brothers. Unknowingly, I have integrated into this big family and enjoy being their younger brother.
While his thoughts were swirling, Weinerson stopped the quill in his hand, looked at the diary written on it, took a long breath, tore it off and lit it. The crimson flame suddenly rose up and turned into a wisp of smoke, carrying with it Black embers drifted into the black trash can nearby intentionally or unintentionally.
"The second time I play, I hope it won't be too bad!"
He nodded invisibly, took out the silver pocket watch from his pocket, opened it with a snap, and determined the time.
"11:56..."
Weinerson no longer thought about it. He put away his pocket watch, leaned his back on the wooden chair, and chose a comfortable position. As he rubbed the bronze ring on his index finger, his eyes became abstract again.
once...
twice...
three times...
After rubbing for the third time, his body suddenly fell rapidly, as if he was sinking into the boundless ocean of oil paintings. The sound of waves hitting the rocks could be heard in his ears, but there were whispers in his heart.
Wienerson controlled himself in a meditative manner, trying not to listen.
As time went by, those murmurs and whispers receded like a tide, his body became lighter, his spirit became lighter, and everything became erratic.
A huge burning bonfire appeared in his sight, and the endless gray-white sea water rippled gently. The surrounding shining light spots were far or near, like eyes hidden in the Milky Way.
In Raleye City, above the old royal court, the majestic royal court, like the residence of a giant, still stands and has existed here for millions of years.
Weinerson looked at the bronze throne on his back. The gray-white sea water slowly climbed up and turned into a black hooded robe, covering his whole body, looking like an ancient creature.
"Honored, Most High Master, your humble, insignificant servant Gorod is at your service."
As expected of you, Grote! It never takes more than three seconds each time, your punctuality amazes me!
"Start dreaming!"
Without too much preparation, Weinerson directly stretched out his right hand, touched the bonfire, and formed an invisible connection in the red flames, connecting the two white dots.
.........
Storm-swept Black Forest Islands, Gresham, Poseidon Church.
Jack D. Sparrow locked himself in the living room in the backyard of the church. He sat at the wooden table, with a wall lamp emitting dim yellow light above his head. A copper pocket watch had been spread out on the table, and the hands were clicking. walking.
"The light of Poseidon shrouds the entire church, including here. I wonder if Mr. 'Old Days' can really..."
Before he finished speaking, the hour, minute, and second hands on the pocket watch had just pointed to the correct position when Jack suddenly heard the sound of rough waves in his ears.
He frowned tightly. When he came back to his senses, there were no wooden tables, walls or other things in front of him anymore. Instead, there were layers of gray sea water...
...........
Hutton Mar, Castledon.
Lilith Moore slept on a camphor wood bed with exquisite Baroque carvings. She leaned on a velvet pillow made of lace, her eyes fixed on the gold pocket watch in her hand, her ruby eyes blinked, waiting for the pointer to turn. Return to unity at 12 o'clock.
"coming!"
Her delicate cheeks were immediately filled with a touch of fanaticism. When the second hand pointed to 12 o'clock, the sound of waves hitting the rocks erupted, and the gray-white seawater set off wild waves in front of her eyes...
.........
Above the old royal court, in the ancient majestic palace, a round bronze table surrounds a bonfire, and its shadows are dimly reflected in the red firelight, reflecting the ancient scenery.
As soon as Lilith Moore's figure appeared, her spiritual power rushed over. She unexpectedly found that the other party's spiritual body had become different. Silks of spiritual power were mixed in, and occasionally leaked out. This was a person who had just touched the extraordinary and became a priest. One of the performances.
She becomes a priest?
Weinerson looked away and suddenly noticed a new change in the pattern on the back of Miss Princess's gray robe.
Directly under the Hidden Eye and Twisted Tentacles, the gray-white seawater squirmed quickly, re-forming a new illusory symbol.
"Water soul!"
The symbol that symbolizes the "water soul"!
Weinerson was already familiar with all kinds of initial blasphemy cards, and it was not difficult to understand the symbols on them.
It turns out that the "Princess Princess" touched the 'Water Soul' card. I remember that this kind of card can induce various supernatural powers, and it also has certain powers of observation. I didn't know that this kind of observation power could be used in the old royal court. How much?
Forget it, no matter how much it is, I have to perform it carefully in the future to avoid any flaws being discovered and exposing me as a fake ancient existence.
Weinerson secretly calmed down, and as before, he crossed his hands and put them on his chin, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations, Miss 'Princess', you have become a priest through extraordinary touch."
Lilith and Jack were startled at the same time. Can he directly see through the extraordinary body?
Generally speaking, unless it is deliberately performed, or it has reached a high sequence level and has a very strong sense of oppression, it will be difficult to see through it in a low sequence.
"Congratulations on successfully joining the ranks of clergy, faster than I thought." Jack D. Sparrow said calmly.
Lilith stood up, raised the hem of her black robe, smiled and bowed:
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Old Times, thank you Mr. Deep Sea."
Jack nodded slightly, and after a few seconds, he turned his gaze to Mr. Old, sitting leisurely on the bronze throne at the top of Ouroboros.
Is Mr. "Old Day" waiting for something?
At the same time, Lilith also cast her gaze upwards, looking at the old man enveloped in gray-white water, and had the same thought as Jack in her heart.
Weinerson knew what the two members were thinking. He spread his palms and said with a smile:
"Ma'am, sir, please wait a moment. The new member will need to wait a moment."
"new member?"
Lilith was surprised at first. They had just joined the Yantu Club. This was only the second gathering, but a new member came?
"Deep Sea" Jack also nodded secretly, becoming curious about Mr. Old's sudden recruitment of a new member.
He must be a lucky guy who possesses ancient relics, but being favored by a big shot like Mr. Past may have hidden a lot of secrets.
"Haha, let's show up!" Weinersen said in a rather stiletto-like manner. Immediately, he touched his palm, and the red flames on the bonfire suddenly rose. In the firelight, they saw a thick ancient stone door. A gap was blown open by the hurricane.
.........
High on the mountain, there is an ethereal city.
Ancient stone walls engraved with mysterious runes and patterns surround the entire gray-white town. On the streets paved with white salt stones, exploration teams in groups of three or two sit around the stone piers, holding bows and arrows or long swords. , discussing the next exploration time.
boom--
A bolt of silver lightning fell, followed by a huge roar.
Link's eyes flashed, and he vaguely heard the sound of water lapping against the stones, and within his sight were endless gray and white ripples.
"Ganon's power has increased again. Six hours ago, I heard that only one person from the former exploration team returned."
"What are you afraid of? We have Master Link here. Don't forget that in the Lord's prophecy, the brave man who pulls out the Master Sword will eventually kill Ganon."
"Haha, yes, yes, we have Lord Link here."
"Hey, where is Master Link?"
"Lord Link, disappeared..."
Members of the exploration team, you look at me, I look at you, and you didn’t notice at all that Link, who was sitting next to you just now, had disappeared, leaving only an empty stone pier...
.........
The rippling gray, deserted and quiet ancient palace appeared in his eyes again, and the man sitting upright, surrounded by the rich sea water, slowly emerged from the past.
Weinerson looked at Link's figure, and he nodded slightly and invisibly.
It comes and goes as soon as you call it. Strictly speaking, this can be regarded as the casual expression described in Shuangwen novels, right? Or can it be said that it is the big boss behind the scenes? .
"Destiny, we meet again." He said with a smile in mountain dialect.
Link looked down at his gradually solidifying arms, once again shocked by everything that happened. He lowered his head and said respectfully:
"Hello, Mr. Old Times."
Mr. Old Time and what are he talking about?
Lilith and Jack asked in confusion at the same time. To them, Mr. Old One actually spoke a language that did not belong to any country in the northern and southern continents to the new members not far away, and the root words sounded extremely obscure and ancient. Big Runic, Ancient Hermetic!
