"This is a secret, Weinerson. When you are confused about something, put on these glasses, and maybe you will get the answer you want." Avril said with bright eyes.
Weinerson did not refuse the beautiful lady's kindness. He looked closely at the glasses. After looking at them carefully, he smiled and said:
"Thank you. It will be my turn to give you a gift next time we meet."
Without waiting for Avril to say anything else, he pointed at the glasses and said:
"Think of it as a gift in return. As a gentleman, you can't always accept gifts from ladies, and you have to return gifts occasionally."
"Okay, but can I choose the type of gift I want?"
"Of course!" Weinerson put away his glasses and nodded with a relaxed expression.
"That's great...Oh, no, I mean, it's great!" Weier's expression was as usual, but the corners of her mouth were raised a bit.
"As long as it's within my ability."
As a Sequence 3 mathematician who can borrow secret power at any time, isn't it a matter of picking out a little girl's favorite gift?
Avril's chin was slightly raised and her eyes were slightly bent, "What were you thinking about just now?"
"No, no." Weinerson chuckled and coughed, "Is it so obvious?"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly calmed down, and Avril's light-like voice sounded faintly:
"The corner of your mouth just now was almost split to the base of your ear."
Ear base...
Weinerson smiled awkwardly, and just when he was about to forcefully explain, his head suddenly hit hard, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks could be heard in his ears. At the same time, there was also the prayer of Destiny Link.
"The ancient domination sleeping in R'lyeh City..."
"Your mysterious master above all taboos..."
"The eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
...
"I pray to you!"
"Please give me strength!"
"Great Lord R'lyeh, please pass your power to me through the Miracle Flower..."
"Mysterious grass, a herb that belongs to the forbidden realm, please pass on your power to me..."
"Sleepweed, an herb belonging to the realm of nightmares, please pass on your power to me..."
"Give me the power to kill strange beasts... Mr. Old, please give me the power to kill strange beasts..."
The voice was vague, distant and close, and then he quickly changed the topic:
"Sorry, Avril, I might need to go to the bathroom."
"Why did you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Aren't you good at sleeping until dawn?"
Avril was stunned, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth and suddenly said: "Go quickly, I'll go to bed first!"
"OK!"
Watching Avril walking towards the wooden bed step by step, Weinerson quickly walked into the bathroom. He grabbed the door handle and closed the door.
After sitting on the toilet and making sure that there were no unnecessary spiritual prying eyes around him, he raised his left hand and gently touched the bronze ring on his hand.
Time passed quickly, and the red moon outside the window was temporarily obscured by dark clouds. Weinerson counted the seconds silently.
three.....
two.....
one......
Suddenly, the air flowing around him began to solidify, and an ancient and indescribable force bit Wernerson's spirit and began to spread rapidly.
There was a faint sound of waves echoing in my ears, and an ethereal murmur sounded in my mind, like a cry from the abyss, itself mixed with extreme darkness and filth.
Faced with this strange situation, Weinerson was no longer as painful as the first time. He loosened his fingers with ease and let the feeling fall. In just ten seconds, everything in the bathroom disappeared and was replaced. The other ones are the huge starry sky dome, the extraordinary bonfire burning huge flames, the ancient mottled round table, and the turbulent and endless gray-white sea water.
The royal court, like a giant's residence, once again appeared in front of Weenerson's eyes. Every time he took a step, the gray-white water surrounding him would squirm a little, winding up to form an ancient gray hooded robe.
Weinerson stepped onto the bronze throne, the hem of his gray robe swaying slightly under his feet. The moment he sat down, the cold and emotionless voice of Gorot's machine sounded on time!
"Good evening, my respected and great master!"
There was a slight vibration in the ancient palace, and Weinerson suddenly felt that Gorot was becoming more and more humble.
"Connect Mr. Destiny!"
"Yes, respected master."
…………
Ottoman town, burial pits for gods, and underground caves.
In the darkness, huge blue-black vines grew intertwined together, covering the entire underground space in layers.
On one of the vines, piles of red bonfires were lit, and members of the exploration team were sitting there in twos and threes. Their arms, abdomen, and foreheads all had cuts of varying degrees.
Jack sat next to the last bonfire, suturing the wounds of the unconscious Captain Carlos, while staring nervously at the void directly in front of him. Suddenly, a crimson ball burst out in front of his eyes, and the sound of the waves ignored the layers. A layer of green vines came from the distant sky...
.........
Above the old royal court, in the grand palace, the bronze round table with tail ends is mottled and ancient.
As soon as Link appeared, Weinerson, who had already prepared his draft, said:
"Mr. Destiny, we meet again."
Here, Weinerson is blessed by the power of the old royal court, and he can clearly see the physical problems of anyone who comes here.
He looked over and saw, as expected, that the colors in the depths of the opponent's aura were chaotic and unified. This was obviously the reason for the heavy damage.
"You seem to have been hurt in some way?" Weinerson raised his hand slightly, and the bright stars on the back of the chair moved quickly, forming a gray robe that did not belong to reality.
"Relax, it's therapeutic."
"Thank you, Mr. Old One!" Link felt that the moment he put on the gray robe, his whole body felt much more comfortable, and the previous feeling of being torn apart by a sharp blade suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Tell me, what happened to you?" the old Vinassen asked with a smile on his face.
"Dear Mr. Old, can I beg you to save Captain Carlos? He, he is going to..." Link stood up excitedly. Just when he was about to speak out, he suddenly stopped. , then consciously restrained his body movements, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a calm tone:
"It's like this. Not long after the last Yantu Club gathering, we were attacked by a strange beast. It was at least a demigod. During this time, Captain Carlos was seriously injured in order to protect us. He He is about to die now. We used healing magic, but it didn’t work at all. I can only ask you to help the captain."
"Has all the magic lost its effect, or is it just the healing magic that has lost its effect?" Weinerson asked calmly.
"Only healing magic!"
Hearing Mr. Old's inquiry, Link excitedly raised his head and looked into the distance. He found that his sight was obscured by endless whirlpools, and instinctively lowered his head again.
Weinerson ignored Link's respectful attitude and turned to ask Gorot.
"Do you know what the hell this is?"
"Great Master, I roughly know what it is, but I'm not sure if it's accurate. If I can describe it in detail, I might know."
Weinerson nodded succinctly. He maintained his previous posture and said with almost no change:
"What does that strange beast look like?"
