Robben tugged at the hem of his shirt uncomfortably, carefully hiding the stiffness of his movements and the embarrassment of his emotions, although the eyes of Hoden and the others did not fall on him, the insecurity of exposing his true self was still burning his skin, and his stomach was slightly spasmodic.

He tried to explain that his writing was not finished and that he needed polish next, and he tried to explain that the poem was actually born from a nightmare from which Samuel would never return...... But the words that poured into his mouth were still not able to be said after all.

"Ah...... It would be nice if we could just stay in this moment, savor afternoon tea, share our work, and the light rain outside the window never seems to stop. Raypeters lamented as he lay his hands behind his head and lazily leaned back into his seat.

Brutus smiled at Robben, "He would have jerking off like this every once in a while, which means liking your poetry." ”

Because Brutus's nonsense was so illogical that Robben couldn't hold back, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his restraint and uneasiness eased a little—this was the first time he had shown his poetry to others, and he had exhausted all his courage, and now it seemed that it was working well.

"Holden, you say, why do we need to learn to grow up?" Thunder Peters ignored the complaining Brutus and turned his head to look in the direction of the window.

Hodden was bathed in the faint light outside the window, and the contours of his face were blurred, and he could only faintly catch the light upward arc of the corners of his mouth, "Maybe it's because of ...... Time doesn't stop for anyone. ”

In the fairy tale, Peter Pan is the little prince who will never grow up, and finds the beautiful Neverland, but even Peter Pan needs to face Captain Hook, he still needs to learn to grow up and learn to grow up, and only by accepting sadness and pain, the existence of joy and happiness has meaning.

Draining.

Draining.

The sound of the drizzle outside the window is still rustling lightly, and the aroma of coffee makes the laziness and idleness of the evening spread along the limbs, and the mind and brain can't help but slow down and slowly settle, as if they can capture the footprints of time, and then secretly leave it.

"How's it going, are you ready?"

Brutus' voice broke the silence in the room, refocusing the attention of his friends, and let out a long breath, "We still have a heavy responsibility." ”

Today's gathering is not for afternoon tea and gossip.

Brutus took the initiative to cast a glance at Robben, and sure enough, he saw Robben's eyes twinkle and thanked him with a smile.

"Before we begin, Blue, can I take a look at that divination book?"

"Yes, of course. Brutus immediately stood up, rummaged through the schoolbag he was carrying, and then took out a thin book from it and handed it to Hoden, "This is the collection in my study, I don't know when I collected it, I found it when I was bored of flipping through it, I studied it with Ray a few times, but I didn't get much information from the previous divination, and it was the first time that I could see a clear picture that day." ”

It was a thin booklet with a yellowed cover, the edges of the parchment roll had been frayed, and the dark yellow and burnt yellow mottled marks could tell the passage of time, but there was nothing special about it; it was about the size of a pocket book, and it could be easily grasped in the palm of one hand, and a brief flip through it would look like a dozen or twenty pages, without much content.

This is a slight deviation from what Hoden imagined, he thought it was a tome of encyclopedia, but he didn't think it was a folk remedy that went off the rails?

Now to think back to the fact that a few of their young people dared to try a traditional way of divination, it was also bold.

There is no handwriting on the cover of the book, and when you turn the first page, you can see a line of handwriting, which is more of a notebook than a book.

"In the face of deep dreams, science is nothing more than a bunch of numbers. ”

Hoden's eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a little interest, especially for him who had received a scientific education since he was a child, which was all the more worthy of closer study - of course, as a psyker, Hoden also knew that many things in the Norsnes continent were not so simple.

But even Hodden must admit that on the earth in the 21st century, dreams are still a field that humans have not conquered, and the human brain and subconscious are still full of mystery, so can this be regarded as an unknown that science has not been able to reach?

Then I continued to put it down and flip through it, and the second page was still handwritten.

"When the stars return to their places, when the energies are balanced, the ancient ruins will surface, the seals will be lifted, and the gods will reign again. ”

"Divination from ashes, which comes from the guidance and teaching of the dreams of the gods, must be used with caution and strictly follow the iron law that divination is allowed only once a month, otherwise you will exceed the limit of your mental load, fall into unpredictable unknown fears, become seriously ill, and fall into a coma...... and even death. ”

"Warning: only believers can use it, and skeptics stop there. ”

Stars?

Relic?

Seal?

Deity?

And also...... Dreamland?

Hodden reads very carefully, even word for word

To others, this seemed to be the alarmist words of the note's master—it was clear from the reactions of Brutus and Ray Peters that they didn't really believe it, but after Hoden himself completed a divination, he realized that the problem was not so simple.

Vaguely, Holden always felt that these words were particularly important, but there were still too few clues for him to speculate further.

"No author's money?" asked Hodden, looking up.

Brutus spread his hands, "Maybe at the end, but the pages behind are missing, so I can't find the author's name." ”

Not unexpected.

"What do you mean by gods?" said Holden again with another question, "Does it mean that the gods that fell before the Cretaceous period did not disappear, but only fell asleep, and that they would reawaken as soon as certain conditions were met?" Could this be the reason why the elemental energy continued to decline, because they needed enough energy to wake up?"

Brutus didn't pay much attention to the question in the first half, and was about to join the discussion, but then when he heard the second half, his expression became playful, and even Ray Peters and Robben fell into deep thought-

"Before today, Ray and I had never thought about it from this perspective, and we both thought it was just a joke. "You know, it's to make the book look taller and add some mysterious words. "Diagram of the Great Dao of the Heavens