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"Can you recall anything?"

There seemed to be more pedestrians on the street than there had been yesterday, and Eberner's words were barely audible in the crowd. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He said he didn't remember anything. Clinos replied to the crowd of passers-by, these people don't know what they are doing in a hurry, could it be that someone is going to be burned in the square?

"It's a shame that what you're doing doesn't seem to be working. Serena said coolly.

Klinus glanced at Serena with deep meaning, and Serena turned her reproachful gaze at Ogst.

"Well, though, Isaac's correction system in his head has been suppressed. In the future, there will be time for him to slowly recall his banned memories. Isn't it, Isaac?" Clinos turned his head to find that Isaac didn't know where to go.

There are a lot of people coming and going on this main road, and many of them are heading for the Kamiya Cathedral, a landmark here.

"Did he be swept away by the crowd?" Eberner guessed.

"He's a synth, not a fool. Clinos said, "There must be something that interests him and he is attracted to it, and spirits do it." ”

A few people turned around and searched along the road, but fortunately, Isaac's special synthetic characteristics made it possible to find him from the vast sea of people with some simple magic.

Isaac walked among the scurrying heads, pushing them away and squeezing them to the front.

The crowd gathered in front of the Cathedral of the House of the Gods, and it filled most of the square. During the civil war, it was used as a battlefield for several large-scale battles, and it was enough to stand up to 800,000 people. It is said that when the church was planned more than 1,000 years ago, it was intended to be a place to house all human beings and to convey oracles to them, so it also has the catchy name "Eaves of God".

Speaking of which, the only one who wants to make the Tur and the Rant, who are now incompatible, stand together, is this eaves of the gods.

"I'm afraid I can't remember what day it is, who reminded me?" Serena looked at the heads of half of the square in amazement, and several people were still moving forward at a rapid pace.

"It is rumored that at the end of the year, the Archbishop revealed the final oracle. August said.

"The last time they said the end of the world was four years ago, and nothing happened. Clinos quipped, "What happened to be true, is that some people gave all their gold to the church in preparation for their end." ”

"Maybe this time will be different?" said Auguste, "they say this is the last true scroll left by a prophet in human history, a prophecy handed down from the Elven Age." ”

"I'm pretty sure this time was different. Clinos said, "Nothing is the same...... At the same time, everything is cookie-cutter. ”

A priest walked out of the spectacular church with a sealed scroll in his hand, faded and yellowed by age, reminding Clinois of a letter left by his father. The ribbon that binds the scroll is loosely attached to it, but there is no doubt that it is magical.

The words on the ribbon that had lost their vitality glowed white as the priest stepped out of the shadows. The color tells Clinos that this is a profound magic, a magic that has been maintained from the Elven Age to the present.

The priest began to speak at a crystal handed by the priest, a magic that amplified the sound enough to make what he said known to everyone under the eaves.

"After the dust of 1233, the last oracle of the great prophet Fissidorf is about to be revealed. The priest spoke, holding up the scroll to show everyone that it was a real guy who had not been opened.

After a lot of effort, Klinos finally chased Isaac to the front of the crowd.

Isaac didn't dare to rush to the steps of the priest's speech, but it was almost there. He looked at the scroll with glowing eyes, his right hand slightly outstretched to grasp the scroll that stood tall in the air.

The crowd fell silent at once, and everyone prayed to the scroll with the oracle written on it. The last time the scroll of Fercidor, the Prophet was opened, it pointed to the savior who saved humanity from the enslavement of the elves, and even if the credit was forged, it had made many warnings, but none of them had been heeded. Many believers believe that this is God's oracle to mankind, designed to be admonished at different times. Acting firmly on the above word can help humanity through all difficulties.

The last oracle scroll in the world was the one in the priest's hand.

Its girdle is arguably the earliest form of letter poke magic, and it can only be unbroken by the scorching fire of a certain age. Otherwise, all the words on it will disappear.

From a distance, Klinos could feel the magical energy of the Oracle Scroll. It's not so much a scroll as a monster that has accumulated power for thousands of years. Powerful arcane energy radiates in all directions, stronger than the midday sun.

For spirits, this kind of thing is an irresistible bait.

"Isaac!" everyone was praying, so Klinos's voice was easily heard.

"Klinos~ Did you see that?" Isaac didn't turn his head, turning his fingers as if trying to bring it into his palm.

Clinos walked over to him, trying to wake him up, "That thing looks like a big cake, isn't it?" he tugged Isaac on the shoulder, "If you want to eat it, I'd advise you to dismiss it." ”

"Cake?" Isaac said to Clinos, "that scroll is not a cake, it is the future!"

"Future?" Clinos knew that spirits never talk nonsense, and in other cases you need to condense the number of words you hear, but to communicate with spirits you need to think carefully about each word, "What future?"

"Your future, Mr. Clinos. "It's your future, your past, your present," Isaac described. ”

Hearing him say this, Clinos was even more puzzled by this oracle scroll.