"What is magic?" asked Aresta rhetorically.

"In my current experience, it should be interaction with the spirit of the world. "White River Channel.

"Where does the spirit of the world come from? "Outside the room was the balcony on the second floor of the villa, and the church that had besieged it not long ago didn't seem to know that when they stood at the door of the villa, they were less than ten meters away from the true distance of the greatest heresy.

Aresta leaned on the balcony, looking at the empty plain at his feet, and at the stars in the sky, and finally his eyes fell on his own hand, as if to say to himself: "I have researched the source of all the magic in the world, and I have personally summoned gods and demons, and if there is consciousness in the world, then it should be possible to find something from these transcendent things." ”

"Didn't find it?" Shirakawa was a little surprised, he could naturally understand what Aresta was looking for.

However, he was not too surprised, the study of magic and the objective existence of the 'spirit', in the end inevitably to find the 'absolute spirit', this is the inevitable development of idealism to a certain extent.

This is not something that can be justified by science, if magic is real in a certain world, the rules derived from it will inevitably give birth to such a thing.

This Aresta is looking for the real 'God'.

It is not the real God who is attached to the Godhead, who has the power to have access.

It's the untouchable, ubiquitous, omniscient, all-powerful, all-determining being.

"yes, I didn't find it. Aresta sighed a little frustrated, "The more I studied magic, the more confusing I became, 'they' were originally written in various legends and magic books, but I was never sure if humans saw them or invented them.

So many myths, so many things, the power of magic tells us that they are all real, but with magic, it is impossible to go beyond their 'existence' and find their roots. ”

"This is the upper limit of magic. He muttered, "It doesn't explain this contradiction, it doesn't reveal the reality of 'it', and the 'God' I summoned is not the God I want to see." ”

"If magic is merely an illusion produced by human civilization and consciousness under the guidance of 'it'. Aresta shook her head: "If you want to find the omniscient and all-powerful existence through magic, most of the things you will find in the end are illusions, even if there are some real things hidden in them, we who live in illusions cannot recognize them." ”

"So you're going to look for another path. ”

"Yes. Aresta nodded.

"Did you find it?" Bai He lit another pot of cigarettes and swallowed the clouds.

Aresta shook her head, nodded again, and remained silent as she looked at the mushroom cloud frozen on the holographic screen.

"You know this thing?"

"About a year ago, I heard about the hypothesis in a physics public class, in Cambridge. ”

"You're going to Cambridge for a physics class?" said Shirakawa in surprise.

"Yes, I've been in Cambridge Medical School incognito for the past five years, and in order to confuse the public, I have also published a tarot card play manual in the United States. Aresta smiled bitterly, "If I hadn't been suddenly discovered by the necessary evil, I would have been defending my doctoral dissertation at this time." ”

"Then should I call you Dr. Crowley?" Bai He turned off the projector: "Please don't worry too much, this thing appeared in this world by accident, and of course my appearance was also an accident." ”

"And why did you accidentally appear here?" Aresta turned and asked bluntly, "gods or demons, or some indescribable transcendent? I have been to the world of angels and demons, and you don't seem like a resident of these places. ”

"You can think of a traveler who has been lost on the path of life, thinking about similar questions as you. Bai He smiled, invisible pressure colliding in the air, and he looked at the man who 'claimedly' abandoned magic but was ready to release all his power at any time: "So you chose science?"

"Nope. Aresta shook her head solemnly, "Compared to magic, 'science' can also be an illusion. ”

"You don't even believe in science?" Bai He looked strange.

"It's just that science looks least like an illusion than the myths and legends, and I don't know if it will get me there. Aresta closed her eyes: "Just the morning before I was hunted down by the Puritans, I was still confused by this. ”

This is also an Aresta who is lost in the path of life.

Bai He wanted to laugh secretly, but he couldn't laugh at all.

He looked at this guy, and finally barely suppressed the thoughts in his head: "As you can see, I'm also busy, for this world, I'm not going to do anything, that nuclear bomb happened because of your appearance, if your injuries are no longer serious, you can decide what to do next." ”

"I still want to thank you for your help, and I will remember it, but I must remind you. Aresta raised a finger: "When that atomic bomb exploded, you had become the focus of this world, you may not know the situation in this world now, but I can say with certainty that ordinary people, scientists, military and people on the magic side are looking for you now, and even the priority is far above mine." ”

"Looks like I'm good at pulling hatred, but can they really find me without you here?" Shirakawa glanced at the large tooth marks on Aresta's legs.

"Looks like you're getting under the strings. Aresta looked at the 'Mark of Garm' on his lap and smiled bitterly, "Well, it's really time for me to leave." ”

"Wait a minute, would you mind telling us about your plans?" Shirakawa asked suddenly.

"According to the original plan, I should visit someone in Germany, and this person is probably the only person in the world who will give me some useful inspiration. Aresta glanced at Shirakawa and seemed to have a whim: "You said you have a similar problem to me, and if you are not afraid to take a little risk, you may be able to go to him and look for revelations." ”

"Hmm, who's the person you're looking for?"

"The wisest Puritans of three centuries, the last true saints. Aresta Crowley said, a slight look of adoration on his face.

"The Puritans are chasing you all over the world, and you actually want to visit this character who has a lot to do with Puritanism as soon as you hear it, it seems that you are not afraid of death for the truth. ”

"The Puritans are not necessarily Puritans, and although this 'saint' is not condemned as a heretic, he is a 'forbidden person' judged by both the church and the magical side. Aresta said, "Any magician or cultist who wants to see this person will be judged as a heretic. ”

"The more confusing it sounds. Bai He shook his head: "That's why you were chased and cut down?"

"As a representative of the magic side, it is the greatest blasphemy to want to visit this person. Aresta laughed self-deprecatingly, "All the magicians who have visited this man in the past century have all betrayed the Society and the Church without exception. ”

"This ...... How could the church let such a big source of spiritual pollution live, and still call him a saint?" Bai He's thinking was a little unturned: "Is it my brain that is pumped or is it the collective essence of the magicians of this world?"

"Of course he was a saint, he saved the church when it was in its most perilous, and the books you have by your bedside are still in them, but the church has a love-hate view of this book. Aresta looked at the stack of philosophical books on the head of the white river's bed.

Putting down the most cutting-edge magic research, Baihe's current house dragon is probably left to study these things in addition to flirting with various female creatures every day, and in any world, the largest group of people with open brains except for neuropathy is philosophers.

Through these brainstorms' views of the world, Shirakawa can sometimes get all kinds of magical inspirations, and also make him deeply reflect on his spirit of secondary two.

The result is a more secondary two.

He left a vacancy for God, but he believed that man could not prove his existence, and he proved the formation of the solar system with scientific research, but he was a devout believer who believed that knowledge came from himself, but believed that the end of the world was a contradiction between the finite and the infinite. He is a scientist and an ethicist......"

"He recreated the whole world with the will of the 'self,' and at that time he was the closest man to the gods in the world," said Aresta in a tone of sigh and praise. ”

"Wait. Bai He raised his hand: "If I am not mistaken, you said that this gentleman should have been dead for one hundred and forty years." ”

"It's just that he hasn't been in the world for a hundred and forty years, and that doesn't mean death, or rather, that he still exists. ”

Aresta sighed, her expression returning from her trance: "I'm going to visit him, and I want to know if I can give me an answer to his 'mind' that has been closed by the church and almost all magicians after observing this world for two centuries." ”

"Interesting, the idea is blowing to the ground. Bai He put down his pipe, and an interested smile appeared on his face: "It just so happens that I also have some questions that I would like to communicate with a truly wise person, where does he live?

"It's also not there. Aresta shook her head: "His abode is at the intersection of night and white, at the edge of the realm of man and god, in the eternal darkness of the heavenly light, and he is the only light between the stars. ”

"Tsk ~ meat hemp. Bai He scoffed: "I'm sure this propaganda is not his own handiwork." ”

It is a metaphor left by a traitor, and perhaps we can find his abode based on this short poem. ”

Bai He was surprised: "You went to him without even inquiring about the road?"

"The path of betrayal often has to be found by oneself, and 'depravity' is not to fall if you want to fall, let alone to find the truth?" Aresta chuckled, fastened his belt, covered his short body with a long trench coat, and put on a huge hood.

Bai He looked at the demeanor of this guy when he walked, and felt that it was not for nothing that this was finally turned into a, but after the thought turned around in his mind, he suddenly realized that this guy with a small tender face was almost seventy years old.

This guy is not only base, but also an old immortal who pretends to be young.