Chapter 135: Broken, Broken!
"What are you hitting me for, don't you know you've been losing feather powder lately?" Lukka rubbed his forehead, grabbed it from his shoulder, and threw it into the air, turning to disarm the effect of the Phantom weapon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Shut up and flapped his wings in the air a few times, trying to maintain his balance, flew to the back of the throne and stopped, rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know as much as you!"
Then, it looked down at Taylor, who was rubbing his chest, and yelled, "Old man, take us out!"
"Oh, okay. Taylor didn't care about the other party's politeness at all now, and was very talkative, holding the deer-headed armrest on the throne with both hands and bowing his head.
"You're going to sleep again......" Luca didn't finish his words, and the surrounding scene suddenly turned into countless fragments, like a teacup that fell to the ground and shattered, the crackling sound was endless, and after a dizziness, the reception room on the second floor of the Government Palace reappeared in front of his eyes.
ā...... That's it!" The last two words came out.
In front of this room, which seemed to have not changed at all, for a while, everyone didn't know what to say.
Lukka rearranged his emotions, intending to ease the atmosphere, and asked casually: "Your consciousness space won't be broken from now on, right?"
"No, it won't. But it's the first time I've ever known that there is a space like that in the human mind!" Taylor's voice was tired, "Captain Lester, I want to thank you first...... Captain Lester, what's wrong with you?"
After Lukka finished asking that sentence just now, he didn't look at Taylor at all, but squatted down on the spot, lowered his head, and kept repeating the second half of the sentence in his mouth: "Won't it be broken?
"Captain Luka, the Archon is talking to you!" Mores stood beside Luca, leaning down and nudging him lightly on the shoulder.
Luca didn't move, his mouth still muttering, "Broken!"
Several people gathered around, and even Taylor got up from his chair and walked to the side of the table to check on the situation.
On the floor in front of Luka, three shattered purple crystals lay on them. The three fragments still maintained their relative position on the staff, but there was no luster on the outside, and the dense tiny cracks finally converged into a huge crack that ran through the entire crystal. After dragging Lukka and the others into Taylor's consciousness space, the only place where the curves could be resolved, it finally shattered into three pieces overwhelmed.
"The loss is a bit big. Thea concluded, "But it's not too big, this thing was almost shattered before I was pitted by you." ā
"Well, you didn't even bother to steal it at the time. Nora nodded in agreement.
"It's almost broken into three pieces, that's a big difference, isn't it?" Lukka cautiously reached out, picked up the three pieces, and put them into the small bag hanging from his waist.
"If it's tied up with a rope, can it be improvised?" Daniel actually wanted to say that "mage things are just as fragile as mages", but after glancing at Luka's face, he temporarily changed his words.
"This staff is probably the only connection I have to the wizarding world. Lukka said with a solemn face.
A gray wing flapped down from the top of his head again: "Ungrateful bastard! What about me? Am I?
"yes, and you!" said the smile on Luka's face again, and the speed with which he recovered was truly amazing.
Shut up and fly over Ollie's shoulder, put his tail on Luca, bury his head under his wings, and refuse to say a word.
Looking at the parrot that was habitually tantrums, Lukka made a wise decision: "Leave it alone, I still haven't figured it out, Lord Taylor, what are those black and gray threads?"
Taylor walked back into his chair and sat down, took a deep breath and said, "I didn't see it in its entirety. However, I would like to share with you everything I have learned about this day. I think you've seen a lot of what I'm remembering, right?"
"Well, we already know about the broken porcelain you got that day. Say something really valuable!" Lukka sat down in the chair across from him.
Taylor gathered his thoughts and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Visibly displeased, he raised his tone and said, "I'm meeting guests, don't you know?"
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I can't stop him......" The minion's voice came from outside the door, and Lukka was immediately sure that this was the background of the vague activity.
Immediately, the wooden door was slammed open, and an old man about Taylor's age swaggered in.
"You'd better explain it to me!" he slammed a small wooden box on the table, so hard that Lukka wondered if the old metacarpal bones would break under the blow.
"Curator Werner!" only Mores stood up and bowed.
Although Lukka had not directly met the old man, he was not unfamiliar with the image of the other party, and in Taylor's memory, the other party appeared in this reception room.
Only then did Marc Werner discover that in addition to Taylor, there was also Mores and a group of people he didn't know at all. However, he was not polite to Taylor, and it was impossible to have any patience with Luca: "You guys, I'll talk about it later!"
He completely ignored Luca, directly found an empty chair and sat down, and said to Taylor: "Noah, how did you get this thing?
"Uh...... Mr. Curator," Luca said, patting him on the shoulder, "what we're going to ask seems to be the same thing. ā
Taylor nodded, "Yes, I owe it to all of you for an explanation. ā
However, Werner did not know what had happened since his departure yesterday, and Taylor briefly described what had happened to him, and then went on to explain in silence that he did not know whether he was too shocked to speak, or too busy thinking to speak:
"Those gray lines are from an ancient deity called 'Entro'. ā
"Is there such a god?" Luca had the impression that the Sunset Islands only had the belief in the three main gods, and if you count the creators who lost their godhead, there were only four, and I had never heard of this grace or anything.
He looked at Ollie and Crete suspiciously, and they both shook their heads.
"Entro, one of the two superior gods of the same level as the 'Crete the Creator', has another name in my contact this day: the 'Void One'. Taylor rubbed his temples and said that it wasn't easy to put things together in a language that Luca could understand.
"The name of the Creator is at least known to many people, and if this Entro really exists, why is it that there is no record of it in all the literature?" said Director Werner, who disagreed with Taylor's claim.
"I can probably understand the reasons for the lack of documentation. Lukka said with a soft laugh.