"Most people think that the picture is the pattern used to decorate the book, and this is not to blame them, because many books in later generations are indeed replacing the picture with an undoubted pattern, and the real picture is actually a ciphertext in the form of a pattern, which can also be said to be a dead or extinct language similar to a pattern from a certain point of view. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ecco frowned slightly.

"You mean it's a lost script that only the ancients would?"

"Not really, some clergy and scholars should still know how to interpret the diagram, and I can only be regarded as a superficial understanding of it. But Ikko, the drawing is so complicated that it would take the most experienced scholar a week to decipher a maple leaf-sized pattern alone, and if it were to draw such a pattern, the time would have doubled and extended, and it would have to be prepared with a specific pen and a lens made from a reptilian cornea. But to my incomprehension, the magic marks left on the elves were less than a week, and they were a large ciphertext! ”

Iger scratched the bird's nest and put a book back on the shelf of scripture and history.

"I wondered if the picture had come from somewhere, but none of the historical records I could find had a large picture of the ancient museum logo, which first appeared as if it had been accompanied by a catastrophe. ”

Iger suddenly muttered to himself, "Blood Pattern Drawing Scripture Diagram......"

"What?"

"I would like to call the pattern behind the elf 'Blood-Painted Sutra'. Eko, can you turn the book to page 139 and read the third paragraph?"

"She's standing in a spruce tree?"

Ekor flipped the book to a specific page and confirmed, as Egg, standing by the ladder, nodded at him.

She stood at the top of the spruce tree, looking down at everything on the ground with her emotionless eyes. Her beautiful blonde hair and long white dress fluttered in the wind as if they were setting off the sigils that surrounded her. Suddenly, she raised her wrist and began to tap the sigils, and the sky seemed to be torn apart in the shock, and thunder and lightning poured down from those sigils......"

"This seems to be talking about Siyunna, the goddess of calamity. Ekor looked up.

"So you elves know about this god too?"

"As far as I know, she's not a god, but a Flaren, a dragon. ”

"It is rumored that the elves of the Northern Aifen clan have quite a broad vision, and it seems that this statement is true. Iger said approvingly.

"Yes, in the original accounts, Xi Yunna was only a mortal, a supernatural who chose to be a communicator and guide for the evil gods, and a hero who sacrificed herself to imprison the evil gods again, she was called the Key of the Gods. It's like ......"

"Is there anyone in the White Sparrow who is called the Unveiler?"

"Exactly, your example is so apt that I'm starting to like you. Egger paused and continued: "Let me tell you what I can barely understand on the back of the elves, there are only two terrifying contents on the blood pattern painting scripture, one seems to say that the gods that everyone worships and believes in are almost all false gods, and the other seems to tell us that a powerful magic dragon like Xi Yunna can also be artificially created. I don't know who the person who drew the scripture drawing on the back of this elf is, or if it is human, but this guy is either with the deepest malice or in an attempt to warn us that the signs of the return of the fierce god Gubo have appeared......"

"Can the pattern on his back be reproduced right away?" Ekor asked again.

"I'd love to try, but I can't. ”

Iger spread his hands.

"The magic that was applied to this elf made the drawing manifest only when it was soaked in his blood. I'm afraid he'll have to ascend to heaven before I'm done drawing. But Eko, those people in your hometown should have a way to reproduce the lines behind him while saving his life. ”

At this moment, a shouting voice came from the direction of the bedroom on the second floor......

"Ekko!

In a daze, Akachi heard an aging voice calling out his former name, the one that meant "echo." His consciousness slowly revived with these two shouts, but his body was clearly unable to keep up with the rhythm.

A string of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from far and near, and stopped beside him, and Akachi seemed to feel several faces watching him, only to hear the first voice say, "The elf seems to be waking up, Ekko, look!

Yes, Eko is another person's name. This is not surprising, there is no one in this world who still knows his original name, so naturally this name can only be someone else. Akachi thought.

He struggled to open his eyes to see who this fellow Ekor was, his eyelashes fluttering wildly and slowly parting his tightly closed eyelids, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear from blur.

At this moment, three humans and an elf stood in front of Akachi, their expressions ranging from excitement and curiosity, and Akachi knew who Ekor was almost instantaneously.

"How are you feeling now? Can you try to sit up?"

The lingua franca with a slight tongue sound came out of the mouth of an elf, perhaps called Icao, and the sound was all too familiar. Akaki remembered hearing the voice at Rose's house, in a coma, at the Doge's residence, and that he had seen the elf twice. But it wasn't until this moment that Akaki got a clear look at the elf.

The compatriot in front of him had two intelligent green eyes without a hint of cunning, and just by looking at that person's eyes, Akachi knew that this elf and him were two different worlds at all. This kind of clean-tempered person can be said to be a character that Akachi yearns for but avoids, and he remembers that one of the women he assassinated was of this type, and that person even talked about noble topics such as faith even when he was dying, as if in this way he wanted to awaken something in his heart called guilt, which made Akachi "sick" for a while.

Akachi closed his eyes slightly, exhaled a breath of air in his chest, and then tried to prop himself up from the bed. The poison that Kruli had given him had not yet completely worn off, and Akaki had just moved, when a tearing pain spread behind his back. He involuntarily paused for a moment, took a cool breath, and then sat up stubbornly.

"Why?" a voice no louder than a sigh came from Akachi's throat low.

"Take your time, you've been poisoned, you've lost a lot of blood, and you've been hit by magic once......"

The shame of being named and having an unmanageable body made Akachi clench his fists, and this sudden concern seemed to break a string called sanity in Akachi's heart. He suddenly burst into a rage and knocked over the elf in front of him, and then rode on the elf's body with the force of his fall, while clamping the opponent's arms with his knees. The two old men on the side exclaimed as he had expected, but the petite woman pursed her lips and raised the wooden pestle beside her, while Akachi's hands were firmly clasped around the elf's neck.

At the very least, he remembered how to end a person's life with the fastest speed and the least amount of effort, and it was really simple to do that.

"I asked why they saved me. Can't you see that I'm an assassin who specializes in killing?! I can put an end to it all with a little dexterity with three fingers on this part of your neck. ”

A dry, deep voice burst out of Akachi's teeth like a cold winter wind, and his words froze a room full of people.