Newman Joel is the old butler of the ducal castle, and his family has followed the Elizabethan family for generations, and has witnessed the rise and fall of this prosperous ducal family.

Although he is an old man, his waist has never been bent, he is wearing a well-fitting suit, he is neither thin nor bloated, his gray hair has a kind of wise man's taste, his skin is not too dry and wrinkled, and he may be able to attract some young girls who like old grandfathers when he puts it in the ball?

He himself was a viscount, so he held a high position.

The previous duke was so obsessed with sensuality that the golden age of the last century was not seized, but instead coincided with the Great Depression, and the family's power plummeted.

The old butler had been tormented by this, but luckily Duchess Elizabeth Rose was a virtuous man who had defeated the previous Duke and her mother in the challenge of blood, and this cruel ritual had been established since the beginning of the encounter with Bloodstone in ancient times, even in the modern age of civilization.

They are not ordinary families after all.

But even if it is an ordinary housekeeper in an ordinary family, when he looks at that princess-like girl, he will feel ashamed.

Newman stood in the golden corridor, and the portraits in the aisles were of the famous Grand Dukes in history, and they were all leaders or allies of the Elizabethan family.

The red carpet is like a rose road, and the old man with white hair in a straight suit stands on it, hesitating whether to knock on the door in front of him.

This Nanmu door is carved with exquisite floral ornaments, and the burgundy paint looks cold and arrogant.

Like the people inside, the flower of Kaolin, refuses to look at the world.

But the old butler knocked lightly on the door, for lunch time was approaching.

There was a crisp voice without emotion from inside:

"Please come in, Mr. Butler."

The old housekeeper in a black suit stepped into the room, very simple furnishings, beds, wardrobes, desks, not even the rag dolls that girls like, no comic books, novels, magazines and the like, the decoration of the house is as white as paper, only the two beautiful roses on the balcony are delicate and fragrant in the sun, and the bright red makes the plain white room have some vitality.

The petite girl sat at the desk, with her back to the old butler, and her back was a little childish, not like a fifteen-year-old girl, but twelve or thirteen years old.

The old butler stopped, about three meters away from the girl, and neither of them spoke.

The girl was wearing a white dress, lace stockings wrapped around the delicate but just right legs, and her little feet wore two small boots with delicate bows.

She just sat there, the sun shining on the white, casting a golden glow on her exposed face, which looked sacred and beautiful.

The old housekeeper sighed in his heart, no matter how many times he saw it, he would still choose to stop and stare for a while, it has nothing to do with any relationship between men and women, but just the instinct of human beings to appreciate beauty, especially their country that advocates elegance and beauty.

The waist-length white hair with a slight silver glow, and a layer of golden glow, like the wings of an angel.

"If I had such a daughter, I wouldn't let those stinky boys touch a finger of her! No matter what his identity is, not even a royal prince! ”

The girl seemed to be writing something, writing hard, and the retro pen made of swan feathers was commonly used in the old times to write letters, and it has long been used in modern society to remember, and only in some aristocratic homes it is still used for elegant and useless rituals.

The old housekeeper knew that he couldn't be disturbed at this time, so he could only wait for the girl to finish writing, although no one could understand the words she wrote, even if she put them in the Internet library and searched, she couldn't find the corresponding font.

When they asked, the reply was:

"A code that I thought of casually."

They all breathed a sigh of relief, and finally this delicate girl who didn't seem to be able to have human beings had some of the characteristics of girls of the same age-

I like to write secrets in small books.

Actually, this code is not Lily's own idea.

It is the text of another universe, another civilization, and of course it cannot be parsed on this planet.

Lily has finally finished writing her book.

She re-examined it:

[The division between supernatural worlds and non-supernatural worlds depends on whether there is naturally existing, universal, and self-extracting and utilizing energy that can be independently extracted and utilized by living beings, and can be directly manipulated and influenced by spiritual information without any processing.

For example, in this world, although there is electricity and heat, the organisms themselves cannot directly use it, and only individual species can directly use it, which is not universal.

The universe should be a world dominated by material information and no superpowers...... That's right.

If in a world where there is non-supernatural interference, does it mean that -

[Superior beings] interfered with the world? 】

[We came to find the miraculous power of the so-called Great Prophet, but we didn't have any clues and clues, rummaging through history and mythology, there are so many settings of the twin creation gods, but no shadow of the Taseka civilization has been found anywhere......]

[Master is nowhere to be found, I'm worried, what should I do?] 】

[At the very least, you need to acquire some power to protect yourself!] 】

Where to find transcendent powers? 】

After that, she left a blank page to answer her questions, but there was no answer for the time being.

She continued to look at it, word by word, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a golden glow around the edge of her eyes, like a butterfly fluttering its wings on the tip of her eyebrows.

[If you regard the universe as an independent system unit, if you want to shuttle between them, you must at least ensure that your own information structure can adapt to the "error correction system" of the universe. 】

[Due to the different rules of different universes, without considering other means, relying purely on their own information to adapt, at least the existence form above the law body is also required.] 】

[For the time being, the intermediate state between the law state and the superstring state is named "meso", and the preliminary speculation is that the "tachyphon", that is, "superluminal existence", at least requires the mesostate to withstand this kind of forcible transformation from the entire cosmic information processing system alone.] 】

[The chaotic nature makes me immortal, but the underlying information has been changed, but why can't the power be used, is it because the original information still has traces of other universes?] 】

[The technology recorded in Tinder is only below the law state, there are very few on it, and the underlying logic and basic constants between different universes are different, so I can't apply it to this universe......]

[I think I need an opportunity to open the door of my power, even if it's just a little.] 】

She withdrew her gaze, flipped the journal to the title page, and without looking back, asked softly:

"Butler Newman, is there anything wrong?"

The old butler immediately replied respectfully:

"Miss, the restaurant has prepared lunch for you, and there is ......"

He paused, and what he was going to say next was his true purpose:

"Madame Ross will perform a ceremony for you, and you will be exposed to the enduring secrets of the Elizabethan family."

The white-haired girl stared at the title page with her clear blue eyes, she felt that the opportunity had come, she had long felt that the high-ranking people in this family were a little ......

Not ordinary.

Let me take a look at what lies beneath the surface of the world!

She closed the journal and looked at the title page one last time:

【Without you， every day is an empty dream.】

I'll find you.

......

The girl gracefully took a small bite of the last spoonful of caviar, wiped her mouth with a white silk, got up and left the red cloth chair, and the maid immediately began to tidy up the table, in an orderly and orderly manner, as if tidying up the hall of a banquet for a hundred people, although only one person was eating in this spacious hall.

The beautiful duchess stood beside the maiden, and the difference in height between the two was so great that when the duke looked at her daughter, he felt that she had not yet grown up.

She smiled and shook her head, Lily hadn't grown up, she was simply precocious and couldn't be more precocious, she was born with both wisdom and calmness - even among the descendants of the "angels", she was a rare son of a "god".

God is God, God is clear, God is clear, and God is clear.

She believed that the girl would lead the Elizabethan family to a new peak.

The girl tugged at the sleeves of the duchess's court robe and lifted her blue eyes:

"Mother, it's time to go."

Rose came back to his senses and said with a smile:

"Okay, let's go."

Old Butler Newman led the way, and walked down the spiral staircase through the promenade, and the round window in the castle could see the scene outside—

A beautiful private estate.

Sunshine, woods, squirrels, white birds.

On days like these, the grass is green, the poplars and cherry trees shake their branches in the golden light of the wind, the squirrels poke their little heads out of the hollows, the robins and chickadees sing, and the pansies bloom with their beauty and vitality.

The girl walking in the castle was a little dizzy, such a peaceful and beautiful sight......

And family.

Really care about yourself, family.

How I longed for it.

But now, I'm not a "human" anymore.

I'm sorry, you can't move me, my world is already gray, and nothing can light up but him.

Have you grown up?

The girl didn't know.

When people grow up, they don't have too many feelings to give to others, and they feel thin to warm themselves, because this world is cold and cold, and she dedicates all her feelings to that person, in exchange for eternal bonds.

She followed Rose through the underground passages of the castle, as if going to the legendary underground church of the Middle Ages, where mysterious rituals were performed.

The passage has apparently been renovated from time to time, with alloy walls, gates, and mechanisms replaced with modern smart facilities.

What exactly is waiting?

She didn't know.

She quietly looked at Rose's back, in a trance.

Once, she killed her own mother with her own hands.

Mother, for her, is a painful memory, father, disgusting her, home, is her hell.

When she crawled out of hell, she used the power of the devil to torture and kill those relatives who were related by blood, they were all the same demons.

As she shrank in her dark, damp little room, shivering, she remembered the disgusting smell of alcohol that her father had pressed on her, and even if it was not defiled, it made her feel a great coldness and fear.

Along with the fear rose a perverted rage, and she had thought:

Indifferent human beings have no mercy even for their own kind, and the so-called family is just a ridiculous deception...... If I survive, I will crush these creatures and kill the world. But no one will come to save the demons......

She survived, an angel saved the demon, the angel bore the sin of turning his back on heaven, and the demon rebelled against the purpose of hell to destroy the world.

It doesn't matter if you are expelled from heaven or spurned by hell, as long as you depend on each other and sink in the wheel of fate on earth.

She looked at the passage of the secret room that was gradually approaching the ancient style, as if time and space had been disconnected, from the modern era to the mysterious Middle Ages, the torches burning in the braziers on both sides, and the flickering flames made her feel uneasy.

She prayed silently:

Please, if there really is an all-knowing and all-powerful God, please don't let me fall into disgusting conspiracies and deceptions again...... If I do it again, I will, really, destroy everything!

The three of them came to an ancient gate, carved with heaven, hell, demons, angels, holiness and depravity, the only constant was the human beings wailing in the flames of war.

She stared at the drawing on the door, the ancient relief style, which should have been a religious painting, but deliberately blurred the image of the demon and the angel, which could only be distinguished by black or white flames, or the hideous horns and broken wings of the demon's forehead, the holy ring of the angel and the white wings.

The image of human beings is much more distinct, in addition to pain, in addition to begging for mercy, there are ......

Defiance, anger.

The butler stood silently on the side of the door, bending down to salute the mother and daughter:

"Madam, Miss, the awakening place has arrived, and according to the regulations, I can't go in."

Rose nodded, and the usually elegant and noble Duchess had a solemn face at the moment, with a pilgrimage-like obsession and piety on her face.

She had gained strength here.

She had beaten her mother here.

It was here that she rose to the top and brought the Elizabethan family back to life.

She hopes that God will allow her children to surpass her and lead the Elizabeth family, which is gradually unable to keep up with the times, to a new peak!

The younger generation in the family has not had a Virtues potential Blood Pattern Awakener for too long.

She closed her eyes and prayed silently to the relief fresco:

"My Lord, Holy Spirit, bless your faithful servant and send angels to lead us back to their former glory."

She prayed for a long time before she opened her eyes, and finally looked at the ancient frescoes on the door, and pushed open the heavy door, and from the door came the sound of divine prayers that seemed to come from the old time and space, as if there were too many secrets hidden there, about angels, about demons, about gods.

This peculiarly styled mural on the door is called—

Ode to Hell

Newman watched as the two entered, and gently closed the door.

He was clearly very old.

But he pulled the heavy door with such ease.