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The dice bones spin slowly.

The smooth stone table reflected the newcomer's sluggish and speechless eyes, as if he had seen through the flashy nature of this world, once again seeing through the unreasonableness and madness hidden in the 22 divine paths, and overlooking everything he experienced from a transcendent perspective.

Surrounded by "stealing a sheep while passing by", "Flash", "Trier title deed for 2000 toll 500", "Fighting Evil", "Blue-eyed White Dragon", and flying chess, Crane gave up thinking and came to understand everything beyond advanced mathematics.

People are forced to do everything except mathematics.

So, in Zarathu said, "Pick one?" Crane immediately pointed to the simplest-looking one.

The dice stopped at 5 o'clock, and Crane looked at the hand-drawn chessboard and was silent for a few seconds before letting one of his planes take off.

Then he struggled to think: "...... Please forgive me for my rudeness, what should I call you? ”

The old man on the opposite side sorted out the equally outrageous cards in his hand, and seemed to take Crane's speechlessness as a shock, and was enthusiastically showing off his "Russell the Great deck".

Crane felt the phantom of his childhood friend squatting on the ground and tapping cards in front of him.

When the old man heard this, he stopped playing the cards, and said with a smile that he couldn't figure out:

"You can call me, hmm......"

"Zarathu."

Zarathu?

!

Hearing this answer, all the complaints in Crane's mind suddenly disappeared completely, leaving only a sentence of foul language, bold and black.

Zarathu, the leader of the Esoteric Order, a descendant of the great nobles of the Solomonic Empire in the Quaternary Age, the previous master of the notes of the Antigonus family, the extraordinary path navigator of Russell the Great, the true high sequence of the "Fortune Teller" path, was already a secret existence of the "Miracle Master" a hundred or two hundred years ago, and was considered by the "Magic Mirror" Arodus to be an angel who lost control of the monster in the process of promoting the "Mysterious Attendant" of Sequence 1!

Either way, this is an unbearable burden for Crane at the moment.

"Look at your reaction, do you know me?" Zarathu smiled.

Crane thought for a moment, and said tentatively:

"I've heard of this surname."

This made him not only feel the shock of the characters in the history textbook jumping out of the textbook and walking in front of him alive, but also felt that the air around him seemed to have become substance, piling up on him layer by layer, squeezing his body and blocking his breathing.

Crane had assumed that perhaps everything that had happened to him because of Antigonus's notes had stemmed from Zarathu's layout, suspecting that she was the boss he would eventually face, and now, he had met it, and he had met it in advance.

Although the Zarathu in front of him may not be the legendary Zarathu himself, after all, this is a surname, maybe it is the successor, heir, brother, and clansman of the other party...... But in any case, it's too early!

I'm just a Sequence 5! Crane couldn't help but shout in his heart, and at the same time wondered if the other party was really Zarathu.

The old man, who called himself Zarathu, didn't give him so much time to think, and said to himself:

"See the dent in the wall over there?"

Zaratul pouted to the side, Crane was reluctant to be lured by this seemingly hidden being, but since he had been here, he had been constantly looking for a way to get out.

So after waiting a few seconds, he looked in the direction Zarathu had indicated.

He looked at the stone statue beside him, which had a gentle and beautiful face, the same dull-looking angel he had seen for the last time in the basement of the church. It's just that the angel's body is similar to that of a human, and it doesn't have four more animal-like arms.

And the stone wall behind the stone statue, that is, behind the other side of itself, does have a hollow that has been dug out.

There are one short and clumsy symbol after another, but there is an empty piece in the middle, which cannot be connected and formed.

"That obsidian is in my hand, I'll give it to you when you need to leave, and then I'll tell you another sign to open the door, it's the key to open the real escape door on the wall." Zarathu said in detail.

Complex special symbols...... The key to open the door...... Crane listened to the "Hornakis" echoing in the wind behind him...... Fregera ......" whispered, and a symbol suddenly popped up in his mind:

That's a vertical eye made up of many hidden symbols!

That's the message that Antigonus's family notes sent to him by infecting the "Muppets of Doom"!

Crane secretly recalled the sign, and made a look of surprise and disbelief: "If the way to leave is so simple, why did the previous 'soothsayers' fail?" ”

Zarathu began to laugh again in the way that seemed to be very calculating, and would be annoying to hear too much:

"I have limited abilities and can't move around the church. It was the last one to leave who brought the obsidian to me. ”

"Before you, some of them were as verbose as you, and they didn't have time to leave this church before the red moon cleared, and they were hung on it, and the guy who gave himself a handsome face was the little girl with flawless features."

Crane suddenly felt a little speechless, and his eyes glanced upwards to the ceiling of the towering and gloomy church, and countless pairs of mystical couples with white eyes faced them, swaying silently.

Looking closely, Crane unexpectedly found that some of the puppets on it were damaged, not because of the torn clothes or the disability of the puppets themselves, but - some of them seemed to have been torn off their arms by brute force, because they were secret puppets, the blood and bones that had not rotted but had dried were connected to the fracture and swayed, some of the heads were half missing, some had blood stains on their bodies, and some of them had mutations in favor of "demons" like Señor - combined with the blood stains outside, it seemed that there had been some battles here.

Also, leave immediately when the red moon is clear...... Serious attention must be paid to the situation outside......

Crane frowned and asked quietly:

"The last one to leave?"

Zarathu smiled and deliberately did not answer, but rolled the dice.

The dice stopped at 3, and the piece in Zarathu's hand still didn't take off this time.

"It's your turn."

With a hint of well-informed pride, he sighed: "These chess pieces are called 'airplanes', and they are flying machines. It obviously doesn't have a bulky hot air balloon like an airship, but it can fly higher and faster. Hehe, I really want to know what it looks like when it flies. ”

Russell the Great...... Plagiarism of manuscripts...... Russell the Great...... Plagiarism of manuscripts...... Russell the Great......

Crane took the dice and rolled, "Maybe it's steam power, is this the brainchild of Russell the Great?" ”

"Hehe, probably."

Zarathu seemed to have something else to say, as if there was no hint of anything.

Crane threw a 5 again - he frowned and chose to take off another plane.

Zarathu throws again, 4, still 0 progress.

"Young man, you seem to have played this game?"

After a few rounds, Zarathu's plane finally took off, and he said coldly: "Is this game popular in the outside world now?" ”

Crane replied preparedly, "You just talked about the rules. ”

"yes, I'm sorry, I forgot." Chara laughed and teased her memory like an old man, and said again, "You don't seem to be surprised by the 'plane', and you are very skillful in your movements, and young people are really quick to accept new things." ”

Crane frowned again: "It's just a pawn, it doesn't matter to me what it is. ”

Just as Crane began to think about how to deal with the next sentence, Zarathu nodded, and said with a subtle smile:

"That's right."

“……”

…… What exactly is he trying to imply? This tone seemed to accept my answer, and it seemed that he was just laughing at my cover-up, and he didn't say it clearly...... Why is the high sequence of soothsayers such a virtue! Crane felt his fists harden.

Crane rolled the dice with a hint of anger, just a 3, and knocked back the plane that Zarathu had just left home.

Zarathu raised his eyebrows and smiled casually:

"When you open the gate, the history and destiny of this place will change, and the image I cut out will disappear with it, and when the time comes, you will see a jar of ashes."

"I just want them to be spilled into the Serenzo River near Trier, the capital of Intis, which is my hometown, where I was born."

This is the initiative to answer the question "Why help me?" "The problem? I haven't found a chance to ask...... Crane felt a little less angry, but then he discovered a loophole:

"Why are you still here when someone left before?"

Zarathu shook his head: "I don't worry about her. ”

She, sure enough, was her, it was Edward Vaughn...... Crane looked shocked by this information, not believing in the devil, but choosing to believe me? Because you can see that I have something to ask you for?

In the midst of these thoughts, Crane decides to show some greed, to make Zarathu lower his opinion of himself, and to make the other party think that he has something to ask for him, so he can be easily induced.

He spoke, "I need the recipe for 'Sorcererer' Sequence 4. ”

Crane has learned through Will Unsetin that the Sequence 4 potion of "The Fortune Teller" is called "The Trickster", and the focus may be on weirdness, cunning, mischief, etc., which is consistent with the way he has always played it. Therefore, he said the name directly in front of Zarathu, implying that the other party knew part of the recipe, and it may also be mutilated, so don't cheat.

Zarathu's posture did not change, and he said as expected:

"The Sequence 4 potion is indeed called 'Sorcerer'."

"I can give you the recipe, as long as you're willing to believe that I'm giving you the real formula. At the end of the round, I'll give you the obsidian, the door opening symbol, and the 'Sorcer' recipe. ”

"Well, that's not something I need to care about, as long as you can spill my ashes back into the river of my hometown."

Why are you so obsessed with having a handful of play?

Crane listened quietly and couldn't help but say:

"Your personality must be very high, and if you scatter your ashes like this, it will pollute the whole river and leave countless monsters behind."

"Very carefully."

Hearing this, Zarathu laughed and said, "However, there are no more characteristics in my ashes, and I have long lost them. ”

Crane speculated about what the other party meant, and once again asked about his extraordinary approach:

"What is the Sequence 3 potion after 'Sorcererer' called?"

The beard on Zarathu's face twitched slightly:

"Ancient scholars."

"What about the corresponding sequence 0?"

Zarathu looked at him again and chuckled, "When you open the door and flee, you should be able to know." ”

Don't finish talking, right? Don't finish talking, right? I hate people like you the most, always laughing and not saying a word...... Crane suddenly had a similar feeling to Russell. He was just about to continue his harvest of the well-informed Zarathu's wool when he noticed that the outside world was getting brighter. Under the light of the red moon, the puppets hanging from the ceiling began to sway wider, and they made walking movements in the air, as if they were about to come to life!

Crane immediately became transparent, walked through the wall, and took refuge in the nearest house.

About twenty minutes later, when the red moon was again blocked by dark clouds, Crane returned to the church and was surprised to find that Zarathu had already taken off two planes and crashed back the one he had already flown out.

"I just rolled two sixes and one four."

The old man's muffled voice showed his innocence, and he almost showed two big clear and translucent eyes, and he looked like a top-level faceling when he was alive.

"It's your turn."

…… Crane's fist was hard and hard.

Zarathu said slyly:

"Then it's time for you to answer me a question."

"Do you know what 'Fort Source' is?"

Suddenly, it was as if a basin of ice water was splashed from head to toe.

Crane frowned slightly, pressed down the tiny goosebumps on his neck, and didn't let the cold sweat behind his back that soaked through his shirt seep out, as if a person who knew nothing heard the new term, and with a bit of a mentality of wanting to pick up wool in his doubts, he asked quietly:

"What is this?"

"I've never heard of it."

"Hehehehehe......"

Zarathu let out his annoying laugh again, and Crane's scalp tingled and his fists stiffened, and the scheming old man seemed to mean something else, and as if he believed Crane's words, he skipped the question.

He pushed the wooden dice over: "It's your turn." ”

550

"Circle in circles, circle roses!"

In a small town in East Bailang, in the open space of the street, children in and without shirts, barefoot, dance in circles around a girl with a light yellow hairband, laughing childishly and happily.

In the distance, the adults looked at them blankly.

The girl with the light yellow hairband looked crazy, but she had a pair of aura-like brown eyes, slightly lighter than her hair.

She was also barefoot, with oil paint on her face, and wore a cloth skirt decorated with rainbow textile patterns, clapping her hands and leading the children and laughing:

"Full of pockets, gorgeous flowers!"

Syllable! Syllable!

With a few soft sounds, delicate red roses suddenly appeared in the children's hands.

Roses grow from the palms of the children, as if using blood as nutrients, and the blue veins in the palms of the hands bulge like roots, growing bright red flowers.

The children were still giggling, and their movements seemed to be slightly stuttering, and the girl with the light yellow headband clapped her hands as if she didn't notice it, crumpling the roses in her palms, and the bright red petals fell from their hands like rain and blood.

She simulated the sound of a gunshot with her mouth, and then fell backwards to the ground as if she had actually been shot, not moving.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! We're down! ”

"Bang bang! Bang bang! We're down! ”

"Hahaha!"

The children sang creepy ballads in unison, their bodies gradually stiffened and their movements were no longer fluid and coordinated.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Ha! ”

Two straight lines appeared at the corners of their lips, and when they laughed, their lower lip opened along with their chins, revealing teeth and gums. The mouth opened and closed, and there was a cold and penetrating laugh, one at a time.

Their madness was contagious, and the adults outside the circle suddenly began to laugh wildly, run, bite each other, or talk to anything around them, laughing to tears, laughing until their throats bled out, and finally vomited their internal organs.

Bang! Bang!

People fell in one piece.

The wind carried rose petals to all corners of the town, and the rich floral fragrance masked the smell of blood.

After a long time, there was no other noise in the town. The girl with the light yellow headband seemed to have woken up from sleep, stretched comfortably on the ground, intoxicated with the scent of roses, and then stood up, tiptoeing around the blood and dirt on the ground.

Her movements were somewhat strange, like a puppet pulled by an invisible thread, and she walked briskly towards an ox cart.

The cow was grazing comfortably, and an old man with a serious face and a faintly painful expression sat on the cart pulled behind him.

"Grandpa Jakes!"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she jumped over in three steps and two steps, and her heels were stained with a little red marks: "Why do you have time to come to see me?" ”

Jakes, who looked as sad as if he had been stabbed a few times while walking on the road, nodded, and the corners of his mouth barely rose, revealing a smile that made people look very uncomfortable:

"Little Hilda, how's the potion digested?"

The girl with the light yellow headband, the demigod of the "indulgents", Hilda Gonzalez, holding her skirt in both hands, kicked a stone on the ground with her foot, and said with a grin:

"Two years, two more years - I'll be able to digest the 'puppet'!"

"Okay." Jakes nodded in satisfaction, "Ahmad will definitely be proud of you." ”

After saying that, he cleared his throat and said tentatively:

"Little Hilda, there are still many poor Southern Continenters and half-breeds in the Northern Continent who are struggling to get by, and now that the war has begun, their days are getting more and more difficult, and it is a good opportunity for us to develop our faith and expand our organization."

"The Southern Continent of the Northern Continent?"

Hilda pouted, "But they themselves are willing to go into slavery for the robbers—the really poor can't even save a ticket!" People without food will starve to death halfway through the smuggling! Why should I help them? Is this what Lord Siea is asking for? ”

"There was a discussion within the school and a compromise plan was discussed."

Seeing that she seemed to be going crazy, Jakes immediately said something to reassure: "Go and help those lonely half-breed and Southern Continent children." ”

"Helping children?" Hilda thought for a moment and calmed down, "Okay, then I'm willing to help." ”

"But if they do not believe in Lord Siea and the Mother Tree, and do not want to convert, I will put them on the altar."

"This operation is special."

Jakes brewed his emotions for a moment and said solemnly: "Do you remember ...... His Highness the 'Angel of Temperance'?" This is her request. ”

Jax suddenly stopped when she saw the girl in front of her kicking the pebble, and she suddenly raised her head, as if a little girl had suddenly woken up under the thick and strange oil paint and strange dress.

"Angel of Temperance?"

Hilda read the title and became angry: "That liar - she left us!" She doesn't want me anymore! None of us hated her, but she ran away on her own! He also sent himself to the hands of the people of the Northern Continent! ”

"I don't want to see her! I don't want to see her! ”

She cursed hysterically for more than ten minutes, pulling her hair frantically and scratching messy marks on the sand on the ground with her bare feet.

Suddenly, she paused, and once again looked at Jax with that youthful gaze:

"I'm willing to help her ......"

“…… As long as she doesn't leave us again. ”

tbc

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Zarathu got the word that a man suspected of being swept away by the night owned the Source Fort.

But the Kryn in front of him was wearing a real curl, so Zaratul put him off the list of suspects.