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Beckland, Queens, inside the study of the Hall family.

With permission, Audrey pushed open the door and walked in, where her father, Earl Hall, and her brother, Hibbert, were discussing something.

"Oh, baby, you don't seem to be looking good?" Count Hall looked at the door.

Audrey didn't have to play, and smiled reluctantly sincerely:

"There is a big shortage of food for the Poor Fund, and I would like to raise some more, and I have visited many nobles today, but they have all told me that there is no surplus food, even if it is bought with gold pounds."

When saying these words, those aristocrats are either in the small living room or in the place dedicated to afternoon tea, with high-quality black tea and a variety of exquisite desserts in front of them, and from time to time ask Audrey to comment on the cooking skills of the pastry chef at home.

Their servants were ruddy-faced, and their steps were light, barely making a sound, so as not to disturb their guests.

"The current situation......" Count Hall sighed when he heard this.

Audrey thought for a moment and said seriously:

"Dad, I remember that there should be a lot of food at home, can I spend some money?"

"Audrey, you've done too much, you don't need to do it anymore." Hibbert. Hall frowned slightly and spoke, but Audrey just looked at her father and didn't respond to her brother's words.

Count Hall's expression was much more relaxed because of his daughter's arrival, and slowly became serious:

"Audrey, the premise of charity is not to affect the lives of yourself and your family, this is a principle I want you to keep in mind."

Audrey, who was dressed in a gold and white dress, frowned slightly and relaxed, and said sincerely:

"Dad, there's enough food in the house to feed everyone in this house for a year, or more, and there's plenty of food in East Chester County."

Because Winter County had not yet completely fallen, Fursack's army had retreated, and now that the God of Thunder was sheltering the war situation at sea, Rune's situation had not deteriorated, but stabilized, but not improved.

Count Hall looked at his daughter's emerald eyes for several seconds, and then suddenly sighed and smiled:

"Audrey, you've really grown up, you have your own ideas and good persistence.

"However, none of us knows how long this war will last, we don't know what the final outcome will be, and we have to set aside a lot of food to deal with all this.

"I can accept that every meal is one less than two delicious dishes to help those in need, but I don't want my table to become like the middle class that the newspapers say it is, which would make us completely lose our dignity as aristocrats, which is something that we have been holding on to for every generation.

"Do you understand what I mean? I just made an analogy, the essence of the matter is that I value the survival and future of my family more, our identity and status, and only when it does not affect them, do I show my love and kindness.

"Audrey, what I said may be cruel, but you have grown up, it's time to listen, everyone is selfish, just to a different degree, in my heart, the whole Hall family is more important than me and your mother, more than you, more than Hibbert and Alfred, beyond these, first faith and good friends, then acquaintances, and finally all over Beckland, in need of relief.

"I wouldn't mind helping them if it didn't affect the previous ones, but alas, I have to think about more things now."

Speaking of this, Count Hall shook his head self-deprecatingly:

"I'm sorry to let you know that your father was such a selfish man."

As Audrey listened intently to her father's words, her expression changed slightly, and then she disappeared, and until the end, there was no additional emotion.

……

After a short conversation, Crane, who had already gained the trust and respect of the people of Moon City, said goodbye to them, took the animal skin lanterns presented by the team members, and walked alone into the darkening east.

In their eyes, this divine envoy is a loner, like a missionary in the ancient scriptures who spread the glory of the gods across thousands of mountains and rivers.

But where they couldn't see, Hermes, who was standing beside Crane, had already gone to the spiritual island of each of them, helping them relieve mental stress, adjust their mentality, and heal the mental illnesses and shadows of the past. The entire hunting team felt relaxed after talking to the envoys, and naturally attributed the credit to the light and healing.

Hermes smiled and waved at them, and followed Crane to the east, in the direction of Mooncity.

When they completely disappeared from the field of view of the exploration team, a flame suddenly rose in the night ahead, and Medici, dressed in more everyday clothes, stepped out of the flames, looked at Crane, then at Hermes, and laughed:

"Kept me waiting for a long time."

The Red Angel's expression was very relaxed, and his opinion of Klein became a little higher after witnessing everything just now. At the same time, he was still a little worried about what Crane said to the team in Moontown:

"Although I know you're here to distinguish Amon from you, isn't it too early for you to tie yourself to that 'Lord of Mysteries' right now?"

Klein sighed as well and shrugged helplessly at Medici.

"I have no other choice, Your Highness the Red Angel." The young and old "Fool" said, "As soon as I woke up, I already found that I was inseparable from the Source Castle, and the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, that is, the Lord of Mystery you call the Lord of Mystery, chose me, what can I do?" ”

"Even so, you shouldn't ......"

Medici paused, and his voice became a little muffled: "You are about to be promoted to Sequence 2, which is a watershed moment in becoming a fully mythical creature, and it is not a good thing that you increase your connection with the Lord of Mysteries at this time, and even make up a second honorable name." ”

That's what the words say...... But what can be done? Crane held back the desire to sigh:

"In my opinion, the name of the ancient sun god is also completely consistent with the 'god' of our old era and the 'incarnation of the Chaos Sea' of this era, so what can he do? Did He succeed in changing? Since He has a continent-level believer and a plurality of angels has chosen the most extreme method, I have no other way to go. ”

"Your concern for me, I've received it, but that's the price of my power as fast as I can."

Talking about the betrayal banquet that year, not only Medici, but even Hermes's expression was gloomy for a moment. For the ancient angels who lived from that time to the present, this is the most unforgettable feeling.

"So what happens? Will speed up the passage of my humanity? ”

"Perhaps."

"Will increase the likelihood that I'll lose control?"

Medici paused: "It depends on how you define runaway. ”

Crane gave a standard answer as if he had endorsed: "A physical loss of control is a monster under the influence of potions, while a mental loss of control is a gradual apathy, a ruthlessness, or too much influence by potions, and must be an 'anchor' to stabilize." ”

Medici nodded perfunctorily: "Do you feel that this so-called physical loss of control is to become an incomplete mythical biological form, and mental loss of control is to gradually become less human?" This is all the inevitability brought about by power, and it is also the standard of human judgment. - It's like for me, for the Great Snake, or for some high-ranking beings you know, that we are inherently mythical creatures, so where is there any such thing as getting out of control? ”

"Just tell you a story...... You're a soothsayer, did I tell you about Antigonus? ”

Klein nodded, "Yes, I've also been to the Hidden Lands, I've seen the Night Country, and I've seen Antigonus out of control. ”

"If you know, it's good."

Medici and Hermes glanced at each other, and the former took the initiative to say:

"Antigonus was born a mythical creature, an eight-legged demon wolf. In addition to this, He protects His followers, the Land of Night. There was no problem until one day, Antigonus developed an unreasonable understanding and love for his followers, and his mental state and thoughts began to be close to a human being, and later even formed a large family in the Tudor Empire. ”

"You say that the originally inhuman creature gradually became human-like after having an anchor, is this a kind of loss of control?"

Klein was stunned.

Yes, there are many races in this world, similar to humans are giants, elves and blood clans, and there are dragons, demon wolves and immortal birds that are not at all like humans, and the "mythical creatures" brought by potions are basically beasts.

For human beings, the "bestiality" of other races is a kind of pollution, but for these inhuman creatures, what about "human nature"?

Once he shifted his perspective away from his human identity, Crane suddenly felt that there was a lot of new things in his head.

"But you don't have to think about it that much."

As soon as the conversation turned, Medici quickly drew Klein's attention back:

"What is the mythical creature form of your soothsayer? Oh, it seems that all three of your mythical creatures are bugs, so that's a bit tricky, and you don't think you're a bug. ”

"In the final analysis, the meaning of 'out of control' is that you lose control of yourself, you lose your perception of yourself, but until you completely lose it, as long as you can control yourself, then you are not out of control. Like Antigonus, although he was contaminated by human nature, he still did not burrow into the ant nest and lie with the ants, or think that he was an ant. ”

"He's still a wolf, but in the eyes of humans, he seems to be more benevolent and more able to understand humans."

Klein thought for a moment, and suddenly felt that he understood something:

"Not all the gods are human, according to what you said, even if the gods are human, they will gradually have the cognition of other races because of the potion, that is, the gods are also accepting some thoughts that belong to humans in this way?"

Medici nodded: "That's what the anchor is about." ”

"In addition to being stable, it can also make non-human creatures appear out of thin air...... "anchor" is not only the meaning that people are familiar with, but also has such an effect...... After solving all the problems, Klein couldn't help but laugh.

Therefore, the gods generally tend to let their own people believe in themselves, because the changes brought about by the mythical creatures are troublesome enough, and it is even more troublesome to add some "humanity" of other races - only now that humans have become the largest race, the gods have no choice.

The extraordinary world is so twisted, so weird.

As long as you drink a bottle of potions, ordinary people can immediately become outstanding talents in a certain aspect, in the early stage, the cost of potions is too small and too small, and in the middle and late stages, even if the cost of gaining power changes to gradually losing oneself, compared to the gain, it is still acceptable.

Of course, this also varies from person to person.

"So I don't approve of your actions."

After an in-depth analysis of the role of the "anchor", Medici brought the topic back to the beginning, back to exhortation Klein:

"Your time as a human being is still very short, and becoming a fully mythical creature is in itself a baptism and transformation of the spirit. But...... The premise of persuading you to change is that I have a plan, and you yourself have said that you have no choice, and I have no better way, so I can only wish you good luck. ”

With that, Medici reached out and grabbed Klein's hand and took the cross, which the latter was holding.

"I'll give it to you when I get to Moon City."

Instead of talking about grandiose things like divinity, humanity, and anchors, Medici asked, "Are you going to go directly to Moon City now?" ”

“…… I've seen the Grey Mist Seal that divides the Eastern and Western Continents from Source Fort. ”

Klein thought about it, and told the two of them this secret that no one had ever known - Hermes had struggled to accept the reality that "an ordinary person who woke up from ancient times in the modern era was recognized as soon as he opened his eyes", after all, there was a lesson from the ancient sun god, but this also made Hermes even more worried about Klein's future-

"The Source Fort seems to be made of that gray mist."

"The Eastern Continent is unable to communicate with the spirit world, and there is a seal of gray mist, which must be related to Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, that is, the Lord of Mystery."

But before he could finish his sentence, Hermes suddenly realized something, and he looked at Medici in astonishment, only to find that Medici was also looking at him. The two made eye contact for a split second before becoming aware of the conspiracy.

No, it's the conspiracy of the Lord of Secrets!

And Klein looked at this, and at which one, with a look of bewilderment and longing for ancient historical knowledge.

"There is more than one essentia, all separated behind this seal."

Medici explained to Klein succinctly: "In other words, in order to communicate essentia, the seal must be opened, and there must be a master of mysteries. But at the same time, it doesn't matter if you don't, anyway, these spirits that won't die will return sooner or later......"

Klein was stunned, then stopped talking.

He understood something, and with the fur lantern in hand, he headed for somewhere to the east—though he had cut off contact with the Source Castle, he could feel that something that attracted him was there.

As the minutes ticked by, Crane finally stopped.

It was already night, and with the help of lightning streaking across the sky, he saw a gray mist frozen a few hundred meters away.

The mist connected the earth and spread all the way into the air, as if there was no top.

At the same time, the fog stretched to both sides, spreading endlessly.

He stared at the silent gray mist, and without a movement for tens of seconds, it was as if he had become a statue on the spot.

Crane watched intently for a long time, even if there was a dark partition in the middle, he kept slowly looking up, and only after the second lightning subsided did he retract his gaze.

Behind or in the middle of this fog, is the vanished "Western Continent"?

Where is this fog located, is the Asian part of Eurasia, where is my homeland?

Crane thought solemnly, and his breathing couldn't help but slow down a little.

He carried the animal skin lantern and continued in the flickering light, until the dim candlelight shone through the solidified mist.

Without any other attempt, Crane's "soothsayer" instinct told him that the gray mist was an invisible barrier that could not be passed through by conventional methods.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a soft sound of breaking in his body.

His "ancient scholar" potions were completely digested.

……

"Well, in this way, the lingua franca derived from the ancient immortal bird and the feathered serpent clan because of their perennial intermingling has been deciphered, go back and ask the god of death if my decipherment method is correct, if it is completely correct, you can consider contacting the seven lights to apply for a patent......

In the ruins of the ancient city-state, a certain outsider who had not moved for four days since he began to study archaeology put away a few stacks of tall manuscripts beside him with satisfaction, stood up and stretched.

Suddenly, his gaze glanced into the distance and noticed what appeared to be a small fluctuation somewhere in the seal.

He froze, slapped his head, and ran wildly.

Just as he stood up, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed somewhere in the darkness, and there seemed to be a figure slowly approaching there.

The withered Lord's feet suddenly bent suddenly, and he looked at the black shadow, his light green eyes seemed to suddenly turn into a huge web of countless threads, but this image only lasted less than a second, almost a loss of consciousness, and he returned to normal.

"Secret waiter?"

No, not a mystical attendant.

"How is it possible for a mystical attendant to swagger across the land favored by God?"

"Something that has completed the ritual but has not become a mystical attendant?"

He looked in amazement at the huge creature in the distance, which was supposed to be running fast, because the distance was so far away that the high speed of the opponent's movement seemed to him to be only moving slowly. But despite this, he still saw the other person's appearance clearly—a giant wolf, a demon wolf that should have been extinct a long time ago, and the giant wolf's body was strangely covered with a strange thing, in his eyes, that thing was the real "secret attendant"!

"What did he carry?"

"The breath of the Source Castle!"

TBC

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Haha, I thought I was sweating all over my body because it was hot, but it turned out to be a low-grade fever. Be wary of seasonal flu!