Ruan, Tingen, Ahowa, suburb.

It is a small detached building with a large garden. There is also a green lawn outside the garden.

It's spring, the gentle and brilliant sun jumps on the delicate petals of different varieties of flowers, the lawn is lush, and every leaf stretches its vitality. It is a very well kept house.

"Look, sir, this is the best single-family house in the area."

Rent agents try their best to show the most expensive house in their hands to the serious client in front of them.

He took out the key, opened the gate, pointed to the garden and lawn, and said, "You see, we have taken care of the garden and lawn. Then he pointed to the building and the exterior decoration and said, "This house has only recently been fully maintained and repaired, you can see that this place, and here, are all brand new." ”

The agent led the guest into the house and continued: "This is the bedroom, it has a large glass window facing the garden, and you can enjoy the beauty of the garden at different times in the morning, afternoon and evening. ”

After introducing all the rooms, furniture, and supporting facilities, the agent looked at the guest with a hopeful face, "What do you think?" ”

"Good." The guest's voice was low and thick.

……

Tingen is a medium-sized city in Ahowa, which is not densely populated with hundreds of thousands of people, so the antiquities market here is not large. There are only a few shops that buy and sell antiquities, and there are very few customers in and out.

Mr. Heinas Vincent, with eyes like a panda and hair like a hedgehog, spent a pleasant afternoon at the Divination Club. After dinner, Henas went to the antiquities market in the North District.

Henas had two hobbies: divination and antiquities gathering. He spends almost all of his free time at the Fortune Club on Howles Street and the Antiquities Market in the North End. And both of these hobbies are related to the occult.

Henas has been studying the occult in recent years, hoping to use the occult to solve the hidden diseases of his body, and his efforts have not been in vain, not only in the divination club is famous, often invited by the club to teach, and just a few years ago, a friend of the club, Siris Arepis, introduced him to an organization with a great being's watch. Once he passes the organization's assessment, he can obtain potions and become an extraordinary person with magical powers.

Siris told him that the transcendent beings of this path had mastered magical ritual magic, and that by performing rituals and praying to the Great Being, they could solve the problems of their own bodies. Heinas was convinced of this.

Every once in a while, Henas would take a stroll around the antiquities market, where there were often some unexpected surprises. For example, magical items that are mistaken for ordinary antiques. Another example is the occult notes that are considered to be ordinary ancient books.

Of course, the magical item Henus hadn't come across, but he had bought a magical scroll at a low price. In addition, he also collected many occult pages, notes, and a piece of parchment that was said to be a treasure map.

It was getting late, but there were more people in and out of the antiquities market than during the day.

Henas walks into a frequented storefront. The boss was a fat old man, there were not a few hairs left, he was very prone to sweating, even if the season was the most comfortable temperature, he frequently reached into his pocket, took out a slightly yellowed white handkerchief, quickly wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and then put it back in his pocket.

There were no other customers in the shop, and the owner was sorting through some ancient books that looked like they were newly collected. Hearing the voice, the boss looked up at the door of the store, and found that it was a regular customer, Hainas, so he greeted with a smile: "Mr. Hainas, do you want to come and have a look, I have some new ancient books here that may be Quaternary." ”

Haynas walked briskly over and saw some books that were still in good condition. Among the books with dull covers, blurred handwriting, and somewhat mutilated or worn out, is a notebook with a dark black cover. It has a complete appearance, is overall clean, and looks relatively new, but it has an ancient and distant feel.

This ambivalence was so seductive, as if it were hiding an infinite secret, that it attracted the attention of Henas deeply.

I'm going to buy it!

Haynas made the decision the first time.

"You said this notebook, this is a gift for this batch of ancient books."

The fat boss was very incomprehensible when he heard that the first thing Heinas asked was this notebook that didn't look like an ancient book of the Quaternary Period.

"My friend said he didn't know if he had been fooled by butter and bought it as a valuable ancient book."

"I looked through it, and it was full of inexplicable symbols, and I couldn't understand it at all. Those dregs who forge antiques, think that by making up some incomprehensible symbols, they can make people think that they are ancient characters and collect and study? ”

The fat boss spits and flies, his fingers are dotted randomly, and he expresses his disdain for the fake with low IQ full of emotion. With that, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

"Well, I think it sounds interesting, and I want to buy it." Haynas casually concocted a very convincing reason, but it really didn't matter what the reason was.

"Okay then, 100 pounds, 100 pounds you can take it." The fat boss smiled slyly.

"What do you say? What are you kidding? Heinas wondered if his ears had suddenly broken.

"Hehe, the notes that can appear with these ancient books, I think they must be valuable for research. Although I can't understand these symbols, they are arranged so neatly and beautifully, and their changes are so flexible, if I can interpret these symbols, it will definitely cause a huge sensation in the archaeological community. You say, huh? The fat boss immediately completed a logical and rigorous deduction.

After a bit of back-and-forth haggling, Haynas took the strange notebook with 25 pounds.

……

19 Howles Street.

In the spacious living room, the windows and doors are closed, and the gas wall lamps quietly emit a soft glow.

Sirius Arepis, who was over half a hundred years old and had thinning hair, was half-kneeling on the ground, in front of him was a fashionably patterned, well-made wooden coffee table, on which was placed a beautiful square wooden box, in which a silver cross was placed upside down.

Siris straightened up, straightened his body, closed his eyes, and reverently recited softly:

"O Creator of all!"

"You are the Lord behind the Veil of Shadows!"

"You are the depraved nature of all living beings!"

"You are in all things, and you have given life to the lambs!"

"Your humble servant prays to you devoutly!"

"Praise be to you! Great Lord! ”

Sirius whispered it a few times, then got up and carefully put away the wooden box and locked it in the safe.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the door, walked to the dining room, and instructed the maid in charge of the kitchen to prepare dinner.