Port Enmat, in a sunny room.

The glass of the protruding belly window reflects a handsome face, he has dark pupils, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and slightly raised eye corners, slender dark eyebrows fly obliquely into the sideburns, the nose is straight, the lips are light and bright red, the face is well-defined, the skin is smooth and there is no wrinkle, but the face is slightly pale and bloodless, as if he has not been in the sun for a long time, so that this young and extremely handsome gentleman has a sickly and bevelous beauty.

He held an envelope that had just been opened in his hand, pulled out the stationery inside, and stood in front of the bright window, reading the letters from his subordinates.

"Dear Mr. Z:"

"Following your teachings, I pray devotely to the Great Lord every day, which makes me feel purified and sublimated physically and mentally, liberated my spirit, I feel the presence of the Lord, He is present in all things, He is present in my body......"

……

"In addition, I developed a believer in Tingen."

He was active in the circle of occultists in Tingen, and he also had a high prestige in the circle of soothsayers. He has been studying the occult for many years and has a relatively in-depth understanding of the occult. He lacks only a guide to open the doors of the extraordinary world. ”

"I used the occult as a reason to covertly preach our philosophy to him, and he very much identified with us, believing that mystery exists in every human being, and that if you use the right methods to tap into your own potential, you can gain extraordinary powers."

"His name is Heinas Vincent, he is a wise and sociable man, and I think he is very helpful to our great mission in the city of Tingen, so I would like to recommend him to you."

"Enclosed is the information of Haynas Vincent, waiting for your instructions."

The white fingers with distinct knots pulled out a few more thin sheets of letter paper from the envelope, and a photograph fell as the paper was pulled out.

This handsome Mr. Z reached out and took the photo.

This is a bust of Henus Vincent, dressed in a black classical robe with a divination club in the background. He was supposed to be in his thirties, and his thick brown hair seemed to be unkempt, crisscrossed horizontally, and because of his thick and stiff hair, which reminded Mr. Z of a seabird's nest. He had rough skin and even some visible acne scars, a dark eye circumference, and heavy bags under his eyelids.

As soon as Mr. Z saw the photo of Henus Vincent, he couldn't help but furrow his good-looking eyebrows, look away, and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, when he looks like this, why doesn't he believe in a tyrant?"

Mr. Z stood in front of the window for a while, and suddenly said abruptly:

"Hmph, Siris, this idiot, everyone wants to develop into the organization!"

He retrieved Henus Vincent's materials in front of him, skimmed through them, and then turned back to his desk in the room. He sat down at the desk, picked up the new letterhead, and began to reply.

"Prayer to the Lord ...... Reverently"

"You should put more thought into the coming of the Lord's heirs, do a good job of gathering materials, and do the preliminary work of choosing a sufficiently hidden and suitable place, and you should ......"

……

"The fact that Henas Vincent has joined the organization remains to be investigated."

……

Haynath hurried back to the house, not going to bed after washing up as usual. He washed it briefly, then took his newfound notes to the living room.

The notes in the dark black cardboard cover were placed on the desk, and Henas couldn't wait to turn the first page.

Then, Haynas froze, and he realized that he did not recognize the words.

……

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a sharp knock at 19 Howles Street.

As the sky was getting dark, Henus Vincent rushed to the neighborhood where Siris Arepis was located and knocked on the door of Room 19.

Siris had already gotten up early and sat in the lounge waiting for breakfast.

After the servant had questioned his master, he opened the door and welcomed Henus, whose dark circles had become more pronounced, into the living room. Siris was already waiting in the living room.

"Good morning, Haynas, is there something wrong with coming to visit me so early?"

Siris asked Haynas, who looked anxious and excited, with a slight curiosity.

Haynas looked around the living room, and saw that no servants were there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Siris, I have been given a magical notebook, and I think it may be the magical item you mentioned. ”

"What? Where did you put it? Take it with you? ”

Cyris was startled, quickly stood up, did not step forward, but took a few steps back, and asked with some fear.

"Yes, I brought it."

As he spoke, Heinas hurriedly took out his notes and stepped forward to show them to Siris.

With a dexterity that matched his age, Siris quickly took a few steps back and approached the door of the living room. At the same time, in a somewhat elevated tone, he said:

"Stop, don't come closer, you put it on the coffee table."

Only then did Henus realize that Siris had some unreasonable reactions.

He did as Siris had asked and placed the note on the marble coffee table. Then he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Siris. ”

Siris carefully discerned the state of Henas for a moment and found that there was nothing unusual about him. Slightly relieved, he shifted his gaze to the notes on the dark black cover on the coffee table, and after looking at it for a while, he didn't feel the spirit being touched by the abnormality, so he looked at Henas with some reproach in his tone.

"Didn't I teach you that magical items have terrible negative effects, don't touch them rashly, they will affect you, pollute you, and even turn you into monsters. How can you just carry it with you? ”

Haynas moved his lips, but he didn't make a sound, and then whispered a word, "But there's nothing unusual about it." ”

Siris walked over to the coffee table and looked at the notebook as he said, "Why do you think this notebook is a magical item?" ”

"I found it at the antiquities market, and when I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes off it, and even though it didn't look like an ancient book, I insisted on buying it back at a high price."

"I don't think ordinary ancient books will have such a big appeal to me."

"When I got home, I found that the symbols or words on them looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them."

"Although I can't distinguish these words, but looking at them carefully, I feel dizzy, and I feel that these words are like a suction force that firmly sucks my spirit and heart."

"I wanted to decipher these texts, and my gut told me that there must be secrets hidden here, and cracking them would be very rewarding."

Cialis didn't answer, reaching out and flipping open the cover of the note.

There are some familiar words that come to mind, but they are not the common modern common script, nor are they the mystical and extraordinary Hermesian scripts. Siris carefully identified it and found that it was somewhat similar to the common script structure of the Northern Continent, but it was not the script of any of the countries of Rune, Vorsack, and Intis.

"This should be the ancient Fusak script, from which the modern northern continent lingua franca evolved, so you will have a sense of familiarity and unrecognizability when you look at these words."

"I'm not very familiar with Guffsak, so I think we need to go to the library and borrow some dictionaries or references."

The two studied the notes for a while, but they could not decipher the text, and finally decided that the notes should be kept by Siris, and that Haynas would inquire in his circle to see if he could find translations of Gufsak's literature at the university, and that Siris would borrow the relevant dictionaries from the Deville Library.

The day passed in a hurry, and in the evening, Haynes and Siris gathered again at 19 Howles Street to exchange the day's harvest.

Since Heinas had to find out about the library at Hoy University through his friends, he didn't really get anything to gain.

Siris has borrowed a dictionary from the Deville Library, as well as books such as The Origin and Evolution of the Ancient Fersak Script and The History of Civilization in the Northern Continent.

The two of them translated the words in their notes little by little into the dictionary. This is difficult, because the ancient Phrsak script is quite different from the modern script, and they cannot even be sure that this is a variant of the ancient Phusak script if it were not for the fact that the rules of sentence composition and the roots of the words are very similar to the modern script.

The two of them were busy for almost a night, until the window was slightly white, and the stomach was also filled with the sound of hunger protests, and the two realized that they had not slept all night, and Siris had even forgotten to pray to the Great Being!