A man with a beeswax complexion and red maple hair walks alone in the desert.

The sun was so scorching, the sand was so hot, he should have felt parched, exhausted, and stumbling, but his steps were as light and steady as an antelope—something that ordinary people and even most of the low-to-mid sequence extraordinaries would never be able to do, and he could do it because he had long since left the realm of human beings, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to refer to him as "he".

His name was Arnold, and from a secular point of view, he was the patriarch of a Gabian, father of three children, grandfather of five; From a mystical point of view, he is an angel who spies on the path of the Mystic Sequence 2, hiding the family of the sage—and at this moment, he is traveling in the desert in a future capacity with a heart of awe.

Arnold's toes were always firmly pointed in one direction, and in the eyes of ordinary people, there were only sand and cacti, but in his eyes, there was a mist that even the sun could not penetrate, and it was the door to the kingdom of God. The invisible pupils identified the visitor thousands of miles away, and the fog slowly parted the moment Arnold stepped inside, revealing a vermilion tower, although its style and shape were very different from any existing buildings in the world, after adapting to its uniqueness, anyone would realize its ancient beauty, dreamlike beauty.

But in ancient legends, such a beautiful building is the bait of the monster – when one gets closer and wants to find out, it swallows these stupid prey.

The wooden door had already been opened in front of Arnold, as if it were a silent invitation, and he gathered his thoughts, straightened the placket of his wind-blown clothes, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and then solemnly stepped inside.

A sweet aroma hit his face, and Arnold's spirits couldn't help but lift.

In contrast to the barren yellow, the interior was filled with a hazy pink, the pink of flowers, and the lush flowers and trees grew along the sides of the stream, and the spring branches were swayed by the breeze, and a small boat floated on the stream, and Arnold got on the boat, and the boat went forward on its own.

The clear water of the stream was becoming muddy, the warm wind was gradually turning dull, and the pink flowers and trees were replaced by clusters of low red flowers, which stretched their slender petals and spat out their slender stamens, and whether it was an illusion or not, Arnold saw half-rotting corpses and white bones under the dusk of the river.

With each subsequent journey, He would see a different landscape, sometimes a garden of black thorns and eyeballed red roses growing from the stamens, sometimes a burning ruin, sometimes a mountain of rotten and stinking corpses, sometimes a woman of extraordinary beauty...... After an unknown amount of time, all the sights disappeared, and the sound of the piano came from an unobstructed place, which was as lonely as a night drizzle, and then cheerful as a song and dance, reminiscent of a hundred flowers blooming in one night and the light of the sky shining all over the night.

Arnold didn't interrupt, but bowed.

As a nomadic people who can sing and dance, the Gabians have been learning to sing and dance almost since birth, and they can learn musical instruments when they are older, which can be said to be the artistic blood that flows into the bone marrow. Arnold was no exception, he had a voice as strong as a trumpet, and he was also adept at beating the cowhide drum. The skills of the Gabians were loved, praised, and praised, but the Gabians did not just use them as a means to earn a living or show off, they also used dance and music as a means of expressing emotions, and all the joys and sorrows were placed in them—and for Arnold, who was promoted to the angel, the appreciation and creation of art was an important means of maintaining human nature. Listening to those melodies that are subdued and frustrated, he will not forget the joys and sorrows of his time as a human being, and gather and disperse.

Truth be told, it's a joy that the gods of faith also love music. Arnold meditated in his heart, not to mention that the sage's skills were so exquisite, and his taste was very unique.

If Thoth could hear what was going on in his family's mind, he would probably just shrug his shoulders. Perfection is largely built up by practice, and as an immortal, he will inevitably practice longer than most people, and since it has nothing to do with talent, it is not something to be proud of.

It's just a song. The god put down his instrument, and his family buried their heads lower.

"Arnold, how is the progress of what you asked you to probe before?"

"As you have speculated, as far as the Southeast China Sea is concerned, in the past three months, more than seventy percent of the 'immigrants' have the shadow of a secret sect behind them, most of them believe in 'harvest' and 'dawn', some are demigods and saints who have a lot of power within the sect, and some are not high-level, but they are quite influential in the political and business circles—equivalent to the sect's siblings in the world; There are also ordinary people, who are not members of the house, and can even be said to know very little about the extraordinary side of these sects, but are extremely devout to the gods they believe in. ”

"Pious ordinary people......," Thoth muttered, "to elaborate on the situation." ”

"One of my subjects was a wealthy merchant who believed in the goddess of the harvest and donated a tenth of his income to the sect every year. He came to the North Continent with his family two months ago, and everyone thought he wanted to open up new markets, but I think it's a bit too much to drag his family so hands-on. ”

Perhaps thinking he was a little verbose, Arnold cautiously glanced at his bright face, and Thoth nodded slightly.

"Yes, you are very attentive. The high-ranking person always sends his subordinates to investigate before doing business, just like a general sends scouts when he orders the whole army to march - this person's behavior is really abnormal. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, it's what I'm supposed to do." After receiving the affirmation, Arnold confidently and boldly continued, "Then when he was about to put on a feast, I asked my people to say that they wanted to exchange the reward for performing songs and dances, and he readily agreed." After three rounds of drinking, my nephew took his words and found out that he had had a strange dream, which he thought was very unusual, so he asked the soothsayer to explain it, and finally came to the conclusion that he should obey the guidance of the gods and go to the northern continent to earn a living. ”

"Is that so...... Well done, choose your reward. ”

Three clouds of knowledge of different colors appeared in front of Arnold, and a closer look could tell the Elvish words that contained them. The red light of knowledge reads "Sword and Fire", the blue light of knowledge reads "Frost and Snow", and the golden light of knowledge reads "Love and Hate".

Arnold hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the golden brilliance written "love and hate", and the distant scenes were presented to him across thousands of time: the boy who could not love, the proud and vain girl, the nightingale who sang the praises of love, and the rose watered with life...... At the end of the story, He saw the flower of love, born from the elegy of life, being thrown into the dust and mud, and the wheels running over it.

When love is let down, ridiculed, and scorned, it will ferment into extremely sinister hatred.

Tears of blood flowed from the stamens of the rose, and an eye full of hatred opened between the fragrant petals.

"What else is going on with you?"

"There's one more thing I want to ask you for...... I wonder if I'm lucky enough to know the name of the piece you're playing? ”

"You can't pronounce its name." The god let out a cloudy sigh, and Arnold felt a hint of melancholy in it, "But there must be a name...... Let's call it 'The Dragon's Roar in the Waters.'" ”

"Do you mean dragons?"

Thoth pressed his eyebrows in frustration, thinking to himself that my Great Chinese dragon is much better looking than those fat lizards.

"It has nothing to do with the Psychic Dragon...... Forget it, it doesn't matter. ”

Arnold then asked, "Can I play it with another instrument?" He had been thinking that if he added a bone flute, a horn and a leather drum to the sound of the piano, it would have a special charm.

"It's a little thing, it's okay."

"Thank you for your generosity."

When Arnold stepped back, Thoth's frown still did not loosen, and he always felt uneasy...... It seems like something big is about to happen.