The Mausoleum Guards were more polite than the last - even almost deferential.

Vanna could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere around her and the puzzled glances cast by her colleagues, but she didn't know how to explain the strange change herself—even if she could have some vague speculation in her mind, she couldn't tell.

She could only look down at the parchment handed by the guard giant, hesitated for two seconds before reaching out to take it, and inhaled softly.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." She turned her head and said a quick word to Bishop Valentine, and then followed the giant guarding the mausoleum and walked towards the pale building not far away.

The heavy stone gate slowly closed behind him, and the ancient and mysterious mausoleum was closed again, and the giant guarding the mausoleum did not disappear, but followed Vana like a qualified guide, and led the latter towards the deep burial chamber, where the monotonous footsteps in the deep corridor made the surroundings more and more silent.

Vanna meditated on the taboos she needed to be aware of after entering Vision 004, and carefully watched the tomb guard's actions, recalling the last time she had entered the tomb, and the thoughts could not stop churning in her mind.

She couldn't remember what had happened since the last time she entered the chamber due to the limitations of Vision 004, but she remembered that the guard's attitude had changed subtly before she had last entered the chamber - she hadn't thought much about it at the time, but this time, the associations were spreading uncontrollably in her mind.

And just as Vanna's thoughts were fluctuating, a low, hoarse voice suddenly reached her ears—the giant guard broke the silence.

"What do you want to ask?"

Vana was shocked - this silent and terrifying guard was actually taking the initiative to talk to the "listeners" who entered the mausoleum?!

She quickly filtered the information about Vision 004 in her mind, confirming how to deal with the current situation in the midst of various taboos, and then tried to calm down before she spoke while considering the choice of words: "You are very friendly to me, why?" ”

"Because you are a messenger," replied the mausoleum guard at once, "the messenger is a transcendent and ascending person, and should be treated with courtesy." ”

"Emissary?" Vana was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand, "What does this mean?" Does it mean that I am a saint of the storm goddess Gemona? But the square outside is full of ......."

"Queen Leviathan has no emissaries, and her emissaries have all died before the first long night," the mausoleum guard interrupted Fanna, his voice barely audible in his voice, even when he spoke of the gods, "You are the emissary of the usurper. ”

Her heart tightened, her head thundered, and her breathing paused subconsciously—Vana stopped in shock, and the answer to her casual question was far beyond her imagination, and she felt as if a storm had swept through her mind, and where the storm passed, her consciousness was flooded with conjecture, understanding, and cognition!

Queen Leviathan, she remembered the title—a name that Captain Duncan had mentioned in front of her and Maurice not long ago!

The Long Night—she remembered that Mr. Morris, after reading the Book of Blasphemy, mentioned that the word "Long Night" was used several times to describe the several attempts of the "kings" of antiquity to create the world, and she remembered that there were three times in those heretical descriptions, and three times in Genesis!

As for the usurper......

"Usurper...... Referring to Captain Duncan? Vanna's heart moved, and she subconsciously spoke.

Inside Vision 004, you can't talk about the owner of the mausoleum and the secrets inside the mausoleum, but the taboo doesn't mention whether you can talk about the outside world - Vana mustered up the courage to ask the mausoleum guard in front of her, and there was an intuition in the darkness that reminded her that there would be no danger even if she asked the guard in front of her about more things.

However, the guard didn't answer immediately this time, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly turned his head and looked into Vanna's eyes.

"After leaving, you will still forget the secrets you know here, and it is pointless to ask too much."

Vanna was stunned, and the curiosity burning in her heart seemed to be poured with cold water.

Yes, most of the information in Vision 004 can't be taken outside, and even if you know more here, you'll still forget it when you go out.

Even if it is written on parchment, what should not be revealed will still be torn up at that time.

She didn't dare ask the guards what Vision 004's "oblivion mechanism" was, as it was already a question that pointed to the mausoleum itself, and it was something that was going to happen.

She could only sigh, take a step in regret, and continue to walk towards the deepest part of the tomb.

But just then, she heard the guard's voice come into her ears again—

"The name of the usurper is not Duncan."

Vanna's eyes widened slightly, she didn't care about wondering why the mausoleum guard was suddenly willing to answer her question just now, but subconsciously spoke: "What about Queen Leviathan?" Listen to you, that's the storm......"

The mausoleum guard stopped abruptly and interrupted Vanna's question in a deep voice, "We have arrived. ”

Vanna looked up and saw that the long and deep passage had come to an end, and the door to the central chamber had abruptly stood in front of her, and the pale light of the fire shook in the chamber, as if urging her to hurry in.

In the next second, she realized: she couldn't continue to ask questions.

Even with the strange and inexplicable identity of the "messenger", there is a limit to the "courtesy" that the mausoleum guards can give themselves - or rather, the questions that the guards themselves can answer.

I just don't know if this "limitation" is due to the limited number of questions or the limited range of answers to the questions - unfortunately, after leaving Vision 004, all memories will be emptied, and there will probably be no chance to test the problem by repeating the test in the future.

A few chaotic thoughts flashed through Vanna's mind, and finally she exhaled softly and whispered to the guard, "Thank you for your patience. ”

"Please come in, and I'll send you out later—though you won't remember."

Vanna nodded, and stepped into the tomb, and as she stepped through the tomb door, the bandaged, life-or-death guard disappeared silently into the corridor.

On the simple and solemn throne, the headless nameless king sat in silence as if it had been forever, the pale brazier burning calmly in the corner of the tomb, and the air was filled with a silent and solemn atmosphere.

When Vanna reached the throne, she saw a comfortable-looking chair in the seat reserved for the "listener", and a table in front of it.

There were fruit bowls and snacks on the table, and even a cup of black tea – steaming hot.

Vanna: "......"

She controlled the change in her expression and tried to sit down in the chair calmly.

Although the listener could not bring the memories inside the mausoleum to the outside, she was sure that the people who entered this tomb under normal circumstances would definitely not have this treatment!

Because the process of "listening" is described in the messages that occasionally come out with the parchment, none of them mention fruit bowls and snacks!

However, after a short period of stunned and complaining, Fanna quickly calmed down, and her eyes became serious.

She looked around.

Vision 004 was made of pale, cold stone, theoretically no place to store food, no kitchen or anything like that, and the mausoleum guard might have known how to make tea, but she couldn't imagine the giant baking pastries.

She observed what was on the table.

The fruit is fresh, the tea is steaming, and the plate for the refreshments is a beautiful silver-inlaid wooden plate with a pattern...... Vaguely in the style of the southern city-state, it is very much like the special product of the elven city-state like Breezehaven or Southport.

Vanna picked up a cookie and felt the heat remaining.

Maybe an hour ago, it was in the oven of a pastry shop in a city-state.

So...... These things were "brought" by the mausoleum guards directly from some southern city-state? Can he enter the real world directly as a physical entity? Or...... Are there hidden worshippers in the real world who are ordered by the mausoleum guards to make "sacrifices" to Vision 004?

The fruit and the plate of snacks look like southern specialties, and over there is the territory of the elves, elves...... This mystical and long-lived race did retain many unique religious practices, some of which were very different from today's Four-Divine Churches, or even self-contained......

Is there an explanation of Vision 004 in the ancient books of the Elves?

Vanna's mind fluctuated, and her professional habits made her begin to inquire about the "unusual" she saw in front of her.

But her thinking didn't last long.

A slight grinding sound abruptly sounded in the burial chamber, interrupting Vanna's thoughts.

She followed the prestige, and saw that the headless king was slowly raising his arms, as if to stand up from the throne—

Vanna opened her eyes.

The quaint and solemn pillars of the assembly hall came into view, the chaotic and dim streamers swept over the square, the souls of the saints were gathering from a distance, and in the corner of the eye, the pale and mysterious building was slowly sinking into the ground with a roar.

Have you completed your mission?

Vana was a little dazed, she shook her head, and felt that her memory was still stuck in the moment when she followed the polite mausoleum guard into the gate - this sense of memory interruption was not unfamiliar, after all, it was not the first time she had entered Vision 004 as a "listener", but for some reason...... This time she always felt that her memory had a tinge with it, as if it were ......

Some impressions of discord still left shallow traces in her empty memories.

Soon, though, she didn't care to study the disobedience in her mind.

The compatriots had already gathered, and the projection of Bishop Valentine was in it, and not far away, His Majesty Pope Helena could be seen standing at the edge of the square, as if watching quietly.

"Vanna," Valentine was the first to speak, "how does it feel?" This is the third time you have entered the mausoleum, have you been affected? ”

"I ......" Vana frowned, as if she wanted to confirm her mental state, but before she could feel anything in detail, she couldn't help but burp, "Hiccup—"

At the assembly hall, the saints who had gathered with concern suddenly fell silent.

Even Bishop Valentine was stunned for a moment, and the old priest who watched Vanna grow up was stunned for a long time, and finally said: "You gnawed stones in it?" ”

(End of chapter)