"Dear Crane:"

"When I saw your reply, I went to look through the newspapers, and I didn't expect Welch and Naya to encounter such a brutal murderer...... They are all very good people, and I hope that they will find a peaceful sleep in the divine kingdom of the goddess. ”

"Goddess bless, it's good that you didn't have an accident."

"Regarding your new job, although it may not have as much room for improvement as a university lecturer, it is not bad."

"The most important thing is that you like it better."

"Like is the biggest reason, and I support your decision."

"I think you came into contact with them a lot to decipher the Quaternary notes, and was that why you became interested in divination and the occult?"

"If yes, then I have a warning to tell you in advance, whatever you decipher from it, don't try."

"Think of Naya and Welch, if you read a mystical notebook, then I suspect that the tragedy that befell the two of them was probably not caused by the murderer."

"Remember, don't try!"

"As for divination and the occult, I mean the real occult, I do know some advanced knowledge that has been blocked, more in-depth than the ones that are circulating out there, but that doesn't lend itself to a letter."

"I'll make a copy of my occult notes at home, and we'll meet in a few days."

"Remember, the occult is dangerous, don't touch it casually without my guidance!"

"Looking forward to meeting you—Valeera."

Closing the letter, Crane was in a messy mood, and the expression on his face was also complicated, mixed with various emotions such as suddenness, shock, doubt, emotion, happiness, distress, etc.

Valeera's reply was too informative, and he had to slow down before he could fully accept it.

First of all, the most important information is that, judging by Valeera's statement, she is indeed extraordinary, and has a lot of hidden knowledge.

She even vaguely deduced the truth about the murder of Welch and Naya from her own words!

Valera may not be more than Sequence 9, or even more than Sequence 8......

This speculation shocked Crane, and for a moment, there was a lot of chatter in his head.

"The elder is by my side?" "Crossing, having the perfect girlfriend at the beginning?" "Become a god, start with a rich woman? ”……

In addition to the shock, there is doubt.

Why would such a powerful and extraordinary person favor "me" as a poor student?

Crane used his imagination to his heart's content, barely trying to find an explanation that might be sideways—acting.

If this and divination and potions were to be regarded as Valeera's act, it would barely make sense.

But this speculation can only explain part of the story.

Valeera's letter, the concern between the lines did not seem fake, he did have a happy feeling of being loved at that time.

The thought that she might be coming to Tingen in a few days made Crane both look forward and apprehensive.

He was a little worried that he was exposed in front of the "big boss", but he couldn't restrain his charming thoughts about this "real girlfriend".

……

After putting down the letter, it took some time for Crane to calm himself down.

Just as he was about to go to sleep and make up for the missing sleep during his "work", illusory cries suddenly appeared in his ears.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead jump and uncontrollable.

The inaudible call came and went as fast as it took a dozen seconds or so to disappear without a trace, and Crane pinched his forehead against the throbbing pain that came from deep within his brain.

"What happened?"

"Old Neil said that there is an inexplicable whisper? Why is the inspiration too high? ”

One thought flashed after another, and Crane suddenly saw four black dots on the back of his right hand stand out at some point, they are like natural thin moles, very inconspicuous.

The four black dots that originated from the transshipment ceremony quickly precipitated, turned from deep to turbulent, and disappeared.

"It seems that there is something new in the 'transfer ceremony'?"

Crane hesitated for a moment, but still performed the "transfer ceremony", walked four steps backwards, and came to the gray mist in the spirit washed over the spirit by the raging tide of murmuring and whispering.

The palace, which towers like the abode of giants, remains the same, and the long bronze table with its twenty-two high-backed chairs remains unchanged.

No, there is!

With just one glance, Crane saw that the edge of the ancient mottled bronze table, the side of the Fool's Chair, was swung in a clear light.

"What is this?!"

Crane's eyes widened, startled.

A strange feeling rose from his heart, and he felt the cold hairs on his back stand up.

For the first time, Crane even had the idea of breaking away from this gray fog directly.

But he soon discovered that the ripples of light were rippling silently, as if they were harmless to humans and animals.

Thinking that afternoon was the time to call a meeting, Crane leaned closer to his chair and tried to cover the ripples with a thick gray mist.

However, the effect is very poor.

After a while, Crane didn't think of any good way to tempt it, so he turned his heart sideways, spread spirituality, and boldly reached out to touch the ripples of light.

Immediately after, the scene in front of him changed.

In the view of the lake, a very beautiful young lady was sitting at the dresser, apparently copying a notebook.

"She looks like Valeera...... If only I could see it better. ”

With this thought, Crane's spirituality surged wildly, causing the entire mysterious space above the gray mist to tremble slightly.

Ninety percent of the original full spirituality was quickly lost!

Just when Crane thought his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down, and a twisted figure appeared on the edge of the bronze table.

……

Monday, June 9.

After breakfast, Valera returned to the large bedroom on the third floor of the house and began to transcribe the most crucial page of her notes at the dresser.

"On November 20, I made a breakthrough in the interpretation of the silver medal."

"The silver medal is essentially a solidified ritual, and the strange patterns and symbols on it are signs that point to a certain high being. Well, it's like a name. ”

"On November 22nd, after thoroughly digesting the potion of the 'Mystical Scholar', I suddenly remembered a missing detail about the time travel - I would travel here, not just to buy the silver medal, but also to make a wish to it!"

"I made a wish to travel through the other world and become the protagonist of the times...... In a word, pit! ”

"On November 23, I had a new idea. Since the silver medal no longer works, can I design my own name that points to its corresponding existence and see if I can get a response? ”

"On November 25th, I found a piece of news I wanted through the church - the seal '0-05' is a '0' level seal containing the extraordinary characteristics of the 'miracle master', also known as the 'wishing lamp'."

"Oh, the wish is indeed the ability of the 'soothsayer' to pass the high position! It seems that the last two sentences of the honorific name can also be determined. ”

"On November 26th, the honorific name is invalid, should I spread it out and try it?"

(The following is written in Old Hermes.)

"The Mysterious Lord of the Grey Mist;"

"Lord of Miracles in Charge of Wishes;"

"A fool out of his time."

"Verified, invalid!"

After copying this page, Valilla did not stop writing, but turned to the next page and continued to copy.

She knew very well that after copying the name on it, the corresponding prayer aperture would appear above the gray mist, and Crane would be able to observe her actions through this aperture.

As Valera copied half of the second page, she suddenly lost consciousness, and when she regained her sight, she found that she had reached the gray mist.

She looked around and saw towering stone pillars supporting the majestic palace like a giant's abode.

At the top of the bronze table, with twenty-two high-backed chairs, sat Crane, wrapped in a thick gray mist, and packaged himself as a mysterious being.

"You are ......"

Valira showed a slight hint of doubt, then quickly turned to astonishment, blurting out:

"Lord of Miracles?!"