In the majestic royal court like the abode of giants, a huge bonfire made of extraordinary materials is silently burning.

Venason stared straight ahead, as if he had just woken up, the Optimus Pillar above held up the starry dome and flickered rapidly, the sea water under his feet continued to swarm, and the black hooded gray robe quickly formed on the surface of his body.

"Dear and great master, are you back?"

Still the same as before, as soon as Venason arrived at the Old Royal Court, the respectful greeting of the Deep Abyss Gorot popped up in his mind.

This guy was really punctual, and as soon as I came up, I hurriedly offered a humble greeting, which made me embarrassed to ask him questions.

Venason bowed his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the campfire in front of him, his fingers crossed lightly against his chin, and he asked casually:

"Gorot, there's one thing I need to ask you, for some time before, I have been able to hear intermittent and indistinct sounds, why is that?"

"Prayer, High Master, you are hearing the prayer of the believer when he prays to you, he is asking for your protection, your coming!"

A cold voice came from his head, and Venason was stunned, and suddenly he couldn't figure out what Gorot meant.

Someone is asking me... Asking for prayer from Mr. "Old Day"?

No, I've only been using this vest for a few days, how can anyone know about the existence of Mr. Old Day?

Wait a minute...... Could it be Miss County Lord or Mr. Deep Sea?

It should also be unlikely, they are all Ghents, they are well aware of the laws and terms of the kingdom, and they are privately spreading and preaching non-four orthodox gods, and if they are caught, they will definitely be sent to the guillotine.

Gorot once said, "When I was asleep...... When the last lord of the old court was asleep, he left a lot of anchors in the world, can it be said that someone has left an anchor that I can hear their prayers as the current lord of the old court?

In a flash of thought, Venason suddenly had the feeling of being a pick-up man.

Wouldn't it be too much of a stretch, I'm not the old master who was sleeping before, why did the anchor he left behind reach my ears?

Venason sat at the top of the round table, pondered in silence for a moment, and finally asked:

"Gorot, is it true that as long as I open the door of Yahweh, I can hear the concrete voice of the supplication and see the real picture of the supplication?"

"Yes, Great Master, the Gate of Yahweh is the gate of your kingdom of God, whether it is a sacrifice or a gift, even if it is projecting itself to a corner of the world, it can be done through the Gate of Yah."

Hearing Gorot's affirmative answer, Venathan, who had some understanding, relied on his connection to the old royal court, and he set his eyes on a corner that he usually didn't pay much attention to, and saw the flickering point of light that was expanding and contracting.

"It's right, should I go directly to the dream?" He was just about to connect to the point of light, but his hand was halfway up and stopped.

No, it was too reckless just now, I still don't know who made this prayer, in case it was a transcendent boss, once he was pulled up, wouldn't my old character be blind.

To be on the safe side, I'll take a peek at the situation first, rather than creating a new Hou Meng, and wait until I'm sure there is no problem.

Venason muttered a few words, and then, in a moment of silence and death, he flicked his wrist as a violent storm blew and pried open a crack in the extremely heavy bronze door.

Under the light of the transcendent bonfire, a picture that does not belong to this era slowly emerges from the crimson flames.

In the quaint and dimly lit hall, gray candles hang from the huge dome, and there are brilliant lights flashing through the windows from time to time, which looks very dreamy.

At this moment, a black-haired boy is on his knees, praying to a blurry statue of an octopus and a dragon.

The boy wore a strange patterned close-fitting leather armor, which was completely different from the fashion trend in the Kingdom of Ghent, and also different from the traditional foreign clothing recorded in Jason's diary, such as Chabaitin, Tuduo, and Florence, and there was a significant difference between the two.

This scene has the feeling of playing a fantasy RPG in the previous life, similar to the scene where the protagonist prays for strength in the Sanctuary of the Kingdom City-State when he fights the boss.

But his expression was painful, so why did he show a painful expression when he prayed?

Is it because of illness, or is it because... Ah, this statue...... It's me?

Venason subconsciously let out a cry of surprise, his eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly looked at the bronze ring on his left hand, the embossed pattern on it was the same as the statue building, without the slightest deviation.

Why is my statue in that place? Venason was suddenly a little stunned, and the images kept flashing in his mind, whether it was the memory of the original owner before, or the memory after the current soul replacement, he didn't find anything similar at all.

This ring has traveled with me, it could not have belonged to this world in the first place, and its symbolism points to me, I can guarantee that.

In the confusion of thoughts, the picture presented in the bonfire has changed again.

I saw that the young man who was holding his hands against his forehead suddenly got up, quickly pulled out the huge broadsword inserted in the ground and hid it behind him, shaking his head hard, and the voice of rejection lingered in Venason's ears.

What is he saying?

Venason leaned close to his ears and listened carefully, listening to it several times in a row, and finally found a problem that made him very embarrassed, that is, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying!

What kind of language is spoken, I feel that it is even more difficult to speak than ancient lune and ancient Hermes, and I don't understand it at all.

Vinason listened for a while, unbelieving, until he was sure that it was a strange language that he had never been exposed to, he sighed helplessly, and then shouted in his heart:

"Gorot!"

When something was undecided, he called out to Gorot, and this was the method that Venason summed up, believing that his humble servant, who had never shown up, should know something.

"My great, supreme, and valiant master, though you command, Gorot will serve you." The cold voice came immediately, and it sounded very cheerful.

Honestly, you don't need to use so many embellishments, and I don't blame you.

"Can you understand what he's saying?"

"Of course, master, he speaks the Takayama language, the language you once invented."

The language I invented?

A bolt of lightning struck through his heart, and Venason froze on the bronze throne.

I can't understand the language I invented? Regardless of whether it is true or not, if this is spread out, it will definitely become an after-dinner conversation when people know about it, and according to the current news transmission rate, although it is slow but long-lasting, I am afraid that it will circulate for an era or several epochs.

Something must have gone wrong, how could I possibly invent this language, Takayama, which is quite ancient just by its titles.

Thinking about it, this sentence popped up in his mind inexplicably:

There are mountains above the continent, and darkness beneath the oceans......