Jason had mentioned in his diary that he had obtained a black stone, and this black stone came from a place called a high mountain.

In the flash of his thoughts, Venason had a new idea, he didn't care whether the mountain language was his own invention or not, it didn't matter, he just wanted to find out what this young man from the mountains was praying for.

"Gorot, is there any way I can understand Takayama now?"

"Master, as the eternal lord above the taboo, no matter what you do, the old royal court will respond to you to the greatest extent."

Respond to me to the maximum? Does it mean that I can use the power of the old royal court to translate the Alpine language into Ghentic that I can understand?

Venason nodded knowingly, he didn't expect the old royal court to be able to use it like this, maybe I could just convert it into Earthling?

After a moment of thought, Venason suddenly gave a cold war and immediately stopped thinking about it.

Forget it, it's better not to transform the Earth Language, there are too many languages in this world that can induce supernatural forces, and if the Earth Language is one of them, and I say it in some cases, it will attract the attention of unknown beings, or even descend, it will be devastating trouble.

Call...... Having said that, you still have to master many Chinese dialects in the future, and in the previous life, you encountered the embarrassment of foreigners who can't communicate, and in this life, you must not appear, otherwise it is very likely that you will face death!

Putting away his thoughts, Venason immediately released his spiritual touch to the picture, and the bonfire in the center of the round table jumped violently, and the unfamiliar language that had been babbling before suddenly became familiar and easy to understand.

"O great god, please give me the power to slay Ganon and save the Ethereal City."

"O great god, I am willing to dedicate my life to you, to please you with my flesh and blood, and ask you to descend on power."

Flesh and blood...... Please...... That's what these two roots mean, right?

Wait, why do you need flesh to please me?

Venason frowned, although he played a hidden existence above the old royal court, he never wanted to let people please him with flesh and blood, which was no different from the evil god.

He listened and listened, and the sound of the young man's prayer in the picture became louder and louder, and his movements became more and more exaggerated, and he even quarreled with the old man wearing a hood and holding a hard vine cane next to him.

"Link, start the sacrifice!"

“...... Your Excellency, the Ethereal City still needs your ......"

The black-haired teenager named Link in the picture shook his head and retreated continuously, trying to keep the hooded old man from approaching.

Ethereal City?

A city-state on a high mountain called an ethereal city?

Venason lit a bonfire to make the picture still, and he asked:

"Gorot, do you know the Ethereal City?"

"No, great master, I have only heard you mention that there is an ethereal country in the mountains."

Ethereal Country? Ethereal City?

It should be like this, in the long river of history, anything can happen, just like I felt when I read the history of the upper and lower 5,000 years in my last life, the dynasties are endless, but the city is not yet a kingdom.

Venason crossed his fingers over his chin again, and after a moment of thought, another realization occurred in his mind.

There is also the possibility that the Ethereal City is the Ethereal Country, but something happened on the high mountain that caused a country to become a city......

If it was as I had guessed, this situation was not something I could handle at all, and even touching the transcendent clergy would have to be in a certain position.

At this point, Venasson, who did not have enough strength, had no choice but to pause his thoughts, withdraw his spirituality, and let the image in the flames disappear, no longer watching and listening.

It's too dangerous to rush him to wait for dreams, and there is an old man next to him, and my spiritual intuition tells me that it is very unusual, and it is very likely that he is a high-ranking person.

Of course, this is not the most deadly, the real trouble is that I am not familiar with the high mountains, who knows if there is a problem with him, or wait until the evening to read the contents of Jason's diary, and then consider whether to drag him to sleep.

Call...... Venason let out a sigh and leaned back in the majestic old royal court.

"That's it for today!"

After speaking, without waiting for the humble greeting of the deep abyss Gorot, he closed his eyes, closed the door of Yah, wrapped himself with spiritual power and spirituality, and quickly fell......

…………

After "going to" the bathroom, Venason opened the door and came out, when Erin, Mies, and Gropius were not in the living room, and the whole house was empty.

What about them? I remember it was still there.

"They're leaving!"

"Who, who's talking?"

The abrupt sound reached Venason's ears, and he jerked his head back, almost subconsciously pulling out his revolver from the inside of his tweed coat pocket, releasing his spiritual and spiritual power at the same time, aiming the muzzle at the source of the sound.

"You're the first to point a gun at me."

On the wooden table, a round ball with brown feathers and a small black top hat stared at Venasson, its ears pricked up, a pair of green eyes that looked like green lights, and a letter in its middle of its beak.

"Cats... Owl? ”

Venason breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his eyes carefully and revisited them.

What, it's really an owl in a top hat, and it really scared me just now.

Venason blushed and laughed at himself, admitting from the bottom of his heart that he had gone too far, and pointed his gun at the owl, not at all like a gentleman, but like a frightened thief.

But...... If I'm not mistaken, owls don't know how to speak, right?

Venason suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and the revolver he had just put down was re-aimed back.

"Mr. van der Rohe!"

The gray-haired owl lowered its beak, raised its round little head, and after a few clicks of its mouth, asked.

"It's rude to call an owl without permission."

Hell, not only can I speak, but I also know my name, this owl can't be a legendary transcendent species, right?

Venason thought as he unleashed his mental power, trying to control something, like he had done with a bandage monster last night, creating a deceptive force, and then waiting for an opportunity to flee the scene and report to Officer Joseph.

The Shipley police station on the Rhine, the place mentioned before, should have their people, and it happens to be not too far away.

"Mr. van der Rohe, I think you are mistaken, I am just a messenger!"

The rounded owl tilted its head, pecked twice with its beak at the letter on the table, and then looked up at Venason with a sigh as if he were looking at a fool.

Belch... Messenger?

Soon he came to his senses and asked in surprise:

"You say you're the Messenger?"

"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Semir, and I'm a messenger... Messenger. ”