There was great power in the gatekeeper's words, and her voice spread out layer by layer in the depths of this chaotic and inexplicable spiritual world, accompanied by the thunderous echo of her tin cane hitting the floor.
In an instant, the invisible "whisperers" in the room quieted down again, and the whole world fell into temporary silence. After just a few seconds, a low roar came from afar - it seemed like a huge body was approaching with heavy steps.
Agatha raised her hand and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Where her eyes were was the window that was nailed shut with layers of wooden boards. A pale light shone in the gaps of the window. Suddenly, all the light trembled, and then dimmed, as if a huge object had come to the window.
The next second, the criss-crossing wooden boards shattered silently, and countless gray-black fragments flew away silently, and then stopped in the air near the window, as if frozen in amber, and a giant appeared outside the window.
The giant was wearing a black robe that represented death, and his body was wrapped in bandages. Only the eyes on his head emitted a dim yellow light. He stood outside the building, his body almost as big as a whole house. Then, the giant bent down slightly and made his head level with the window on the second floor - he turned his head, and there was no expression on his face covered with bandages. Then, he raised his hand and extended three fingers to Agatha.
"Three questions and answers," the giant said in a thunderous voice.
Agatha was stunned when she saw the giant.
This was not the gatekeeper he was familiar with—the gatekeeper I usually communicated with did not have such a huge body. The one in front of him was obviously a messenger of a higher level... Why would this messenger respond to his call
But she soon suppressed her doubts - the messengers' comings and goings were all under the command of Bartok, the god of death. There was no need for her to delve into the matter. The most important thing at the moment was to figure out what was happening here.
“I’m looking for the last soul to roam this room,” she said, gesturing with her cane toward the empty table. “He may have been contaminated, but he’s nowhere to be found now.”
Noisy sounds gradually rose, and there seemed to be countless invisible peepers stirring in the air. The noise interrupted Agatha's thoughts. She moved her eyeballs in her palms and saw that outside the octagonal barrier, there were strands of black substance as thin as hair, spreading out, just like more and more ink dripped into water.
"The soul left and entered a realm of rest, where a great power wiped out his debts and pollution was no longer a problem."
"Fire Usurper." The messenger's eyes, which were emitting clear yellow light, seemed to flicker for a moment. There was an obvious warning in the words, and then it retracted a finger.
Agatha felt a sudden onset of dizziness when she heard the word "Fire Usurper". She instantly realized that she was coming into contact with some kind of "knowledge" that came from the depths of the world and had never been revealed to the world.
Agatha moved her eyeballs, casually took out a small bottle from her coat pocket, squeezed open the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and dripped two drops of eye drops into her eye sockets.
The dry and uncomfortable feeling subsided quickly.
But she did not panic - communicating with the gatekeeper on the "other side" and being exposed to dangerous knowledge was commonplace. Even though she was young, she had experience in this area. And since the messenger outside the window chose to tell her this word, it meant that this word was at least within his tolerance.
If it is a taboo issue, the messenger will remind you.
The messenger of death in the window spoke in a thunderous voice, and then retracted a finger: There are two more questions and answers.
Agatha was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed the word "power" from the messenger's mouth. She slowly pondered and weighed the pros and cons, and asked the second question: "Who is the power from? Who erased the debt of this soul?"
I always feel that there are too many things worth being confused about today.
Agatha calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and asked the third question: "Who is the fire usurper?"
"Humanity."
Human? What kind of answer is that? Does that mean... the Fire Usurper is a human? This power that the Deathbringer calls "great power" comes from a human
What kind of "human" is this? ! Is this still a "human"? !
"The soul has left," the gatekeeper on the other side confirmed that the soul passed through Bartok's gate and entered the resting place," Qian Huansha said lightly, "... That's all, there are no more clues."
The messenger outside the window said, then it retracted its last finger, and its figure disappeared in a whistling wind, without giving Qian Huansha any chance to continue the conversation.
The spiritual world began to expel this uninvited guest.
The young gatekeeper stood there in a daze. For the first time in her life, she felt a little overwhelmed after talking to the gatekeeper on the "other side". The answer from the other party to her last question was still clearly lingering in her mind, but she had no idea what this inexplicable answer meant!
Agatha frowned deeply.
The strange and suspicious traces of battle in the alley outside, the recent cult activities in the city-state, the suspicious accidents in the "Element" and the mine, the strange things happening in this house, the message conveyed by the messenger of death...
Just then, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the corridor outside, interrupting Agatha's thoughts.
The scattered pieces of wood that were still in the air began to dance and were pieced together again in an instant. The windows of the room were closed again, and chaotic pale light poured into the room through the window gaps, falling on the somewhat stunned Agatha.
A subordinate came over and waited until Agatha put away the potion bottle before asking, "Did you find any clues
A guard who was in charge of the downstairs came in and said, "Sir, the lady is awake."
That young Sen'jin is awake
The subordinate obviously noticed Agatha's concealment, but as an experienced guard, he didn't ask anything, just nodded and went back to work.
For safety reasons, she did not mention the term "Fire Usurper" to her subordinates.
Agatha immediately put aside her thoughts and quickly rushed to the first floor, where she saw Galoni who had just woken up from her sleep.
All kinds of complicated and confusing lines were entangled in her mind.
She shook her head, raised her hand to put her eyeball back into its socket, and at the same time picked up her cane and waved it gently, dispersing the pale flames that outlined the octagon on the floor.
In an instant, the spirit world faded, the sounds returned, and colors filled her vision again. She returned to the scene where the defenders were busy, and her subordinates were still working tensely and orderly around her.
This word obviously has power, and even points directly to extremely deep knowledge. I don’t know what will happen if I say it directly - it’s best to go back and research the literature first.
This sturdy lady with stone-like skin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of soothing herbal tea prepared by the pastor himself, and looking at the coffee table in front of her in a trance. It was not until Agatha sat down opposite her and tapped the table gently that she reacted slowly.
"Hello, my name is Qian Huansha, you should know me," the young gatekeeper said, while carefully observing the situation of the person opposite, "Do you know what happened?"
"My name is Galoni."
The female apprentice holding the herbal tea said with a vague look in her eyes, as if she had not yet completely woken up from her sleep. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gatekeeper, my mind is still a mess. I feel like I had a very long dream. In the dream, I kept solving math problems and proving them over and over again. All my learning experiences from childhood to adulthood have never been so tiring..."
"Solve math problems?" Agatha was stunned for a moment, then asked with a thoughtful expression, "Do you remember how you fell into a deep sleep? Who did you receive or what did you do before you fell into a deep sleep?"
Memory overwriting, deep sleep, and "solving math problems", these sound... a bit like the powers wielded by the clergy of the God of Wisdom.
But the God of Wisdom
As one of the two great gods, why would his priests do such a thing
Galoni frowned slightly, as if she was trying very hard to recall. However, after half a minute, she shook her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I don't even remember everything from yesterday afternoon to now. If it weren't for the reminders of these guardians, I wouldn't even know... Something happened at home."
"Excuse me..." Galoni looked at the gatekeeper in front of her nervously. Although he looked very young, she was still uneasy in front of the highest-level church spokesperson in the city-state. "My teacher, is he okay?"
Agatha was stunned for a moment.
"Your teacher?" Agatha asked in confusion.
"He should be upstairs. His name is Brown Scott," Galoni explained quickly. "I just woke up and was a little confused. I forgot to tell him that he needs quiet...