Dong Zheng and Wang Ailun have quietly touched the second floor of the castle.
There were not many people in the whole castle. Dong Zheng wanted to go to the kitchen to take a look at Dong Linhai's situation, but he had to go through the entire hall from the storage room to the kitchen, which would easily disturb the dozing maid, and there was a handyman lizard carrying a bucket. Go in, the risk factor is too high.
After weighing it, he went up to the second floor without hesitation and went to find the Pied Piper.
The old castle is too big, and it is very easy to get lost, but fortunately, it seems to be the exclusive territory of the flute player, and there are no servants.
Behind the third door in the corridor on the right is the bathroom. When the two passed by, they heard the sound of water inside, and the flute player, who had just returned from outside, was taking a bath.
According to the setting in almost all literary and artistic works that the magician will always bring his magical instrument with him, the flute player will definitely not let the flute leave him easily, after all, it is the most important thing to him.
As a script specially set up for novices, the difficulty of the box is so low that it is outrageous. Under normal circumstances, how could a magician with high mana and a weak body not set up heavy formations and restrictions in his own nest, and can be killed by Dong Linhai? After the handyman and the chef, the other people who woke up one after another began to plan to escape from the dungeon. Dong Zheng and Wang Ailun were wandering around on the second floor, still trying to steal
If the flute player thinks, with his ability, in the blink of an eye, all these people can die without any scum left.
The two listened outside for a while with bated breath, and decided to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to quickly search the flute player's bedroom.
They searched all over the second floor, tried pushing all the doors, but most of them couldn't open, and finally found the master bedroom at the far left of the corridor.
"My God, does the master live in such a remote place? Is he crazy?" Wang Ailun opened the door carefully and complained.
Although I have only known Wang Ailun for two hours, but there is a friendship between life and death, Dong Zheng also relaxed a little in front of him: "If I were that flute player, I would definitely come back to you: this is my home, I can live wherever I want. ."
The bedroom is a person's most private space, and the decoration in it can infer the owner's character to a certain extent. The bedroom has a large space. In the center is a typical medieval bed. Layers of drapes are tied to the bedpost, and the silk-embroidered quilt is neatly spread out. On the nightstand were silver candlesticks and drinking glasses, with an open window on the wall directly above.
In addition to a large wardrobe against the right-hand wall, the rest of the bedroom is occupied by various books. These books were piled up on the floor and in the corners of the walls, so that the two people who entered the bedroom had no place to rest for a while.
"I'm going, it's too scary, there are so many books." Wang Ailun picked up a copy, with "Advanced Alchemy III" written on the cover, the content... Well, he couldn't understand it.
He opened another book, "The Mystery of the Lobes and Alchemy - The Origin of Dark Magic".
… what is this all about.
"The castle is so big, he should have a special study room. These books may only be read before he goes to bed." Dong Zheng stepped over a few stacks of books and reached the bedside. There was a sheepskin under the water glass on the bedside table. Paper, the pattern on it is very familiar to him—
It was the formation on the parchment scroll in the cellar.
It's just that this is an unfinished formation. Compared with the one on the parchment scroll, there are several vacancies in the most complicated places.
When Dong Zheng was in the cellar, he felt that the information on the parchment scroll might be used. He memorized the pattern carefully, and he still remembers it now.
There is a quill next to it, which is convenient to complete at any time, but Dong Zheng did not start writing immediately, but asked in his heart: [Do you know what this formation does?]
The annotations on the parchment scroll were in Latin, and he really couldn't understand it. If this formation's completion and activation would have any negative effects, it would be bad.
Don't act rashly.
The teenager in the prisoner's space was silent for a moment: [This formation can borrow power from the time controller. If he wants, you can temporarily gain the ability to manipulate time and temporarily store it in the palm of your hand.]
Dong Zheng didn't expect Cui Zuojing to really answer. After all, this is just a low-level box. No matter how powerful Cui Zuojing is, it is impossible for him to know any small formation.
But he really knew.
That being the case, Dong Zheng felt welcome and asked, "What if he doesn't want to?"]
[The person who activates the formation will suffer backlash, and the stronger the formation, the more serious the backlash. ] Cui Zuojing said: [But now you can use it freely, the time master of the pure white world is still trapped in chaos, and now no matter who borrows power from him, he can only agree.]
so. Dong Zheng kept what Cui Zuojing said firmly in his heart. He dipped the ink with a quill pen and completed the formation stroke by stroke according to the pattern in his memory.
In the eerie environment of the cellar, he can still remember complex patterns for a short period of time, which not only shows that Dong Zheng has a good memory, but also reflects some other things.
Cui Zuojing, who was passively bound to him because of the blood contract, became more and more satisfied.
This is the first time this talent has officially entered the box and has such a performance, much better than he was at the beginning.
Of course, there may be issues of age and real-world experience that play a role, but it is undeniable that Dong Zheng is definitely a good seedling.
Wang Ailun leaned over to look at it. Because it couldn't be changed, Dong Zheng had to think for a while every time he made a stroke. He was sure that this was the way to draw it. After nearly five minutes, the last line of the formation finally connected everything.
A faint yellow light emerged from the pattern and slowly rose. After stagnant in the air for a few seconds, it flowed to Dong Zheng's palm, leaving the outline of the formation on it.
The moment the formation was attached to his palm, Dong Zheng knew how to use it correctly.
[Fingerprints of Cronos]
Function: It can suspend the time of all except the user (including but not limited to objects and spiritual bodies) for ten seconds. It can only be used once and cannot be taken out of the box.
How to use: Inspiration.
Note: Who stole a fingerprint that Cronus left unintentionally
Time, one of the five basic elements of the pure white world.
The power of time that was firmly sealed in the sea of consciousness was taken away. Although it was only as small as the earth and gravel, as the nominal master of this power, Cui Zuojing still clearly felt it.
The boy sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and stroked the wrist of his right hand, and three seals were faintly revealed.
At the last moment of the pilgrimage that year, the five members of their team were selected by the five elements of time, space, body, dream, and chaos, and gained the ability to control them.
But the queen set a curse, so that instead of being able to use them freely, they became prisoners of these elements under the seal.
It was this curse that made the "time prisoner" Cui Zuojing's time forever frozen at the age of sixteen - the moment he left the pure white world and returned to the real world. "Body Prisoner" Victor is forever trapped in a cat's body.
Eight years have passed without leaving any traces on Cui Zuojing's body. He watched his sister, who was five years younger than him, grow a little bit bigger than him. His parents' hair was gradually graying, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. He was the only one. The appearance of sixteen years old.
Because of this, the family had to move every two years to a place where no one knew them, and Cui Zuojing also changed from "older brother" to "younger brother" and was introduced to a new neighbor.
Finally, Cui Zuojing no longer wants his family to run around and hide because of him. With Victor getting old, he returns to this nightmare, just to get rid of the fate that should not have been suffered by them and end everything.
Also... Let's see how old friends Fu Zhe, Luo Lan, and Chi Li and Nana are still trapped here.
He found Fu Zhe's lost soul fragment. The situation was not good. If he was not mistaken, this fragment was Fu Zhe's "goodwill".
Cui Zuojing can't imagine what Fu Zhe will be like who has lost his conscience, morality and kindness.
After obtaining the formation rune, the two searched the bedroom again, and found nothing of value other than a pile of books with curious contents.
There is a Latin, Hebrew and English translation in the book on the ground. According to the script, if the participants wanted to know the Latin content on the parchment, they should have found the book and translated it little by little before the flute player came back. text above.
This must require the visitor to find the parchment in the cellar and write down the contents on it. It is a very test of memory and is the easiest way to steal the flute. Regardless of the negative effects, it is not impossible to directly and recklessly complete the formation, but the consequences of that depend on luck.
If this array is not obtained, participants can use other methods - such as relying on the amulet and the flute player's hard bar to ensure that they are not controlled by the magic flute.
But with Cui Zuojing helping to solve the problem, everything was avoided.
Guessing that the flute player was about to come back from washing, Dong Zheng and Allen hurriedly left the bedroom, preparing to find a suitable time to activate the formation and steal the flute during the pause. They waited for a while at the corner of the promenade on the second floor, and they saw the Pied Piper who had finished bathing come out of the bathroom and walked slowly towards the bedroom.
The flute player has taken off his outermost colored robe and is wearing a hat, so he can see his face more clearly now.
This is a handsome young man with a very restrained appearance, but his slightly ordinary face is stained with a bit of strangeness because of the two tear moles, which can be remembered at once. Around his waist was the flute that must be used to cast spells.
Before entering this box, Dong Zheng skimmed over the "Survival Manual of Pure White World" sent to him by the facilitator Clown. It said that people who died in the Pure White World would not disappear immediately, but had the opportunity to become prisoners and managers. Or or npc, if they die again, they will become the monster in the box.
Just like Henry.
If the monster dies, it is truly dead.
Therefore, whether it is the clown, Cui Zuojing or the Pied Piper in front of him, he should have been one of the pilgrims during his lifetime.
The only difference may be that the only prisoners who can keep the memories of the past are prisoners. Those who become managers or NPCs after death will forget everything in the past.
At this time, Dong Zheng did not know that Cui Zuojing was an outlier among all the prisoners.
The two people hiding in the corner were discussing how to steal the flute, but they heard the noise in the hall downstairs. It seemed like a split second. Suddenly the quiet castle boiled.
"Quickly hand over its spear and sword!"
"Cut its tail off!"
"There's someone else here—Gan! Why are they all lizards! Where the hell is this!"
what happened? !
Looking at Alan with a face full of "WTF", Dong Zheng frowned and quietly stuck his head out from behind the railing.
The author has something to say: Note: 1. Cronus: the second-generation king of the gods in ancient Greek mythology, one of the twelve Titan gods, in charge of time.