The style of the robe worn by the woman is very ordinary. In addition, the woman's feet are a pair of black boots with upturned toes, and she wears a wide-brimmed pointed hat on her head. Jenkins couldn't see her face. There was nothing covering her face, but Jenkins couldn't see it clearly.
Her appearance didn't bring any abnormalities, except that she couldn't make people see her face clearly, and she didn't even bring any mental pressure or discomfort to Jenkins. But he understands that this is the calamity born in the second era-[Mythical Witch], a terrible guy who can use power through those born in the first story.
"Since you became a god, we haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"
Her first sentence startled Jenkins, he had never heard that the sage was actually related to the ancient beast of disaster.
"You broke the agreement, why do you want to enter the material world at this time?"
"First of all, I have not entered the material world, this is just a strange place."
The woman's voice was unusually pleasant, just like the descending sage looked like an ordinary girl, the mythical witch who appeared on the stage also looked like an ordinary witch.
"Second, since another epoch of the physical world has come to an end, it is natural for me to collect and compile new myths. Is there any better way than getting involved in it myself?"
The woman asked, Ovia did not continue the conversation according to the other party's thinking:
"Open the door and let the savior go on. Like me, according to the rules, you should not interfere with the end of the era."
"I, like you, did not interfere with the end of the era. I just used part of my power. Otherwise, do you think he could bring you?"
While talking, the woman took out a book and a quill pen from the air, and read out the content born in her pen while writing:
"[The Oath of the Book]
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A miracle used by those who have a bond with ancient books.
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Can slowly gain the power of recorded knowledge.
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It is said that this is the story of the God of Books and the God of Lies. "
After finishing writing, close the book again:
"Is there any better way than getting involved in person? What is going on now is the myth itself. Regardless of whether the savior of the eighteenth century succeeds or fails in the end, this story is enough to become a new myth. My responsibility, It is to record the legends and stories of this world and preserve the power of the past."
Inexplicably, Jenkins really felt that the other party had created a new ability called [Book Oath].
"I… "
Jenkins tried to speak, but the woman started writing again:
"[False suggestion]
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A miracle for those who yearn for truth.
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Able to get advice from unknown beings.
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For the God of Lies, one needs to know two things.
He never lies, don't believe anything he says.
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Therefore, so-called advice is nothing but false consolation. "
After she finished writing, she tore off the piece of paper and threw it under the stage. The paper fluttered through the dark space, and when it was about to fall into Jenkins' hands, Ovia reached out to catch the paper.
"The beasts of calamity in the first three epochs are different from the beasts of calamity that followed. They are not just disasters, but also the embodiment of world rules. To a certain extent, they complement the original world. The world tree of the first era, The width, thickness, and breadth of the world have been enhanced; the mythical witches of the second era have continuously summarized the power of the birth of the world; the land of the end of the third era has truly determined the rules of life and death in the world.
This one before us can codify the power of yesteryear under the power system of any era. Corresponding to the bestower system, she can bypass all restrictions, create brand new abilities from mythology, and let this power pass down. "
Ovia shook the paper page in her hand that recorded the [False Suggestion]:
"Once you get this piece of paper, then the magical ability unique to your believer will really appear. She will never lay traps on the myths she made up, but you must know that if you take her things, She will definitely ask for something in return."
"forget about it."
Jenkins shook his head immediately, and Ovia threw the page out, and the page fluttered back to the hands of the black-robed woman on the stage. She stretched out her fingers to grab the page:
"I am the one who compiles the myth. As long as it is compiled by me, it will not exist and cannot be used. Even if he does not touch this paper, sooner or later he will obtain this power by himself."
Clipping the pages back into his book, Jenkins asked:
"So what are you going to do? I can see that you don't want to kill me, and you don't seem interested in stopping me, so what exactly are you going to do?"
"I just want to observe, the biggest accident since the birth of the world."
She closed her book and pointed to the aisle to the left of the third row of seats:
"You can leave now."
The white light door is formed, which is undoubtedly the door to leave.
Jenkins didn't move, and looked at Ovia who was beside him, the smile on the latter's face was still so gentle:
"Leave first, and leave it to me. After everything is over, if you have any questions, I will answer you. And... this time, you can't leave suddenly."
"Phynny and Louise..."
The smile on Ovia's face grew stronger:
"They'll be all right, maybe they'll be back sooner than you."
No one spoke as Jenkins nodded, picked up his things, and walked to the door. Until Jenkins really got into that door, the mythical witch on the stage did not stop him.
"So, what exactly are you here for?"
After Jenkins left this world completely, Ovia asked this question again.
"I've already said that I'm here to witness, to witness the myth of the Eighteenth Century. Ovia, do you still remember the first time we met? You asked me for strength, to find people who didn't exist at all, I I have given you strength, and the reward you ask for is that when the person you are looking for appears, you can witness the myth he created with you."
"If you want to witness the story of the end of the era, there is no need to end it in person in the eighteenth century."
"Ovia, you are no longer that mortal girl. Could it be that you, who have personally participated in all this, don't know what I really want to see?"
The witch sneered and said:
"The world tree was born with the birth of the world. In theory, it is absolutely impossible to have a second world tree. But now the second world tree has really appeared. Although it is only a seedling, it is indeed a genuine second tree. World tree. What does this represent? The sage who has been watching all this, the sage who holds that power in his hand, will not understand? You are a god of personality and a god of nature. When you are in the sky, you are pure rules the personification of , and when you set foot on the earth, you are the mortal girl who seeks that which does not exist.
You definitely understand the meaning of his appearance better than I do. After all, apart from that cat, you are the oldest love. "