Opolia happily signed a confidentiality contract.
Rosen didn't deliberately sway people's appetite, and directly told Germination. Opleia was a little disapproving at first, until he recognized the classification of mysterious things, and he was speechless.
After experiencing a series of expressions of consternation and spiritual struggles, Opulia's emotions finally calmed down.
"...I suddenly regret signing this contract." Opulia rubbed his temples, which had begun to swell. Even if he didn't predict anything now, he could sense a boundless malice that enveloped him.
"When you know about Germination, there is no chance to regret it." Rosen said lightly.
"I understand." Opulia took a deep sigh and slowly faced the reality from helplessness: "What does the Lord of the City want me to do?"
"You should know, I want to know more about Germination."
Opelia nodded: "Okay, I'll try."
Having said that, Opria walked slowly to the center of the hall, her expression looked solemn, and she was chanting words, as if she was chanting some secret spell. However, if you listen carefully, you will find that Opalia's soft whispers are all such as "Why can't I think of it, I signed a confidentiality contract?", "I know that the more I know, the more dangerous it is, but I survived. Going this way, I regret it!”…
In addition to these regretful words, the gap was also mixed with some inexplicable complaints.
For example: "Why is this floor half stone and half metal today, is it being decorated?", "Is this the decorative style of zebra horses, when did the city owner's aesthetic become so strange?", "The metal floor used to be bright and bright. You can see the bottom of a person's skirt, how good, why bother to change it?"
Angel was speechless when he heard it, but Rosen, who was on the opposite side, and Antonio, who was projected by the communicator, looked calm.
Antonio even told Angel intimately: "It's not usually like this in Opria, but when he's nervous, he likes to talk nonsense."
After the "nervous" Opolia walked to the center of the hall, he took a deep breath and raised the wooden staff in his hand.
At this time, his babbling finally stopped.
He saw a sudden change in his aura, and a mysterious and mysterious aura began to escape from the top of the wooden staff in his hand.
Under this breath, Opleia is like a prophet from ancient times, standing on the barren cliff of time, thinking about the direction of the future.
When the aura of Opulia became stronger and stronger, the entire metal hall seemed to have turned into a chaotic universe.
Opelia stands at the center of the universe, surrounded by bright stars.
When the breath reached the highest point, Opulia slammed the wooden stick on the ground, and with a "dong" sound, a large number of rippling air waves began to diffract outwards.
At the same time, the stars began to fall, and the universe returned to darkness and chaos. The entire hall suddenly became pitch black, and in this boundless darkness, a rushing sound suddenly appeared.
From small to grand.
It's like a rushing river, surging in the dark to the unknown distance.
Although Angel couldn't see it, he knew that this might be the embodiment of fate. Undoubtedly, what Opulia believes in should be the long river of fate among the three major divisions of the prophecy system.
This rushing sound continued for a long time, and finally, in a sigh that came from no one's mouth, the darkness was over, and the light came back.
After being immersed in the mysterious aftertaste for a long time, Opria finally raised her head.
"What did you see?" Rosen asked.
Opryia shook her head gently, with a helpless, wry smile on her face: "I didn't see anything."
"Nothing to see? What's going on?"
Oplya put the wooden stick on her lap and sat down directly on the spot: "I went directly to find clues about Germination, no way; I narrowed the scope and wanted to find information about Germination's believers, but fate still did not give guidance; I once again Narrow down, put the exploration area in the southern region and the country of Yirong, and fate remains indifferent."
"Then, I used a special method to find nodes with clues in the loop of fate. Unfortunately, I still found nothing."
Opryia tried almost all the methods she could think of, including the most clumsy future exhaustive method in prophecy, but did not explore even a little bit of information.
"As long as the content related to Germination is covered by a thick layer of black mist that cannot be dissolved, it is impossible to see clearly, and..." Opria paused, with a solemn expression: " Moreover, as soon as I probe into the fog, I will fall into a strange state of daze. If this state of daze lasts for a few more seconds, I feel that my mental power will be irreversibly polluted. "
This is the first time that Opleia has encountered such a bizarre situation in prophecy.
This kind of pollution that directly acts on the spirit is like there is a will that exists in the dark, preventing everyone from exploring the secrets of the bud.
After listening to Opulia's words, Rosen's face became even heavier.
He actually thought about it from the beginning, whether or not prophecy doesn't work. Because he knows very well that mysterious things are very special, any exploration-like spells acting on mysterious things may fail, and even the naked eye, light, and energy will be deflected by mysterious things.
Almost every mystery will deflect, weaken or even ignore the rules.
Prophecy is no exception.
However, Rosen thought that as long as the Germination body was not involved and simply looking for Germination believers, there should be no situation, but it backfired. All the people and things related to Germination are covered up.
"This kind of terrifying effect is worthy of being out of control." Antonio whispered.
Angel also nodded. He now understands why some people believe in the God of Germination. As long as you believe in it, you can be covered by a disordered mysterious force field, like a kind of "shelter" bestowed by God, which does have some religious flavor.
Here, things seem to have reached a deadlock. There is no way to find the budding believers, let alone exterminate or expel them.
What should I do
When everyone was looking for a way, Opulia used a "lucky choice technique", which was a technique evolved from "choose one for good luck" and belonged to the school of asking the bell. Opulia wants to change the way, not to find the answer directly, but to find the solution to the problem on the surface
How to solve a troubled heart
However, after using it, Opria did not feel any heart throbbing, it is estimated that the lucky selection technique failed.
Opria shook her head, but she wasn't too disappointed. Anyway, he just tried it casually, and didn't really think he could get feedback.
However, just when nothing could be done, a breeze blew in from the open window.
This breeze blew into the hall and didn't attract everyone's attention until it blew up a piece of vellum paper on the experimental bench with a fluffed edge, which attracted the attention of Angel and Rosen.
The vellum was flying in the air, and a simple symbol on the vellum could be clearly seen.
On the "ya" and the next "one".
What did Angel and Rosen think of almost at the same time when they saw this pattern drawn with graceful brushstrokes
"Siman!"