Bo Ni Ya was sitting beside her in a daze, wandering away, Hao Ren's sudden words startled her, this little saint who was far from mature was as easy to lose her mind as any child at her age. After Hao Ren repeated his request, Bo Niya quickly jumped up and ran into a small room behind the temple. After a while of rummaging, she carefully held a small pottery jar walked out.
As mentioned earlier, the daily life of people in this world is closely related to various spices. Spices are not only a kind of living materials, but also involve religion, folk customs, etiquette and other aspects. Different types of spices are used in different occasions, some are used to worship the gods, some are used to cleanse oneself, and some are used in the baptism of newborns. The small jar that Bernia brought contained some off-white powder, which she made by herself, baked with various herbs and magic. Hao Ren took some of this powder and felt a strong smell like licorice. He took out the data terminal: "Analyze it."
"A small amount of ingredients that can affect the development of brain nerves can exert an influence on the early brain development of young children, reduce creative thinking ability and..." the data terminal said, circling around Bernia to determine the physiological details of human beings in this world, "And the tendency to independently criticize reality. But it does not affect intelligence and genetic factors. All in all, this is something that can make people 'obedient'. It is not brilliant, but if it is applied to everyone in large quantities, it can almost Ensure the stagnation of the entire civilization. Of course, these potions alone are not enough, and a whole education system is needed, and I believe the tribes here have already done it."
Hao Ren frowned: "Is this a protective measure?"
"If it is placed on ordinary civilization, this should be a crime, but here it is indeed some kind of protection," the data terminal floated up and down, "the underground space of this world is not rich, and the entire planet has no energy source—no sun, The energy stored in the planet itself is extremely limited. You should know how quickly a highly developed human society can consume the lifespan of a planet. So the human civilization here has been stagnated, and the purpose should be to extend the life of the entire ecosystem.”
"The goddess taught you to make this kind of spice?" Hao Ren asked Bo Niya, pointing to the small pot. The latter glanced at Vivienne quickly, and nodded his head a few times. Vivienne continued to look bitter and bitter: "... just take it as me who taught you."
Hao Ren thought for a while, put the spices aside, and continued to read the diaries left by Beatrice. The witch is a scholar with a spirit of exploration, which is very different from those colleagues of her era who only knew the power of fighting for power and the power of antiquities. The records left by her describe her research in this world at length Discover. She even left drawings: drawings depicting ancient things recorded on stone tablets by the Fire and Mountain Tribes. Beatrice thought that these things should still be buried deep in the ground, and she mentioned some of her unfulfilled expedition plans:
"... There should still be many ruins left in the depths of the earth. I found that there are abnormal cracks around some Pillars of Eternity, and these cracks lead to the ground like deliberately left passages. However, the Pillars of Eternity themselves are the gods of this world. Traces', the locals believe that these pillars are the arms of giants, and going deep into the foundation of the pillars will make the giant itchy, which in turn will cause the sky to collapse, so I can only give up...
"The tribe of fire seems to be a magical nation called 'Erbyseus' in ancient times. They are good at making flame-driven machines and magic equipment. I have recovered some things from their stone books. Drawings are in…”
Many of the later parchments began to record Beatrice's archaeological discoveries. She also mentioned some of the ancient heritage that clan members still preserve today. Hao Ren flipped through these things casually, while Bernia next to him began to doze off while sitting down. The little saint was blowing snot bubbles as if no one was there, her upper body was dangling uncontrollably. A round pie-shaped pendant she hung around her neck thus continuously refracted golden light in the light of the phlogiston lamp. Heatherana's eyes were suddenly attracted by this round cake, and she woke up Bonia: "Little girl, let me see your pendant."
The little saint hurriedly took off the pendant around her neck and handed it to Heatherana.
Heatherana originally thought it was a metal cake for decoration, but when she got it, she realized that it was a thing with a degree of precision beyond imagination. The perfectly circular "pendant" is about the size of a pocket watch. The surface is engraved with complex and delicate patterns as if laser-etched, and the ends of some patterns are inlaid with fine crystals that have been worn out. Heatherana touched a button next to the metal pie while flipping through the thing, and the device popped open, revealing the delicate mechanical structure and circuits inside, and some symbols were engraved on the inside of its cover And the text, Vivienne looked over curiously, and deciphered what was written on it through the translation plug-in:
"National Great Library-Erbyseus Archivist Key-Can Replace Universal Identity Card"
"This is an ancient sacred object." Bernia wiped off the snot bubbles and said seriously. "It has been passed down from generation to generation by the saintesses. The incarnation of the spirit of knowledge resides on this one, as well as the will of the goddess."
"It's an exquisite alchemy tool that mixes the principles of mechanics and magic," Heatherana gently stroked the lines inside the ancient key with her fingers. Although its exterior has been worn out, the interior is still well preserved. "The underground is probably Is there a relic that goes with it?"
On the other hand, Hao Ren was flipping through the last few manuscripts, and Beatrice's record was coming to an end. She left these things in the last years of her life, when her body had been afflicted with all kinds of strange ailments, and she realized that her time was numbered, and the closer to the end of the manuscript, the more frequently she And clearly mentioned that his own death was imminent.
"...my time is running out, the more frequently I use magic and herbs to suppress the pain, the more intense it will rebound. My body cannot adapt to many substances in this world, and now these accumulated 'toxins' are about to kill me I've already said goodbye to Mobeka (the tribal saint), she still can't accept this fact, but fate is impermanent, who can fight against it
"... Interestingly, when I was nearing death, I began to miss my hometown. Although that world was going through the most difficult period, witches and wizards were suffering from unspeakable horrors, but they died alone in this distant place. A foreign land does not seem to be a very good thing. Recently, I have frequently recalled things and acquaintances in my hometown, so that the deciphering of ancient documents at hand has also stalled. I may have become vulnerable, but in these last days, no one Demanding that a witch in distress must be strong...
"…Baptiste, forgive me for not bringing up your name until it's finally all over, but I do think about you a lot and I miss you so much that I don't even dare to put your name anywhere Or tell anyone, because every time I hear that name it just makes me realize how far apart we really are. Maybe you're still looking for me? How I wish I could be with you now Dialogue, the only thing I want to tell you right now is—stay away from this place.
"There is no hope here, there is nothing here, this world is a chaotic space where there is no return, the knowledge I have taught you is far from enough to deal with the danger here, so please don't come to me."
The manuscript ends here.
In the last few chapters of the parchment, Beatrice's records are already a little messy, and it's even a little confusing to distinguish between reality and delusion. These things were not written all at once, but she spent a year intermittently reviewing her experience here in the past ten years, so the last few parchments should reflect Beatrice's bad state at that time. But no matter how messy the text is, its meaning remains unmistakable:
This is why Baptiste is looking for the second layer of Purgatory at all costs.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from outside the temple, and then a tribal warrior with red paint on his face broke in suddenly: "My lord goddess, my lord saint, the sentry caught a person of unknown origin in the wilderness."
(I set off in the afternoon to attend a classmate’s wedding in other places, and I will be back in about two days. This chapter will be updated earlier.) (To be continued~^~)