"Silver Spoon. I've been waiting for the Silver Spoon to come."
The master and the disciple looked at each other, and from each other's expressions they could see that they had no knowledge of the unfamiliar term "Silver Spoon".
"The true holder of the Silver Key will not receive the key until the year you humans call 1915. It is still too early for you."
①
Master Arnold and his apprentice were already confused by the huge amount of information. The existence before them actually predicted what would happen thirty-six years later, which was something that even the most powerful prophet in the Bureau of Investigation could not do.
"Hehe, thirty-six years is nothing. I know everything that happened before you humans were born, and even... Never mind, I can't tell you that yet."
Umr, who seemed to be a bit talkative, aroused Jobtran's curiosity.
Jobtrul bowed to Umr, who was wearing a veil, which was a sign of respect for the wise and necessary etiquette.
"May I ask Mr. Umr, have you been here since the beginning of the world?"
Arnold glared at Jobtran. This question would obviously shake the records in the Holy Light Scripture and overturn all the beliefs in the Holy Light Scripture. In theory, this was a question that was extremely disrespectful to the Holy Light.
"Oh, interesting question. I didn't really appear at the time of creation, but after creation, but before creation as you said. So your question is a pseudo-proposition. Well, I like this word very much."
Umr answered Jobtran's questions in a mysterious way, and seemed to be very interested in the conversation.
"By the way, the item in your mind is of no use to me. As long as I want to leave, I can leave anytime and anywhere. I am just waiting here to complete my mission and will not threaten the mortals above."
Umr answered the thought that just flashed through Arnold's mind. For it, it didn't care about these things on the power level.
The shock on Arnold's face betrayed his panic, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and regained his composure. He asked,
"If you can read minds, why would you let us talk?"
Umr spread his hands and said, "Because I'm bored, no one has talked to me for a long time.
Those who have come to see me are either crazy, or know the secret of the door and try to force their way through but are killed by the door's power, or challenge me and are brainwashed by me. There are very few who can communicate normally like you. Of course, this is only possible when I have restrained my power. "
Jobtran pulled the muscles on his face. He seemed to know where the twisted human figures on the stalactites came from, but this was just his guess. After thinking about it for a while, Jobtran found the loophole in Ulm's words, so he organized his words and asked Ulm again,
"You mentioned that someone had been here before, but why is there no legend about you in the world? A powerful person like you should be deified and have a large number of believers, right?"
Umr was silent for the first time. After a moment, Umr said meaningfully,
"Don't explore too much of the unknown. The legends in this world are not necessarily true, and in the face of reality, there is no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong, and there is no such thing as logic. Those who peeper will surely bring about their own destruction."
After saying this, Umr flew into the air. The light grey fabric on his body moved without wind, and his outline began to become unstable.
When this strange change happened, it pointed its finger in the direction of Arnold and said to Jobtran,
"Let's go, mortal. Lead your mentor away. He has forgotten everything here, but you have your mission. Driven by fate, you will come here again, but you must keep secret everything that happened today. Even if you have the idea of revealing it, you will die suddenly. Do you understand? As compensation, I will give you knowledge, which is currently sealed in your mind. You will naturally remember it when you need it."
Jobutran slowly fell into Jobutran's arms, and the crutch he had been holding tightly fell to the ground, making a clear echo in the vast space.
Joet Brown nodded to Umr, carried Arnold on his back, and bent down to pick up the crutches that Arnold had dropped on the ground.
"I'll be waiting for you here, wise mortal."
When Jobtran picked up the crutches, he realized that he and Arnold had returned to the pulpit in the church without realizing it.
The secret passage disappeared as if it had never existed.
"Perhaps it is just hiding in another dimension, waiting for the holder of the Silver Key to arrive before it will reappear?"
Jobtran thought to himself.
"Ah, Captain, what are you doing?" Tristene's voice came from the side.
Tristana hurriedly stepped forward to help Jobtran support the unconscious Arnold, and then they worked together to put Arnold on a bench nearby.
Jobtran first placed Arnold's crutches next to the bench, then patted his head and let out a long sigh.
"Captain, what happened to our mentor?" Tristana asked with an anxious look on her face.
"He just fell asleep. He will probably wake up soon. Don't worry too much." Jobtran said uncertainly.
"So what exactly happened to you here?" Tristana asked kindly.
Joe Butran shook his head and thought to himself, "Silly boy, I can't tell you."
Seeing Jobtran's embarrassed expression, Tristana did not ask any further questions and chose to remain silent.
"You must remember that nothing happened here." Jobtran said earnestly.
Tristana nodded blankly. Although he was curious, he still knew his limits.
"Joe Butler never hides anything from me. This must be something very important. In that case, I'll keep it a secret."
Tristana thought to herself.
Arnold on the side slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the church's gorgeous stained glass windows and exquisitely crafted chandeliers with some hesitation.
He stretched out his hands, touched his face to make sure he was not dreaming, then slowly sat up.
"Master, are you okay?" Tristana asked hurriedly.
"It's okay. Just a little headache." Arnold responded.
"Joe Butler, have I forgotten something important?" Arnold turned to ask Job Butler who was standing beside him.
He could sense that Jobtran had something to do with what he had forgotten, but he couldn't put his finger on it for a moment.
Joe Butran's heart trembled, and he almost answered the question instinctively, but after he came to his senses, he chose to remain silent.
He lowered his head and stamped his feet lightly.
From Arnold's understanding of Jobtran, he rarely makes unnecessary movements.
"This is a hint." Arnold read this message from Jobtran's actions and then analyzed it.
"Joe Butran did not answer my question directly, but chose to hint at it, which means that he knew what had just happened to us, but he could not say it due to some restrictions."
Arnold is indeed an old hand. He guessed Jobtran's current difficulties just from a small stomping of his feet.
"Joe Butler, did you bring a cigar, you little brat?" Arnold said something that made Joe Butler look at him sideways.
"Yes."
"You did bring it, take a couple of puffs." Arnold's sudden statement made Tristene a little confused, but the smart Jobtran understood the hint of his mentor.
Joe Brown took out a whole cigar from his arms, put it in his mouth, struck a match and lit it, but Joe Brown did not smoke the cigar immediately, but kept it in his mouth.
"Your name is Joet Brown G. Rossat?"
Jobtran took a light puff and blew out a smoke ring.
"You are a woman."
Joe Butron blew out two smoke rings in succession.
Tristenay, who was standing nearby, had already understood the two's intentions. Since Jobtran was unable to explain what had happened for some reason, he used smoke rings to represent yes or no.
"Do you know what happened?" Arnold asked.
A smoke ring slowly flew into the air.
"Did we just go down?"
Another smoke ring dissipated in the air.
"Is there any danger?"
Joe Butron was stunned, then he pinched the cigar between his fingers and shook off the ash.
This action made Arnold narrow his eyes, but he immediately asked,
"Can it threaten our lives?"
After hearing this question, Jobtran suddenly had a headache. He immediately covered his head. He knew he couldn't answer any more.
This tricky method cannot conceal the existence of Umr. The headache at this moment is only temporary. If he continues to answer, destruction will come as Umr said.
"Captain! What's wrong with you?!" Tristene asked anxiously when he saw the change in Jobtran.
Jobutran gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, holding his head with both hands. It seemed as if there were millions of ants gnawing at his head. The severe pain stimulated Jobutran's nerves, and his eyes were already filled with bloodshot.
Fortunately, the pain was only fleeting, just a small warning, and Jobtran had already understood it.
After taking a few deep breaths, he stretched out his hand and gestured to the two of them to show that he was fine, but at the same time he put out the burning cigar.
Arnold saw this and understood Jobutran's difficulties. He patted Jobutran on the back and said,
"I'm sorry to embarrass you, kid. Since you can't tell me, I won't ask any more questions. I'll cancel the mission when I get back. If the higher-ups ask me, I'll just say I got nothing."
Joe Butran nodded, and after a short rest he returned to normal.
He stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his knees, and said hoarsely,
"Master, thank you very much. Xiao Cui, have you dealt with the following?"
Tristene nodded and responded, "It has been handled, but there are a lot of people in the church. Wouldn't it be abrupt to suddenly block it?"
Jobtran thought for a moment, then responded, "Just put a notice on the front door, saying there's a change in clergy and that internal repairs are needed. By the way, how much damage is there in total?"
Tristana's face darkened as she replied solemnly, "Nearly two hundred priest and clergy robes were found, and a lot of battle uniforms were burned. There are two hundred and sixty-three people on the register of the entire church."
After hearing this, Joe Butron gritted his teeth in hatred, "Damn You Dekao."