"Unless the Benedictine Monastery is a monastery composed of pseudo-believers, then many doubts become more reasonable."
Jobtrand made a statement that made both Bismarck and Nietzsche open their eyes wide.
Bismarck clapped his hands and said excitedly,
"This explains why that monk was sentenced to death for just a small crime!"
"Yes, according to the legend, in order to atone for his sins, the monk proposed that he would write the essence of human civilization overnight, otherwise he would endure the cruel punishment of being sealed in the wall. Then he prayed to the devil for strength to complete the book."
Master Nietzsche said slowly.
"Wall-sealing punishment? What kind of punishment is this? Why have I never heard of it?"
Bismarck asked with some confusion.
“It comes from the Latin word, inclusus, which originally meant enclosed.
The punishment involves tying up a living person and then building him into a wall. Due to lack of food and oxygen, the victim will soon die in the wall.
Master Nietzsche explained.
"Yes, Master Nietzsche is right. This is why I guess that this Benedictine monastery was not originally a monastery under the Holy Light."
Jobtran paused and continued,
“You have to know that this book was written during the time when the church was at its strongest, a time that modern people call the Dark Ages, when there were obviously more instruments of torture to choose from.
Why did they choose walling as a punishment? "
Bismarck thought about it and slapped his thigh.
“Yes, iron cage punishment, stoning, and even the iron maiden were all punishments invented in that era.
Compared to these cruel and bloody torture instruments, was the purpose of choosing a wall to seal the body was to keep it intact? "
Joe Boutron nodded.
"Mr. Bismarck, have you ever heard of a rat in the wall?"
Bismarck shook his head, but Nietzsche looked thoughtful. After a while, Nietzsche asked,
"What you said about the rat in the wall reminded me of a medieval legend.
It was a strange monastery located in Ying Country, known as Ikham Monastery.
It was a building that was a strange mixture of several different architectural styles.
It has several Gothic towers, but beneath them are Saxon or Roman structures, while the lower parts of the buildings show an even older style, or a mixture of several different styles.
Rumor has it that the foundations were of Roman, Druidic, or Welsh styles.”
Jobtran looked up at Master Nietzsche, did not interrupt him, and let him continue.
"It is said that this abbey is cursed and has been deserted since the reign of King James I of England.
According to local folklore, a horrific tragedy once occurred in this monastery.
The owner of the house, his five children, and several servants were killed, and many of the mysteries surrounding the tragedy remain unexplained.
All fears and anxieties pointed to the owner's third son, the 11th Baron Ykem, the only survivor.
He seemed to have been frightened of some kind, and he left the ancient building madly and didn't want to think about it again.
He later fled to northern Virginia, where he started a new family.
Before he died, his servant heard an incredible sentence: "Rat in the wall!"
"It seems that Master Nietzsche also knows something about these folk tales. Then I won't hesitate to tell you what I'm going to say next."
After listening to Master Nietzsche's introduction to the Rat in the Wall, Jobtran nodded slightly and said.
“I suspect that the legend of the rat in the wall was an accident caused by heresy.
The unheard-of strange creature, the rat in the wall, may be a creation of those unspeakable beings.
It may require a special ritual, which is most likely to be wall sealing."
As Joe Butron spoke, he wrote down several time points on a piece of white paper.
The papers read: 1) 13th century, Book of the Devil, 2) 14th century, Black Death, 3) 16th century, Legend of the Rat in the Wall.
“If we extrapolate from this point in time, the birth of the Devil’s Book is not accidental.
Heretical beliefs already existed before that. Assuming that the Benedictine Monastery belonged to heretics who believed in those unspeakable existences, then the birth of this book might be a revelation written by the so-called devil to the believers. We can also understand it as a code book. "
Joe Butran pointed to the time written on the paper and said.
"Through the information conveyed in the Devil's Book, heretics spread the Black Death, the most serious plague in the world, and drew people's attention to witches, which led to a large-scale witch hunt that lasted until the 17th century."
After Joe Butran finished speaking, he added two strokes next to time point two: witch hunt.
“In the 16th century, people living in Exham Abbey in England suffered an unknown tragedy, and according to documents, they all had marks of being bitten by rodents.
A strange legend of rats in the walls arose in the area, and this legend was formally mentioned in the last words of the dying 11th Baron Exham.
According to this logic, the heretical god believed in by Benedictine Monastery and Exham Monastery should be the same, and the lost eight pages we have been discussing before should be the message left by the heretical god to his believers. "
After saying the last sentence, Jobtran looked at Bismarck meaningfully, and Bismarck thought for a moment and nodded seriously.
"Master Nietzsche, do you want to know the truth about the world?"
Bismarck looked at Master Nietzsche seriously and asked.
Master Nietzsche did not respond immediately after hearing this. He rubbed his eyes and stood up.
He walked to the window, looked at the street vendors who were eagerly calling out their wares, looked at the bakers wiping their sweat in the bakery, and looked at the prosperity of Munich.
“The truth of the world is not important. What is more important is how to enable such humble lives as human beings to live well in this world.”
Master Nietzsche muttered to himself, then turned around and smiled slightly.
"I'd like to hear more about it."
Jobtran organized his words and said to Master Nietzsche,
"I cannot tell you where I come from, and I cannot explain it in too much detail, because what I am about to say is strictly prohibited by the Holy Light Society, the Society for the Savior of the World, and even the City Hall. But I am not an evil person, please believe me, Master Nietzsche."
"I can also testify for Jobtran on this point. At the same time, I hope you will listen to our conversation today and not reveal anything."
Bismarck echoed.
Nietzsche nodded and walked to the tea room to make himself a cup of fragrant coffee.
“Don’t worry, as a scholar, I know very well what I can and cannot say.
Just like the cod I had last night, it may fill my stomach but might give me diarrhea.
But some things I have said are not as simple as having diarrhea. I can't afford to lose my head.
Let our words remain in this room 302 and disappear after the cleaners clean up. "
“There are some ancient beings in this world that even humans cannot understand. They are Outer Gods, Old Ones, and Ancient Gods.
The beliefs we come into contact with in our daily lives, such as the Holy Light Church, the Ji Shi Hui, and Far Eastern Buddhism, are all beliefs that have developed locally.
It also means that there are more god-level beings in the world, and they also have corresponding groups of believers.
But in the eyes of the Holy Light Church and the Society for the Savior of the World, they are heretics.
And I believe that the faith in the Benedictine monastery is one of them, the embodiment of chaos, the creeping chaos.
There is only one person who will give back to his believers so enthusiastically. Let’s call him Naia for now, haha.”
As Joe Butran spoke, he recalled the documents he saw in the archives and chuckled twice.
“Naija often gives hope to mankind, and then watches people fall into despair again. He is a being with great evil taste.
I believe that the monk at the Benedictine Monastery must have been extremely desperate and almost crazy, and then Naia appeared, saved his life, and wrote the Devil's Bible. "
Master Nietzsche took a deep breath after hearing this, and asked tentatively,
"So what we are trying to solve is a trap set by Naya?"
Bismarck shook his head.
“It’s not that simple. To be honest, there are already two known heretical groups in Munihei.
The roar of gunfire you heard recently was the sound made by my Third Army when it was fighting against these two heretical groups.
The most puzzling and confusing thing is that one of the groups has always been low-key, but recently suddenly provoked the authorities and another heretical group at the same time.
And the opportunity, that is, the reason why they suddenly attacked, is exactly the answer we are looking for."
"We have reason to believe that the reason for their sudden attack is related to this Devil's Bible. Perhaps it is the contents of the eight missing pages, or perhaps they are hidden in the Devil's Bible in another way."
Joe Butran said.
"Is that the reason that makes you doubt the Devil's Bible?"
Master Nietzsche asked doubtfully.
Jobtran gave a bitter smile.
"I can't say. Just call it a hunch."
In fact, that was a hint given by Umr to Jobtrul, but Jobtrul could not reveal the existence of Umr.
"Well, in that case, why don't we think about the secret of the Devil's Bible from another perspective?"
Master Nietzsche spread his hands helplessly and came up with an interesting idea.
"Oh? What is it?"
asked Joe Butran.
"Since you mentioned before that this might be a code book, let's use the method of deciphering the ciphertext to see the order and format. This is what I wanted to say before."
Master Nietzsche flipped through the documents and began to write on paper.
"The Devil's Bible was written in Jaco. When the entire book is translated into other languages, there will inevitably be translation errors. Your copy is a rubbing of the original, so this problem can be avoided."
Master Nietzsche flipped through the dozens of pages of documents brought by Jobtran and copied down the first letters of each page.
An incomplete sentence appeared on the paper.
"Look, we don't need to worry about the missing eight pages. We just need to use the other pages to supplement the content and work backwards."
There was a sentence written on the paper:
"The end of the world is coming! A new cycle is about to begin! XXXXXXXX from underground is about to appear! The seeds have been sown! The guardians of the gate have been waiting for a long time, waiting for the arrival of the Silver Key! The world has entered a new chapter! Change! No! It won't change! Just a new beginning!"
Joe Butran slapped his head.
“Oh my god, I missed such an important and simple way of thinking.
Master Nietzsche is indeed a genius!"
Master Nietzsche shrugged his shoulders, but said seriously,
"Mr. Jobtran, it is clear that the eight missing pages contain a noun, or a name.
This sentence gave me an extremely uneasy feeling, as if someone had a knife on my neck. Damn, this description is not correct, but I believe you should understand what I mean. "
Jobtran nodded and said to Master Nietzsche,
"Master Nietzsche, I will do my best to prevent the disaster from happening. Thank you for your great help today.
I have some ideas that I need to go back and check, so I won't bother you any further.
If I have the chance, I will come to visit you in a private capacity."
After saying this, Jobtran stood up, bowed to Master Nietzsche, and began to tidy up the messy documents on the table.
Bismarck leisurely drank the tea in his cup, put it on the table, stood up and patted the wrinkles on his clothes.
"Well, I won't bother you any more. Master Nietzsche, I have nothing to repay you for, so I'll have someone prepare a rich and delicious dinner for you tonight to heal your injured stomach."
Bismarck made a naughty face after he said this, and Master Nietzsche burst into laughter.
After sending Jobtran and Bismarck to the door, Master Nietzsche sat dejectedly on the sofa.
"So, those dreams of mine might be true."
He said softly.
He thought about the dreams that kept him awake at night and that had been haunting him.
He saw a city that was mostly flooded, the vast deep sea, the dim cabin, and the endless waves of the Pacific Ocean.
The crazy fantasies in his dreams would leave him gasping for air when he woke up.
The torturous feeling of suffocation conflicted with the unrealistic dreams, and Master Nietzsche often pondered what was real.
He sought help from the clergy of the Church of Holy Light, but was sent to a psychiatric hospital to receive some sleep medication.
"Oh, maybe it's just an illusion caused by the pressure of your creation, Master Nietzsche."
This sentence often comes to the lips of psychiatrists to comfort him, but Master Nietzsche himself deeply understands that this has nothing to do with pressure.
My own literary creation is a happy and relaxing career. When I am creating, I only feel enjoyment and no pain.
Master Nietzsche did not dare to mention his dream in public again, as he did not want to be called a madman.
The upside-down scenes of the sky, earth and ocean in the dream, the weird street structures and the terrifying creatures were torturing me all the time.
Master Nietzsche murmured to himself,
"Be sane, then go crazy."