The starry sky at night is gorgeous, with the stars hanging high in the sky shining with their own light.
After finishing his dinner in the dining room, Jobtran came to the deck.
“Maybe the sea breeze is a good choice.”
He held the railing and saw the waves in the sea hitting the side of the boat, splashing white water with foam.
Amid the sound of waves, he seemed to enter a state similar to meditation.
In the world that Jobtran was meditating in, everything was dark, except for a huge door in the middle of the world.
"Human, welcome back."
Umr, wearing a gray veil, emerged from the void and floated behind Jobtrul. She stretched out her claw-like hand and gently touched Jobtrul's shoulder with the tip of her hand.
When Jobtran heard Umr's voice, he turned his head, but the scenery in his eyes had completely changed.
He found himself sitting at a long table, wearing an exquisitely crafted robe and a heavy crown on his head.
There are many medals on the robe that show military achievements, making it a bit bulky.
He had an exaggerated and funny mustache on his face, the ends of which curled up and almost touched his temples.
The people around the long table seemed to have an attitude of respect and fear towards their current identities.
I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and press down in the air.
People suddenly fell silent, waiting for themselves to narrate the sentences in the scene.
"Let's celebrate! The Silver Spoon has arrived!"
After saying this, a uniquely shaped emblem on his chest lit up.
A man wearing a black robe like a medieval wizard stood up beside the long table.
He bowed politely and congratulated,
"Congratulations, Your Majesty Umberto.
We, the Interstellar Wisdom Society, will do our best to protect the Silver Key.
The gate symbolizing glory is about to open, and the god of wisdom beyond the holy light will descend.
Grant us extraordinary wisdom and make our principality the best in the world!"
"No, no, no, protection is far from enough. We must also treat them well and let them live happily. Only in this way can we get better rewards from the God of Wisdom."
said Joe Boutran, who found himself playing Umberto.
This scene disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Jobtran's consciousness returned to the darkness and the gate.
Umr sat on the huge throne, waving his hands.
"Look, humans are funny. They always think they can guess the outcome, but that's not the case."
Jobtran thought for a while and asked,
"Sir Umr, what exactly is my mission?"
Two points of light, symbolizing eyes, lit up under the veil of Umr, but Jobtran did not notice this detail.
Umr said casually,
“Find the truth yourself, that’s the fun.”
After hearing this, Jobturan realized that Umr was joking with him. As a man of foresight, Umr could have told him what to do, but He did not.
Jobtran sat cross-legged on the ground, spreading his hands.
"Sir Umr, I don't believe you went to so much trouble just to let me watch such a farce."
Umr floated up from the throne and floated in front of Jobtran.
Jobtran looked directly at the light spots that symbolized Umr's eyes and felt a strong pressure.
“You are a person favored by destiny.
In the words of that wicked fellow, you are a character in the play.
You have to find the truth and the answers yourself.
And I can only offer you a little help, like this."
A stream of light peeled off from Umr's veil, and Jobtrul opened his mouth subconsciously. The stream of light shining with colorful light floated into Jobtrul's mouth.
Without any chewing or swallowing, the knowledge contained in the stream of light was directly fed back into Jobtran's mind.
The huge amount of knowledge almost burst Jobtran's head. He even saw the dead Tristram crying and screaming, and a large amount of hellfire was burning Tristram's body.
Tristana looked at Jobtran with hatred and venom, cursing loudly.
"I told you not to go out! It was you who insisted on leaving the basement! You're the one that killed me!"
In the blink of an eye, the figure of the little boy Harvey also appeared in the flames, his hideous face roaring angrily,
"You hacked me to death! You're a heartless executioner!"
An old, slightly hunched figure emerged from the flames. He was wearing a white doctor's gown, had a slightly balding head, and a sneer on his face.
"I'll wait for you here, Joe Butran."
That was Dr. Youdekao, who had turned into a piece of meat and then burned to ashes by the purple fire.
Joe Butran covered his head with his hands and rolled on the ground in pain.
"Sir, sir! Are you okay?"
A gentle voice reached Jobtran's ears. He opened his eyes and found himself rolling on the deck like a wild dog, without any manners at all.
There was a blonde woman in his eyes, and she looked at him with a hint of panic and concern.
"If possible, please give me a hand, Miss."
Jobtran said weakly.
The woman stretched out her right hand wearing a sky-blue glove and pulled up Joe Butran with great effort.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to make you laugh. What's your name, Miss? I'm Jobtran G. Rossat."
Joe Butran held the railing with one hand and covered his forehead with the other hand and said.
"Sif Sila. Mr. Jobtron, what happened to you just now?"
Jobtran glanced at Sif, who seemed to have some affection for him, and looked her up and down.
“He was thin and didn’t look like he had a well-trained physique.
Wearing thick glasses, perhaps a clerical worker. "
Joe Butran briefly analyzed the woman in front of him, and then replied,
"Post-traumatic stress disorder. You know, the Prussian-French war affected a lot of people, and I was one of them.
Thank you for your help, Miss Sif."
"It was a necessary lie, and I'm sorry."
Jobtran thought to himself.
“Oh, that’s really unfortunate.
I think some psychiatric drugs can help. I will ask Professor Margery, who is working with me,
Perhaps the knowledgeable Professor Margery can give you some advice."
Sif patted her chest and said.
The low-cut dress created waves of white foam as Sif flapped her legs. Jobtran coughed twice and looked away.
“Thank you. I have some medicines with me, but I didn’t bring them out of the cabin. I can take them when I get back.
So Miss Sif is a student?"
asked Joe Butran, leaning against the fence and looking at the sky.
Sif sat opposite Jobtran, swinging her legs and saying,
“Yes, I am from the Department of Ancient Literature of the Prussian Royal Institute of Technology, and I am looking forward to the exchange trip to the University of Michigan.
I heard that the University of Michigan has many original historical books, and I really want to see what those originals look like."
She adjusted her glasses, a hint of excitement on her face.
After hearing this, Jobtran fell silent for a moment. He didn't know how to persuade the girl in front of him not to touch those forbidden books too much. Then he shook his head slightly and stretched out his right hand.
“It’s nice to meet you. I believe you will be a great companion during my exchange journey at the University of Michigan.”
Joe Butran said.
Sif covered her mouth in surprise, then gently held Jobtran's hand.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Jobtran was also an exchange student going to the University of Michigan. Why have I never seen you before?"
"I'm in the Department of Archaeology. I'm not in school most of the time. Instead, I'm digging for animal remains in some cold caves. It's normal that you haven't seen me."
Jobtran revealed the identity he had prepared in advance, for which he had spent a lot of time memorizing some relevant information and files.
Although he cannot be compared with the experts in archaeology, Jobtran's knowledge of archaeology is now equivalent to that of a student in the archaeology department.
"Oh, that sounds cool. Dinosaurs, sea monsters!"
Sif exclaimed in admiration.
“Well, those are only found in very rare relics. Most of them are skeletons from human activities in ancient times.
What we deal with most are daily utensils such as ceramics, wood, and bronze. You know, it is very difficult for bones to become fossils.
Most of the bones will turn into natural resources such as coal or oil, and only a very small number will turn into bones and be preserved. "
Jobtrand explained.
This long speech sounds very professional, but it is actually some very basic archaeological knowledge. However, it is enough to deceive the little girl and conceal his identity as an investigator.
"Oh. Then, Mr. Jobtran, have you ever entered a tomb or something like that during your archaeological work? Have you ever encountered deadly traps, rolling boulders, corrosive acid, or man-eating monsters?"
Sif asked with an expectant look in her eyes.
Joe Butron smiled when he heard this.
“If I had encountered these mechanisms, I believe what you have in front of you would be a living skeleton.
I think Miss Sif must be a big fan of horror novels."
“Hehe, the world of fantasy is endless, but simple words can evoke endless fantasies.
Horror novels are the epitome of this.
I think horror novels are much more exciting than some romantic literature."
Sif said with emotion.
“But there’s a reason why the city government doesn’t let these novels become popular.”
Jobtran said earnestly.
"Oh? Why is that?"
Sif asked simply.
“Do you know what the oldest human emotion is?”
Joe Butron turned around and placed his outside hands on the fence.
Gusts of refreshing sea breeze with the scent of the ocean blew on my body, blowing my clothes and creating wrinkles on them.
“It’s fear, and the oldest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown.”
Jobtran asked himself and answered.
“I think it’s the kindest thing in the world to be able to relate to things that the human mind cannot know.
We live on a peaceful island of ignorance, surrounded by a vast, dark ocean.
Yes, just like the scenery before our eyes now.
But this does not mean that we should set sail.
Our thirst for knowledge will eventually hurt us.
The real world may be a picture that humans cannot imagine, and we may go crazy because of it. "
Jobtran opened his arms and let the evening breeze blow on his body.
After saying this, he felt that the depression he had been feeling since coming to Munihei was relieved a lot.
Yes, he has been in a state of depression, or rather confusion.
But after saying this, Joe Butran was mentally prepared.
That is to face the madness in order to accept the truth.
In his mind, Umr conveyed to him an ancient language, a language that contained the truth.
Just knowing a few words has changed Jobtran's character.
Sif carefully repeated what Jobtran had said, and took out a notebook from her bag and copied it down.
When she had finished copying, she looked at Jobtran with some admiration in her eyes and said,
“Mr. Jobtran, I think it’s a shame for you to squat in a cold cave and dig plates every day, given your talent.
You can definitely become a great writer and leave your name in the history of literature."
The moonlight and starlight shone on Sif's face, and it could be seen that what she said came from the heart.
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
“Everyone has his or her own mission, and I believe that I am definitely not the type of person who is suitable for sitting at a desk and writing furiously.
But what you said reminded me of someone.
A funny, hospitable, informal and knowledgeable person."
"Oh? What are you talking about?"
Sif asked curiously, tilting her head.
"Master Nietzsche.
He was the most extraordinary ordinary person I had ever met.”
Jobtran recalled the scene where he was waiting outside the hotel while Master Nietzsche was using the toilet, and he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.
"Oh, my holy light, you are talking about the great writer, the great philosopher, Master Nietzsche? Do you know him?"
Sif asked in surprise.
“I saw it once.
He is a very friendly person. If there is a chance, I can introduce you to him when I return to Munich.
I just don’t know if Master Nietzsche will still be in Munich by then.”
Joe Butran said casually.
According to Jobtran's understanding, Master Nietzsche was definitely not the kind of person who would put on airs, and meeting a little girl was not a big deal, but Jobtran himself might not be able to spare the time.
He has more important things to do.
Solving the mystery of the Silver Key and uncovering the truth behind the Book of the Dead are the most important tasks on his hands now.
Chatting with this little girl was at best just a way to pass the time during the journey.
After hearing this, the little girl Sif jumped up excitedly. She grabbed Jobtran's arm and leaned forward.
“That’s great. The last time Master Nietzsche came to give a lecture, I was excited for three days.
I was fascinated by the course of just one and a half hours and benefited a lot.
Mr. Jobtran, I'm on you! For Master Nietzsche!"
Joe Butran coughed twice. The little girl was too close to him.
He felt the soft touch on his arm, and the occasional bump.
Jobtran whispered,
"Ms. Sif, etiquette. Etiquette."
After Sif realized what was happening, she let go of his hand with a red face and said in a voice as light as the flapping of a mosquito's wings,
"I... am sorry."
Joe Butran waved his hand and straightened his collar which was wrinkled by the sea breeze.
"Let's go, it's late at night and a bit cold.
I heard the desserts are great, maybe you’d like them?”
Joe Butran cleverly changed the topic and resolved the awkwardness, and desserts have always been girls' favorite.
Just as Jobtran expected, Sif followed happily, holding up her skirt.
"Of course, I want to try the sawdust pudding here! You know what? A chef who can make sawdust pudding well is a good chef!"