The wings disappeared, and the mist in the lake gradually dissipated. The two of them were now exactly under the huge black stone in the middle of the lake. On the surface of the stone, the golden runes flickered and changed like flowing water.
The lady in white robe holding a staff bowed respectfully to Xia De:
"The final test, answer a question that cannot be answered."
"Isn't this a paradox? How can you answer a question that cannot be answered?"
Xia De asked curiously, but the lady in white robe asked the question without stopping:
"Why am I here?"
"Sorry, what?"
Shade didn't understand:
"You want me to answer you, why do you stay in the material world instead of following the ancient gods?"
The lady in white robes looked at Shade:
"Yes, I am the keeper of all knowledge, the teacher who holds the light of wisdom, the angel who rules over water and the seas and keeps secrets. Why do I stay in the material world?"
"Well... do you know that yourself?"
"Of course I know, and you have to answer this question - why am I here."
Xia De felt incredible about this; this trial seemed even more exaggerated than the duel just now.
"Follower of the Recorder, the next time you come here, it will be your last time. Bring the answer, and I will give you the power you desire."
Looking at the lady in front of him who was emitting a soft white light, Xia De frowned and thought for a long time:
"Okay, I'll go find the answer."
Even Priest Augustus did not know the answer to this question. Shad thought that among the normal people of this era, there was absolutely no one who could answer this question. Therefore, he had to either look for a non-human being or look for the answer in the past.
This was the last of the four trials to obtain divinity, and he felt that he still had a chance to find the answer. Whether it was one or two days, one or two months, one or two years, the Lady of the Lake was always here, and he would definitely come back again.
He knew that it was not easy to obtain divinity.
"Oh, one more thing. You once said that after I completed the first three tests, I could get a gift or bring a friend. The first time I brought Sister Develyn, the second time it was Professor Drake. Now that the third test has been completed, what I want is..."
He wanted to say Wise Pyroxene. The angel in front of him had already admitted that he was the angel of the "Secret Keeper" of the ancient god of knowledge and wisdom, and therefore he also met the requirements of the "Secret Keeper".
But before Xia De finished speaking, the lady in white robe shook her head slightly:
"You just took out the feather of the original angel and reduced the difficulty of the trial, so this is the only thing you can get."
A stone platform rose from the calm water on the side of the two people. On the platform was the night watchman that Shad had fallen into the lake. There was also a rather large gray stone box on the platform.
The stone box was a push-pull type, and after it was pushed open, there were 19 pairs of pure white ribs inside. The pure white light illuminated Shade's face, and some charred feathers appeared with the ribs, floating in the air in the form of phantoms.
Outsider, you have come into contact with a "miracle".
"This is... ... "
Xia De reached out to touch it in surprise, and "she" immediately gave a hint:
Stranger, you have touched the remains of an angel.
This is a sacred bone, a relic left over from the first era. It can be added to weapons or made into potions. It is a top-notch material.
Because the "Voice of the Ancients" (Chapter 678) had already been triggered once by contacting the Augustus priest, the ancient story was not heard this time.
"The rib of the angel of death."
The lady in the white robe said, and Shade nodded in surprise. Although the humans in this world have 12 pairs of ribs, a total of 24, just like the humans in the stranger's hometown, but since angels are non-human beings, it doesn't seem to be particularly strange that they have at least 19 pairs of ribs.
“Is this my gift this time?”
"Yes, I think you know where to send it."
The lady in white robe said softly. Xia De hesitated for a moment and carefully closed the lid of the stone box.
"I will return it, thank you for your generosity."
Then he looked at the silver sword inserted in the stone platform. When the sword fell into the water just now, Xia De was thinking about diving into the water to retrieve the sword after the fight.
"Um?"
He walked around to the side of the stone platform and reached out to draw his sword, but found that he could not pull it out.
He glanced at the lady in white robes and saw that she didn't say anything, so he stepped onto the stone platform from the water and came to the night watchman. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the spell "Power of the Red Dragon" and the impure dragon blood of the relic gave him strength. The power of the Whispering Spirit Rune also greatly increased his own strength, but he still couldn't pull out the sword.
"Ma'am, what's going on?"
The Lady of the Lake stands in the afternoon sun:
"I have endowed this sword with extra power. You need to gain its recognition again before you can draw it up."
Xia De looked at the sword in front of him hesitantly:
"Silver Moon."
His hands radiated a gentle light. He stood on the stone platform and solemnly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands. The light of the silver moon shone on the blade of the silver sword. Xia De took a deep breath:
"My actions and my heart are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just."
The sword's runes were clear, and the sword slashed the demon in the light of the silver moon, emitting a clear yellow light. Xia De slowly exerted force, and the sword was separated from the stone platform inch by inch until he pulled it out.
The calm lake surface was covered with ripples, and the light of the Night Watcher was trembling, as if celebrating its return to Shade's hands. Shade closed his eyes and sighed slightly. The exquisite swordsmanship used by the "Lady of the Lake" just now flashed before his eyes, and the angel's swordsmanship also became a part of this sword. While touching this sword, Shade also understood that in addition to fighting against evil, being untainted by dust, and enhancing spellcasting, the Night Watcher now has another feature -
If you thrust the sword into the earth, a trickle of water will gush out of it.
Although this sounds useless, for an angel-level relic, any enhancement is invaluable.
"Excuse me, can I get some of the water here?"
Shade said embarrassedly again that the firing of Aikenola's Arrow of Knowledge requires a special crossbow, but weapon relics have always been terribly expensive, so he wanted to get some water as a backup. If he encountered a situation where he needed to use this arrow again, he could use the water bow to fire the arrow at any time.
The lady in white robe nodded generously, and Shade found the water bag toy and dipped it into the water under his feet. With the sound of water gurgling in, a strange fog emerged around him, and when Shade filled the bag with water and stood up, the fog had disappeared.
"Oops, I forgot to ask what to prepare next time."
He muttered to himself, but he was not really worried. As long as he found the answer to the final test, the "Lady of the Lake" would definitely not stop him from entering the Lake of Cherubim.
Looking around again, he was standing next to Professor Drake, holding a sword in his left hand and a water bag in his right hand. The stone box containing the remains of the angel stood at his feet, leaving an imprint on the mud.
In front of the two people was Loch Ness in winter. There was nothing on the calm lake surface, as if nothing had happened just now.
Professor Drake, who was in a wheelchair, looked at Shade in surprise:
"Mr. Watson, aren't you going to fight the Lady of the Lake? Why did you come out with me?"
"Come out with you?"
Shad sensed the time and found that the length of time he experienced was normal, so the professor was interrupted for a period of time, and the flow of time in the Lake of Cherubim was obviously controlled by "Lady Cherubim".
"Also, when I came back just now, the dark clouds in the sky were dispersing. Were there any dark clouds when we entered the lake just now?"
"Dark clouds? I don't know about that, but it's over."
Xia De said this in a relaxed tone, but when he thought of the arrow that he had not shot, his mood suddenly became worse:
"Let's go back, Professor."
The professor nodded, without asking about the outcome of the fight. Shade took out the hemp rope, put the stone box on his back, and prepared to push the professor's wheelchair back to the lake bank. The rental carriage was still waiting for the two of them. The carriage was charged by time, and although Professor Drake paid for it, Shade couldn't waste it at will.
"Go back, go back..."
Professor Drake said in a daze. When Shade pushed him to turn around, he looked back at the lake again. The experience just now made the old man feel unreal:
"Mr. Watson, do you think I am dreaming now?"
"Is this a dream?"
He asked in his heart.
no.
"Of course it's not a dream."
Shade answered, and the professor nodded. Shade was behind him and couldn't see his expression. When the two of them returned to the carriage and the taciturn driver was about to turn around and return to the city, Professor Drake said:
"Mr. Watson, I will probably move out of this city and go to Willendel to live with my son."
“That’s good.”
Xia De and the coachman moved the professor to the carriage, and the coachman was also muttering about the dark clouds that suddenly appeared.
"Wilendel is the capital of Carsenrick, a big city. But why do you suddenly want to move?"
Shade asked, getting on the carriage himself.
Professor Drake opened the car window, turned his head and looked out the window at the scenery, looking at the distant lake:
“I just feel like there’s no need to stay in Huntington anymore.”
He put his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered:
"I pursued wisdom, feared knowledge, and rejected favors. The story of my life is already exciting enough."
The professor paused for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the eyes that had previously lost their luster, as if they were just waiting for death, seemed to have regained the color of life:
"Maybe Professor Manning is right. I should get a cat. My two sons and one daughter are all in Willendale, and my little granddaughter loves cats. I haven't corresponded with old friends like Manning for many years. I should write to tell them my new address after moving so that we can keep in touch at any time. Oh, Mr. Watson, I will also give you my new address. If you visit Willendale in the future, remember to find me."
"Of course."
Shade said with a smile that he was glad that Professor Drake could figure it out. Although nothing had changed for the professor, he was still the lame old man who had lost his memory, but the professor had let it go.
"Before you leave, check my study again."
The professor suggested again, and then pointed out the window. He and Shade were surprised to see the falling snow. The snow seemed to be celebrating Shade's victory, but also to commemorate the departure of an old citizen.
"Of course, but why do you want to check?"
Shade asked curiously, and Professor Drake shook his head:
"Take away all those things I have forgotten, things whose origins I do not know. They are all yours."