Chapter 41 New Journey

In a certain room of an abandoned castle, the sun shines through the gaps in the heavy curtains and shines on a pitch-black coffin.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a rattling sound and moved slowly to the side.

With a bang, it fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, Azik Eggers sat up with a blank expression.

At this time, he was wearing loose pajamas that were popular in Loen a few years ago, just like a nobleman who woke up in his manor.

After a while, Azik narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around as if he was confused and didn't know who he was.

Immediately, he saw the bright sunlight penetrating the gap, the dust floating in the sunlight, and the letters scattered on the table, the ground, and beside the coffin lid.

They are like giant snowflakes, covering half of this place.

Azik walked out of the coffin, bent over and picked up a letter with doubt, opened it and read it.

As he read, the blankness on his face disappeared, as if he remembered a lot of past events.

Azik immediately found a chair and sat down, letting all the letters fly to him, overlapping like a peak.

He opened one after another, read one after another, pausing from time to time, pondering for a long time, as if he was thinking about something seriously.

The sunlight that passed through the gap in the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it came in again.

At this time, Azik finally read all the letters and completed his long-term "meditation" time and time again.

He glanced at the letters that were all stacked on the table, and sighed slowly and long.

Then he rummaged through the stationery, pen and ink that could be used, and wrote gently:

"...I have woken up and received all your letters, they remind me of who I am, who you are, and many of the past.

"No matter how complicated or exciting your experience is, it's beyond my imagination, and it also makes me seem to want to understand some of the previous questions.

"From these letters, I can feel your joy, your exhaustion, your hope in life and the heavy responsibility you put on your shoulders.

"I can probably guess the reason why you made that choice in the end, if it were me, I might not have made such a decision.

"You have been a guardian from the very beginning, from imitating others to being imitated.

"Next, I will embark on a journey to pursue more of the past and witness the changes in this world.

"You seem to be still sleeping, but that's okay, I'll write to you about interesting things, customs, and people I've met.

"I think it should be possible to send these letters to you by offering sacrifices..."

The golden nib reflects the sunlight, rustling on the white paper, constantly writing more content.

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Backlund, in the sun room of a townhouse.

Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.

"Aunt, aunt, why are you here?" the little girl asked suspiciously, "The stories I heard were all about mysterious rituals in the basement."

With her hair rolled up and wearing glasses, Melissa smiled and said:

"That's an informal occult ritual."

She then pointed to the arranged altar and unlit candles ahead and said:

"You can start."

"Really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunlight shining through the window, "Would you like to, do you want to close the curtains?"

"No, that's fine." After Melissa replied, she smiled as she watched the little girl imitate her usual ceremonies in an unskilled manner.

During this process, she gave guidance from time to time, and even did it herself, and finally let the little girl complete the preliminaries of the ceremony.

"Okay, follow me." Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually settled.

"Hmm." The little girl also tried her best to look serious.

Melissa looked at the candle on the altar for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, and said in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

"Catch the language of water is a single drop of joy..." The little girl had never learned ancient Hermes at all. Although she tried her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.

"The mysterious master above the gray fog..." Melissa continued to read.

"The ghost's broken bones are injured and the holy honey boils a debt..." The little girl followed in a serious manner.

"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck..." After Melissa finished reciting the sentence, the candle at the top swelled to the size of a human head without waiting for the little girl to imitate it.

In this huge group of firelight, a smooth tentacle with a faint evil pattern, but it was difficult to see, stretched out hesitantly, moving extremely slowly.

The little girl froze for a moment, backed sharply, and hid behind her aunt.

Melissa pursed her lips and said softly with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, go and say hi to him."

The little girl timidly stuck her head out from behind her aunt, and saw the terrifying, slippery tentacle swaying gently in the bright sunlight outside the window, as if wiping away dust, as if waving to herself.

"Go, don't be afraid," Melissa repeated.

The little girl finally gathered up her courage and stood in front of the altar.

She chant some of the incantations she had invented, then smiled sincerely, and raised her palms upwards.

The slippery tentacles with hidden patterns paused for a few seconds, seeming hesitant and unfamiliar.

Then it lifted slightly, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.

In the sunlight, it clapped with that little palm.

(End of the book)

PS: The feeling of being hollowed out, I will finish this testimonial at noon tomorrow

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