Chapter 222: History

On the undulating sea, inside the old dark sailing ship.

Alger Wilson was standing at the window, thinking about what to pay attention to when returning to Pasu Island to report on his duties this time, when a boundless gray fog and a figure towering over everything appeared before his eyes.

Immediately, he saw the crimson light, and saw the vague figure suspected to be "The World", and the other party's calm and indifferent words sounded in his ears.

After listening carefully, Alger's eyes widened a little bit, with uncontrollable joy in his heart, but also strong surprise and astonishment.

He remembered very clearly that during the last Tarot Club, "World" only promised to help "Sun" obtain the "Notary" potion formula within three days, and did not mention anything related to "Ocean Singer". In the past, this gentleman got the rare Sequence 5 formula, and also harvested the main material!

"What did he do?" Alger said to himself silently, and he couldn't help but recall Gehrman Sparrow's cold and hard look in his mind, and he felt more and more that the other party made him unable to see through.

Is this the benefit of being a favored person? Well, I just received news yesterday that Gehrman Sparrow boarded the "Future" in Nass last week. On the one hand, this shows that the "Admiral of the Stars" is indeed a "hermit". It shows that what the "world" did last week is very important. For example, what items did they get when they entered the dangerous sea to the east, so they had to seek help from the "hermit"? Because of this, he was promoted and became a powerhouse of Sequence 5?

This can explain the problem that he got the "Ocean Singer" potion formula and main ingredients in just a few days... But what did he do? You won't kill a quasi-high-ranking member of the church, will you? Argel couldn't help but frowned.

He quickly calmed down and shifted his focus to other things:

Although he was extremely happy and excited to get the formula and main ingredients at once, and sincerely felt that becoming a member of the "Tarot Club" was a turning point in his life, but correspondingly, he had to pay a sufficient price!

"What can I give to the 'world'..." Alger fell into deep thought, and sadly found that he had no equivalent items or money on him.

He subconsciously paced back and forth, turning round and round at the window.

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Above the gray mist, the busy "world" disappeared, and Klein turned his attention to the "Grossel's Travel Notes" that had just been brought above the gray mist.

This book bound with yellow-brown parchment is quietly placed on the top of the long bronze table. There is nothing strange about it. It is so ordinary that only those who like to study history are willing to pay attention to it.

Klein manifested a pen and paper, and carefully wrote down the first divination statement:

"This is the uniqueness of the 'spectator' approach."

This is what he is most worried about, because it means that this "travel note" cannot be sealed above the gray fog - it is likely to bring unexpected accidents, and if he carries it with him, Klein may not know when Being sucked into the book again, that would be very troublesome.

After taking off the pendulum in the cuff of his left wrist, Klein calmed down and tried divination.

When he opened his eyes, the citrine pendant was spinning counterclockwise.

It means negation.

"It seems that this strange book is not the only way of 'audience', so I don't need to be too scared..." Klein thought for a few seconds, and tried to divination whether "Grossel's Travel Notes" was The "spectator" passed through the items corresponding to sequence 1 or sequence 2, but who knew that he had failed.

Hmm... He pondered for a long time, and wrote a new divination statement:

"Its history."

The reason why Klein dared to do this kind of divination is because he knew very well that the Sequence 0 of the "Audience" path had already fallen, and the uniqueness was in the hands of the "Twilight Hermit Society" with a high probability. The possibility of having a corresponding true god is almost negligible .

Putting down the pen, holding the paper and books, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, meditated while reciting sentences, and entered the dreamland.

The gray sky and earth suddenly split apart, and the sky became extremely dark, as if a strong wind was swirling the dark clouds and dancing around.

Under such a dim environment, a light spot first appeared in the sky, and then it became bigger and clearer.

It was a floating continent!

A continent that can accommodate several normal cities!

The periphery of this continent is grayish white, with huge rocks showing their outlines, and above this, there are majestic stone pillars tens of hundreds of meters high. They either stand alone or prop up There are towering and ancient palaces.

Giant dragons, either gray or red, or made of brass, or condensed with ice crystals, are flying across this continent. Over this strange city, they sometimes land on the top of a stone pillar to rest, looking down on the world, and sometimes enter the tall and magnificent In the palace, he disappeared from Klein's sight.

Among them, the smallest one can be equated with "King of the North" Urisian, and the largest one reaches a hundred meters.

The picture quickly zoomed in, and a palace that may be over 200 meters high began to occupy Klein's vision.

Inside it, stone pillars stand tall and support the dome, and the space is large enough for any dragon to move freely here.

The "camera" kept looking in, and Klein quickly saw a book made of yellow-brown parchment paper. Its cover was blank and floating in midair. Compared with the surrounding environment, it was inconceivably small.

Behind the books facing each other, a huge shadow appeared.

Just as the outline of the shadow was outlined, the thoughts and ideas in Klein's head exploded instantly!

His eyeballs spurted out with blood, and only two black holes were left at the position of his ears. From his mouth and his nostrils, milky white things dyed bright red were constantly pouring out.

The mysterious space above the gray mist shook slightly immediately, calming everything down. Klein quickly returned to normal, grinning and raised his hand to rub his head:

"It hurts! It really hurts!

"This is no worse than 'Eternal Blazing Sun', I didn't even see his appearance clearly, and I failed to gain any knowledge...

"He is the 'Dragon of Imagination' Angleweed, right? According to the information of the little 'Sun', He has fallen at the end of the second era. I just took a peek at it after a few eras, two or three thousand years. It also became so miserable, if it wasn't for the gray mist to isolate and help, he must have died on the spot... Isn't this imprint too strong?

"I can't make a specific comparison, because the damage is not as good as that of 'Eternal Blazing Sun', but one has died long ago, and the other is still alive, which makes people have to suspect that the ancient god is stronger than the current true god..."

After spending nearly a minute recovering from the shadow of pain, Klein turned his attention to "Grossel's Travel Notes" again, tapped his fingers on the edge of the mottled long table, and said to himself silently:

"The 'author' of this book is Angelweed, the Dragon of Imagination?

"A story book written by an ancient god that can automatically deduce the ending?

"What is His purpose? When this book was formed, the 'Dragon of Illusion' should not have encountered the ancient Sun God, and there was no problem. After all, the book was to be spread from the 'City of Miracles' to Levished." The court of giants must have a long time, and before Grossel was swallowed by the book, the giant king was obviously still alive.

"Pure prank? A boring plaything to pass the time? Or, the ancient god 'Dragon of Illusion' foresaw a certain future and created this book specially to leave a way for himself or the dragon family to recover, but because Misjudged the power and terror of the ancient Sun God, and fell completely, making this book useless for thousands of years, just absorbing the characters naturally and interpreting the story?"

Klein made some conjectures, but none of them could be further confirmed. He could only consider finding an opportunity to enter the book later and collect clues bit by bit.

"Afterwards, you can enter in the form of a spirit body above the gray mist. If you encounter an accident, you can return immediately... Well, try again after you are separated from Edwina and Anderson. You must be careful and prudent... Klein nodded, and tried to divine whether "Grossel's Travel Notes" would bring bad changes to the mysterious space above the gray fog, but the result still failed.

As for the reason, he actually understands a little bit, that is, the nature of this place is higher than that of the spirit world, and things related to this place naturally cannot use divination to obtain enlightenment from the spirit world.

After deciding to take a look above the gray fog frequently in the next few days to prevent accidents from happening, Klein threw "Grossel's Travel Notes" into the debris pile, and waved a partially squashed Gold goblet.

This wine glass has a complicated and delicate pattern, engraved with the two Elvish words "natural disaster, Goshnam", and there is nothing special about it.

Holding it, Klein stroked it silently for a few seconds.

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Boom boom boom!

Klein politely knocked on the door of the captain's cabin.

"Is there something?" Edwina, who had let down her hair, looked at Gehrman Sparrow outside and asked.

Klein handed over the Elf Queen's golden wine glass and said:

"Put it in Shatas' tomb."

"...Okay." Edwina was silent for two seconds, then nodded and accepted.

She habitually studied the inscriptions and symbols on the golden wine glass, then looked away embarrassedly, turned her head to look out the window and said:

"They're having a bonfire, are you going?"

"No." Klein shook his head.

"I understand, and I won't participate either. Not everyone can quickly get rid of their depression like Anderson." Edwina pursed her lower lips and said.

In fact, this might not be a good thing... Klein didn't know how to respond for a while, and Edwina was not good at communicating besides "attending classes", so the two of them were immediately speechless.

Ten seconds later, Klein took a silent breath and broke the silence:

"Do you still sell the key from the giant?"

"For sale." Edwina thought for a while, glanced in the direction of the collection room, and added, "I can lend it to you for research first, and you can decide whether to buy it before leaving the ship."

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