Chapter 228 The Puzzle of the Stag Gate

Before the ancient monster could get close to the Stag Gate with its scissor-like wings,

the huge deer head that was more magnificent than Buckingham Palace had already awakened from its slumber, guarding the gate. His head was covered with stubborn injuries that could not be healed by years and time.

To this day, the curled red-gold flesh still sheds hot blood like lava from time to time, dripping on the ground and corroding large holes. These holes have accumulated over the years, making the stag head shining with sacred light seem to sink deep into the ground.

Grilli, who also had only one head left, slowly opened his eyes, and his round and bulging golden eyes quickly caught the monster flying at full speed.

He shook his head slightly, so that his head could face the unknown person who suddenly fell from the sky - even though he only had one head left and no neck muscles to support him.

Then the broken deer head heard the oriental language that should have been fully formed in thirty years.

"Grillby, I'm here to negotiate!"

The ancient monster slammed on the brakes, plowing two deep furrows in the charred land.

Grillby, who saw the figure of the person coming, replied in the same words: "John H. Watson--why did you bring him here?"

The ancient monster smiled and twisted the head in his hand, so that little Watson could look directly at Grillby's head... Hehe, when you talk, you should look into other people's eyes, that's polite!

"Hehe, Grillby, you have seen this kid, right?"

"I have seen the poor forgery of yours left in the waking world in his memory... Such a poor work of art, you are willing to leave a trace of magic power in it, could it be that those mortals also offered sacrifices that you can't refuse while imitating it?"

Grillby's protruding upper jaw slightly raised, as if he was about to answer.

The ancient monster interrupted directly: "Wait, don't tell me yet, let me try to guess."

"If you want to borrow my power, then the sacrifice that I can't refuse must be something interesting, fun and extremely memorable, such as a broken sword stained with lion blood, the circumcision skin of the pine knight..."

"If anyone dares to cut down the first perch to sacrifice to me, I am absolutely willing to give him all my newly trimmed toenails!"

"If that crazy guy is brave enough to pull a feather from the incarnations of those people, it would be great! I am one million percent willing to exchange my precious wings!!!"

The ancient monster said so confidently, as if he was not afraid that if this bold statement was spread, it would attract violent revenge from those named people under his command.

Hearing these words, Grillby just smiled contemptuously. This was not the first time he had heard this guy speak nonsense, although the facts proved that he did have some extremely shocking things in his collection even under multiple historical perspectives.

"Stop talking nonsense. It was just a momentary amusement. I took back my power a few years later - especially after I noticed that your little toy performed the Abandonment and Forgetting."

"You came at the right time. The forgetfulness power you left behind is about to disappear, and my unbearable memories will be revived again... It's time for you to strengthen me."

"Hehe, no problem at all. We are good brothers... No, we are good sisters. I haven't had time to thank you for giving me the antlers before!"

The ancient monster said, and it popped out its claws that were as complicated as a Swiss Army knife. The key-like yellow bone piece was made of Grillby's antlers, and it was mixed with its own mottled bone - this powerful key was enough to open any border of Mansu, tearing out a temporary door, leading to every corner of history.

"This is a good toy that I can't do without!"

Grillby's golden eyes reflected his former horns and the monster's current master key. His scarred deer face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

If this matter was exposed, and other beings knew that the reason why this monster could do whatever it wanted was because he couldn't resist the temptation of forgetting the pain and exchanged a key to the power of enlightenment... I'm afraid he couldn't escape the blame.

'I might be punished more severely by then...but, who cares! '

'My Lord and I have paid the price for what happened in the past, lost our freedom, and became the eternal guards guarding the gate of Mansu. '

'What other more serious punishment can there be? ! Are we going to wipe out our oldest and most original lineage? '

Grillby's eyes contained some resentment and indignation, but there was no regret or annoyance anymore - those painful memories had been temporarily covered up by the monster's power of forgetfulness.

Although the secrets involved in the memory are too ancient and deep, just like the scars engraved on the bone marrow of history, the painful memory itself has the power that is not weaker than the authority of the named person, and it cannot be completely erased.

'But at least this power of forgetfulness can allow me to temporarily forget the huge and painful scars and gain temporary peace... Just like mortals always use alcohol to numb the pain, although it cannot effectively solve the problem, it can alleviate the pain derived from the problem. '

Gribi said expressionlessly: "Do it."

"Hey, don't worry, I came here because I want your help."

The ancient monster said, raising the head in his hand, "This kid, John H. Watson, is my new henchman."

"I was just about to ask Grillby for your help and open a small back door for him to pass through the Stag Gate directly."

Grillby couldn't help but look embarrassed after hearing this, and he refused sternly: "Absolutely impossible! Guarding the Stag Gate is my responsibility and obligation to atone for my sins!!!"

"Using puzzles to select mortals who are truly qualified to know is a principle I must follow."

"How can I do this because of my personal relationship with you? , and then relax the strict guard of the Stag Gate!"

"Don't think of quietly reminding this mortal of the answer to the riddle!!!"

"Don't think of forgetting the painful memories for me later, and also forget the memory of this conversation!!!"

The ancient monster immediately stood at attention with his legs together solemnly, and roared as if he was solemnly swearing:

"Yes! I promise not to interfere with the fairness and justice of the Stag Gate, and never tell John H. Watson the answer to the riddle in private!"

After it finished speaking, it used the claws hiding the antler key to pierce the temples on both sides of the head in its hand, and the stiff petrified head suddenly became soft and elastic.

Watson felt that his mind was becoming more and more ethereal, as if he could pass on the words in his heart through the holes in his temples on both sides.

Then he heard that Grillby had begun to recite His riddle.

"What is extinct but has never died?"

"What worships the dead gods but is hated by the new gods?"

"What was above humans but is trapped within them?"

"What will return, just as the great past will rise again?"