Chapter 492 Tavel's Guidance
Three questions in life.
In the past life, whether it was himself or in the jokes on the Internet, countless people had joked about these three questions. However, here and now, when these three questions came from the god who knows everything, Lin Qi lost the ability to adapt and was stunned. Staring at the dark and deep void in the rift, his mind was at a loss for a while.
Am I really a time traveler? How did I come to this world? After I came to this world, was it really just floating in a dreamland without any experience in between? Are the memories of my past life left before or after I traveled through time? Where will I go in the end and what will I accomplish?
The most important thing is, why call me the awakener?
I originally thought that she called me "Awakener" just because I had just woken up at the time, but there must be a reason why Tavel also called me that.
He is an existence beyond time and an omniscient evil god. There must be a reason why he is called this.
And why is he asking me these questions?
No, it wasn't a question, it was a prompt, and he wanted me to find the answers to these questions.
But she doesn't want me to find out now, it's not the time yet.
Scenes of memories flashed through my mind, especially in the past few months after I woke up, I was accompanied by the voice in my mind day and night. I huddled under the crimson moonlight every night, purging the uneasiness and fear in my heart and falling asleep peacefully.
Lin Qi was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and smiled:
"I can't give you the answers to these three questions now. I promised some people to put aside these questions temporarily until the day when I can accept the answers. It is not my style to jump left and right and be capricious. Now that I have made a choice, I will It won’t change easily.”
The human figure floating in the air remained motionless, and the other party's feedback already appeared in Lin Qi's mind:
"This is your choice. There is no need to explain it to us. I said we will pay attention to you until you answer it."
"Wouldn't it affect the ownership of the Miracle Light?"
"The Light of Miracle is the compensation for the Necronomicon, the three questions are the compensation for the Silver Key, and equal exchange is our principle. Whether it is now or in the future, you will eventually answer the three questions, and then the transaction is complete Complete it successfully, and the light of miracle is already yours.”
It's an exchange of equal value. No wonder the librarians in the Knowledge Library are all profiteers. But at least it didn't affect his planned plan. Lin Qi was relieved and asked thoughtfully: "So, before finishing the transaction, I Can I ask a question?”
"Okay, what do you want to ask?"
Um? A random question to the All-Knowing One?
Lynch's heart tightened and he licked his lips nervously: "I want to know, who are the gods behind the League of Shadows? Why do they do these things? And what happened to the Fredman royal family? This kind of thing about gods, Can you observe it too?"
"We cannot peek at the Lord God, but it does not prevent us from watching their believers, so these questions are okay, but what do you exchange for the answers?"
Lin Qi was stunned and speechless.
Fuck, I forgot about it as soon as I said it, equal exchange.
He only said that I could ask, but he didn't say that he would definitely tell me.
Lin Qi's mouth twitched: "What can I exchange for? I can't exchange this for anything."
He said, pointing to the fabric-covered stone base.
"not enough."
"Hiss, are there not enough Advent-level rare items?"
"Your question is directly related to the future of the Fifth Era. Its value is far beyond what a Light of Miracle can compare with. If you want to exchange it, you will need at least the secrets of the Crimson Moon to be considered equivalent."
"No need to discuss."
Lynch sighed. There was indeed no shortcut in the world. However, when he was disappointed, Tavel's message appeared in his consciousness: "However, the value of the Necronomicon is still higher than that of the Light of Miracle. It would be unavoidable to exchange it like this." Violating the principle of equivalent exchange, so be it. As for your second question, about what happened to Friedman, although I won’t give you an answer for no reason, I can give you a guide, which should help you find the answer. ”
Um? What an unexpected surprise. Sure enough, when doing business, you should charge a lot of money, maybe you can make a profit.
Lin Qi immediately leaned forward and made a gesture of listening.
"That's what happens among nobles, and you have people around you who specialize in this kind of information."
Lynch was a little confused, but then it dawned on him.
He almost forgot about this man, Mr. West, the manager of the Black Cat Theater, an apostle of the King in Yellow, a cultist who could compete with Dagon of the Deep Ones on his own.
This person specializes in intelligence transactions related to the upper class. Maybe you can actually find out something from him. No, since the Ancient Eternal One points to him, it means that he must know something, but he doesn’t know what price he has to pay to pry it off. If you open his mouth, he may bleed profusely this time.
"Hasta hates what's behind this matter, so you don't need to worry. Counting this guideline, we can already reach equivalence."
"Thank you very much, Your Excellency the Ancient Immortal."
With this guidance, it is much better than running into random things on his own. Lin Qi bowed solemnly, then gathered his mood and walked towards the stone base in front of him with expectation.
As if sensing his gaze, the fabric covering it suddenly slid down automatically without any wind and disappeared into the void. Lin Qi felt a huge shock in his consciousness, and countless complicated pictures poured into his mind instantly.
In the picture, Lynch saw corpses everywhere. The dead were covered with black spots, festering all over, and died miserably with pus flowing out. The city was devoid of smoke from cooking, and there were no people or animals. The city center was full of corpses of the dead, but no one burned them. Only flocks of crows stared with bloodshot eyes, jumping and pecking between the corpses.
From villages to cities, and then to the entire country, the raging plague occupied the entire continent, and hundreds of kilometers of land were uninhabited.
Among the messy corpses, a group of white-robed people with bird-beak masks carried medicine boxes on their backs, walking like ghosts in the deserted villages and towns, burning corpses, cleaning up dirt, finding the only living people, and preparing medicines from the medicine boxes to treat them as much as possible. Wherever they passed, the medicine boxes became the most sacred symbol in the hearts of the living, and they pinned everyone's hope for life.
But the medicine box cannot cure diseases every time. The white-robed people who were repeatedly infected with the disease while walking fell down one by one, and the medicine box was circulated among the white-robed people until the last white-robed person fell down in front of the plague. The last person dragged his heavy sick body to collect dry firewood and ignited it. He threw his infected body and the medicine box into the flames, eliminating the hidden danger for the world for the last time. At that moment, the burning medicine box burst into a dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire Middle-earth continent.
[Light of Miracle: May we call for miracles with our lives, and may our souls turn into the light of life to illuminate all the souls in the world tortured by illness and suffering. ]
The picture faded, and the eyes returned to calm. A small medicine box lay quietly on the stone base.
The advent-level wonder that possesses both healing and light powers is the strongest weapon against the plague, offering beauty and hope in exchange for suppressing the plague and death from the source.
This is the light of miracle.