Whispering Verse

"If you don't need this thing anymore, sell it to me. I can pay a very high price."

Seeing that Shade was still thinking, Old John suggested, but Shade shook his head:

"Not yet. But Father John, I know that this metal block records a lot of information, but it needs to be triggered in a specific way. Is there any way to directly know the information hidden in this thing? Or even open it directly? Yes Yes, there are other things inside.”

"It's really interesting. Then I'm going to give it a try and see who is better, the master of alchemy who made this item or me."

The old man put down the newspaper in his hand and took out a suitcase from under the counter. Inside was a series of crystal lenses of different sizes and thicknesses.

Old John used these lenses and some metal parts to quickly assemble a pair of brass-colored monocles with retractable lenses. After carefully putting it on his right eye, he looked down at the silver cube.

After a long while, he shook his head and took off his glasses:

"Interesting, more interesting than I thought. This is almost solid mithril, with dozens of different pieces of information recorded in it. But as long as you can make six of them appear, you can open it and get the information hidden in the center. Something. Do not try to force it open, otherwise the items inside will be damaged."

"What's inside. The key?"

Shade raised his eyebrows.

"Why do you think it's a key?"

Old John asked curiously. Seeing that Shade didn't want to answer, he didn't ask further:

"I just saw the general shape. Although it's very vague, I'm sure it's definitely not a key. At least it's not a normal-shaped key."

Then it is definitely not what Shade is looking for, but this is normal. Shade does not think that he is so lucky that he can find traces of the key as soon as he arrives in Randall City.

"What a brilliant alchemy technique. I don't know which master made it. Shade, if one day it is of no use to you, please sell it to me. Even without these mithrils, this is still an amazing work of art. .”

Old John said while taking off his glasses, and Shade had some questions——

How on earth did Mr. Thomas Granger, the low-level warlock who was buried somewhere, obtain such a powerful alchemy item?

Temporarily understanding the use of the Silver Cube, Shade tried it and found that the [Door Key] did not judge it as a lock, so it could not be cracked. He did not leave in a hurry:

"Sir, there are some things I want to talk to you about the doomsday. It's not with the shop owner, but with Old John from [Guiding Light Monastery]."

The old man nodded and continued to slowly pack away the lenses on the table:

"It seems that you made a great discovery around the New Year's Day?"

"Yes, I entered a weird dream and learned some information. The end will probably come really soon."

This was judged based on the image of Luvia in the dream. Although the slightly mature Luvia was older, she was definitely not over thirty years old. However, if you consider that she was once a demigod witch, she may be older, but the end of the world will definitely not come more than a hundred or two hundred years ago.

"Yes, yes, I also received enlightenment before the end of the year. Of course the end will come, and it will probably exceed our expectations."

Stuffing the box under the counter, Old John clasped his hands together and looked at Shade:

"This is related to the prophetic poem of the witch in the fifth era, and it is also related to the gods."

"What will you do?"

Shade asked. Although Old John was old, his eyes were very powerful:

"We have always believed that the end of the world is a natural phenomenon. But we will not sit still and look for answers. If we can prevent it, we will unite all possible forces to prevent the end. If we cannot prevent the end, we will try our best to delay its arrival. . If you can't even delay it, make plans for survival after the apocalypse. If no one survives after the apocalypse, at least leave a message about our civilization."

The old man sighed slightly:

"I have pessimistic thoughts about this. Fortunately, the enlightenment I received was not particularly clear. Perhaps, there are other ways to interpret the enlightenment. After all, I saw many possibilities of the end of the world at once. But there is no need to go too far. Pessimistically, we are not alone in this world. The Zhengshen Church, the three major academies, and other ancient beings in the material world, even criminals with a long history of evil, will not watch the world go to destruction."

Shade nodded, his mood not changing much. After all, he had accepted the fact half a month ago. Just when he looked at the newspaper placed by Old John on the table, he accidentally saw a familiar name.

The news in the newspaper was that Princess Margaret of Anjou and Prince William of Anjou of Carsonrick went to the city of Randall Valley to inaugurate the Second Southern Dockyard of the United Kingdom Navy. Shade already knew this from Lesia, and the newspaper mentioned this time that Princess Margaret arrived in Randall Valley City this Friday.

However, he still didn't know whether Miss Sylvia would go with him.

Sighing slightly in his heart, as the early morning hours were about to pass, Shade planned to go to Randall Valley City as soon as possible to meet Luvia. But before leaving, he thought of another thing:

"Dad John, do you know the Old God [Old Forgotten]?"

This is the silver cube, the name of the god who belonged to the abandoned church that was told yesterday.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to know this god?"

The old man who picked up the newspaper again glanced at Xia De:

"You have to know that even if a god leaves, his power still affects the material world. Reflected in the power of the old god - the god of memory [Old Man Forgotten], very few people can remember this god's information. Even me , I only know the existence of this god, that his order is called the 'Order of the Forgotten', and that the church is called the 'Church of the Forgotten', but I don't know anything else."

"So, where can I get information about this?"

Shade asked curiously again, but unexpectedly the old man shrugged:

"I may have known it before, but I have forgotten it now. The Zhengshen Church and the three major academies may have some records, but you don't have too much hope. The god of memory is also the god of forgetfulness. Since He doesn't want to be If mortals remember it, we will definitely not remember it. However, it is said that his order still seems to exist, of course, it is just a rumor."

In this way, the clues about that strange church were interrupted again.

From the basement of his home, he went to the "Church of the Forgotten" in Randall Valley, walked through the ruins of the church, and entered the courtyard from the main entrance of the church.

Although there was light snow yesterday, the weather in the Randall Valley was exceptionally good today, and the temperature was higher than in Tobesk. Shade even felt a little hot while walking through the abandoned church courtyard in the sun. But there is still snow in the courtyard, and winter is far from over.

The Prophets Association of Randall Valley City is also located in the core neighborhood of the city. To the left of the association is the imposing city hall, but it is a little different from the Prophets Association in Tobesk.

Tobesk's association is located on Silver Cross Avenue. Although it occupies a large area, it is still a standard rectangular three-story building. There is a square in front of the Prophets Association in Randall Valley City, which is connected to the square in front of the city hall with the Kasenlik flag flying.

On the edge of the square directly in front of the association is a white stone fountain with a figure holding a crystal ball in one hand and a card in the other. Two stone steps surround the fountain from the left and right sides, leading to the main entrance of the association at a height. On the railings of the steps, It is decorated with metal vines, branches, leaves and long snakes.

This kind of main entrance is much more impressive than the association in Tobesk. But the reason is also obvious. The housing prices in Randall Valley are completely inferior to that of the Pearl of the North.

Shade wasn't sure when Luvia would come to the association today, so he planned to wait in the association to give Luvia a surprise. The association in the morning was already very lively, and the love for Rhodes does not distinguish between nationalities. If it weren't for the fact that everyone around him spoke Kasenlik, Shade would even feel that this place was no different from Tobesk.

Although he was disguised, he still looked like a northerner at this time. Wandering around in the association would obviously attract unnecessary attention, so Shade decided to find something to do for himself.

The Prophet's Association in Randall Valley almost occupies an area as large as a big city library. The building is divided into four floors, only one floor lower than the city hall next to it. Both the first and second floors are engaged in business related to Rhodes cards, and of course there is a playing area for card players. After all, the Prophet's Association itself can be considered a Rhodes Club.

The venue that Shade was interested in was the terrace facing the central staircase on the second floor. The terrace was about the same size as Shade's living room. There were seven or eight square tables, and there were unopened parasols on the sides of each square table. Although it is only the second floor and not very high, the association itself is high up in the city, so the second floor terrace can overlook the city scenery and see the valleys and forests in the distance. The scenery is quite good.

Shade took a fancy to the outermost position near the balcony railing. After sitting down, although his back was to the railing and the little angel statue on the railing, "she" could always monitor whether Luvia appeared at the entrance of the association.

At the long table with the best position, there was already a middle-aged man sitting at the table who was sorting his deck. When Shad pulled up the chair across from the table and sat down, the gentleman with thick eyebrows raised his head and glanced at him:

"A face I've never seen before, sir. Are you a stranger?"

"A writer from Willondale heard that the scenery here is beautiful and wanted to come here to draw materials."

Shade also took out his deck. Of course, all the special cards have been taken out.