Chapter: 3267
The sunlight passing through the gaps in the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it shone in again.
At this time, Azik finally read all the letters and completed long-term thinking like "meditation" again and again.
He glanced at the letters that were all stacked on the table, and sighed slowly and long.
Then, he rummaged through the letter paper, pen and ink that could still be used, and wrote gently: "...I have woken up and received all your letters. They remind me of who I am and remember who I am. Who you are also remembers many things from the past.
"No matter how complicated or exciting your experience was, it exceeded my imagination, and it made me seem to understand some of the previous questions.
"From these letters, I can feel your joy, your exhaustion, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you have placed on your shoulders.
"I can probably guess the reason why you made that choice in the end, if it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to make up my mind.
"You have been a guardian from the beginning, from imitating others to being imitated by others.
"Next, I will embark on a journey to trace more of the past and witness the changes in this world.
"You seem to be still asleep, but that's all right, I'll write to tell you about interesting things, interesting customs, and interesting people I've met.
"I think it should be possible to send these letters to you by offering sacrifices..."
Reflecting the sunlight, the golden nib slid across the white paper, writing more and more.
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Backlund, inside the sun room of a townhouse.
Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.
"Auntie, Auntie, why is it here?" The little girl asked suspiciously, "The stories I heard were all about mysterious ceremonies held in the basement."
Melissa, whose hair was rolled up and wearing glasses, smiled and said, "That's an irregular mystic ceremony."
She then pointed to the altar that had been set up in front of her and the unlit candles and said, "You can start now."
"Really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunlight shining through the window, "Do you want to, do you want to close the curtains?"
"No, that's fine." After Melissa replied, she smiled and watched the little girl imitate her usual ceremonies in an unskilled, clumsy way.
During this process, she gave guidance from time to time, and even did it herself, and finally let the little girl complete the preparatory ceremony.
"Okay, follow me." Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually calming down.
"Hmm." The little girl also tried her best to look serious.
Melissa looked at the candlelight on the altar for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, and said in ancient Hermetic language: "The fool who does not belong to this era..."
"Water-catching language is the best thing to do..." The little girl had never learned ancient Hermes, and although she tried her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist..." Melissa continued to read.
"Ghost fractures and wounds dripping with holy honey to boil debts..." The little girl followed in a serious manner.
"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck..." After Melissa finished her sentence, the candlelight at the top swelled to the size of a human head before the little girl imitated it.
In the huge flame, a slippery tentacle with a vaguely evil pattern, but which was not clearly visible stretched out hesitantly, and the movement was extremely slow.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, then retreated abruptly, and hid behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips, and said with a gentle smile, "Don't be afraid, go say hello to him."
The little girl poked her head out from behind her aunt timidly, and saw that horrible, slippery tentacle swaying gently in the bright sunlight shining in from the window, as if it was wiping away the dust, and it seemed to be waving to herself.
"Go, don't be afraid," Melissa repeated.
The little girl finally summoned up her courage and stood in front of the altar.
She chattered some spells that she had invented, then smiled sincerely and raised her palms upwards.
The slippery tentacles with hidden patterns paused for several seconds, as if hesitant and unfamiliar.
Then, it lifted slightly, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.
In the sunlight, it slapped the little palm. JrNovels.com
At this time, Azik finally read all the letters and completed long-term thinking like "meditation" again and again.
He glanced at the letters that were all stacked on the table, and sighed slowly and long.
Then, he rummaged through the letter paper, pen and ink that could still be used, and wrote gently: "...I have woken up and received all your letters. They remind me of who I am and remember who I am. Who you are also remembers many things from the past.
"No matter how complicated or exciting your experience was, it exceeded my imagination, and it made me seem to understand some of the previous questions.
"From these letters, I can feel your joy, your exhaustion, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you have placed on your shoulders.
"I can probably guess the reason why you made that choice in the end, if it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to make up my mind.
"You have been a guardian from the beginning, from imitating others to being imitated by others.
"Next, I will embark on a journey to trace more of the past and witness the changes in this world.
"You seem to be still asleep, but that's all right, I'll write to tell you about interesting things, interesting customs, and interesting people I've met.
"I think it should be possible to send these letters to you by offering sacrifices..."
Reflecting the sunlight, the golden nib slid across the white paper, writing more and more.
����
Backlund, inside the sun room of a townhouse.
Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.
"Auntie, Auntie, why is it here?" The little girl asked suspiciously, "The stories I heard were all about mysterious ceremonies held in the basement."
Melissa, whose hair was rolled up and wearing glasses, smiled and said, "That's an irregular mystic ceremony."
She then pointed to the altar that had been set up in front of her and the unlit candles and said, "You can start now."
"Really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunlight shining through the window, "Do you want to, do you want to close the curtains?"
"No, that's fine." After Melissa replied, she smiled and watched the little girl imitate her usual ceremonies in an unskilled, clumsy way.
During this process, she gave guidance from time to time, and even did it herself, and finally let the little girl complete the preparatory ceremony.
"Okay, follow me." Melissa took a breath, her expression gradually calming down.
"Hmm." The little girl also tried her best to look serious.
Melissa looked at the candlelight on the altar for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, and said in ancient Hermetic language: "The fool who does not belong to this era..."
"Water-catching language is the best thing to do..." The little girl had never learned ancient Hermes, and although she tried her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist..." Melissa continued to read.
"Ghost fractures and wounds dripping with holy honey to boil debts..." The little girl followed in a serious manner.
"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck..." After Melissa finished her sentence, the candlelight at the top swelled to the size of a human head before the little girl imitated it.
In the huge flame, a slippery tentacle with a vaguely evil pattern, but which was not clearly visible stretched out hesitantly, and the movement was extremely slow.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, then retreated abruptly, and hid behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips, and said with a gentle smile, "Don't be afraid, go say hello to him."
The little girl poked her head out from behind her aunt timidly, and saw that horrible, slippery tentacle swaying gently in the bright sunlight shining in from the window, as if it was wiping away the dust, and it seemed to be waving to herself.
"Go, don't be afraid," Melissa repeated.
The little girl finally summoned up her courage and stood in front of the altar.
She chattered some spells that she had invented, then smiled sincerely and raised her palms upwards.
The slippery tentacles with hidden patterns paused for several seconds, as if hesitant and unfamiliar.
Then, it lifted slightly, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.
In the sunlight, it slapped the little palm. JrNovels.com
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