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I went back to the rumble with Miho first. No matter how long we wait, this strange phenomenon that keeps getting sunny and sunny is difficult if we use sinister alcoholic tricks. Grief said as she listened to our story.
"That's a polar phenomenon. Don't worry, it's just a natural phenomenon."
"Dramatic?"
"Hmmm... In my previous life, I explained to you that this world looked like a sphere. It happens because of that principle."
"......?"
The telescopes circled the ground and said,
"If this were our world, it would revolve around the Sun. And theoretically, it's been inferred that they're doing it. It's spherical, so while you rotate the sun, you get a lot of sunlight, a lot less concave, right?"
"Ah…"
"The Arctic is the place that gets the least sunlight. And because it's like the top of a person's head, not only does the sunset occur, but the stars are also going to be swirling around the North Pole."
"Wonderful place."
"You don't have to understand. This is all hypothetical and not important."
He muttered that much.
"Anyway, it should be easy to navigate since it's light all day. So what's the search result?"
"I'm not sure. Now if it's true that we've gone to the Arctic, I don't know if we should just keep heading north..."
"Isn't demand last night responsive?"
I took out the last night of demand I put in my armor. I left it for telepathic practice until I left for the Arctic, but now I think it's going to be necessary. I shook my head, placing the last night on the blueprint.
"I don't see any response. I wonder if this is the legendary zebra."
At the beginning, I expected to reach the Arctic continent, and I thought that the last night of demand would signal something by checking for secondary seals. However, even though he wandered around for a long time, he did not think about waking up.
Mangosteen folds his arms and rubs his chin.
"Let's think about the story of the monument that the prophet Astana told us."
"Hmm…"
He sat still and seemed to roll his head for about a week. And then he said,
"I think it's in a different order."
"How is it different?"
"First, the cost of demand stone is [no trial]. But meeting the God of Silence suggests we can break the secondary seal. And in order to meet the god of silence, he said," You have to cut the blood and awaken the ancient veins. ""
"Cut the blood and awaken the ancient veins... I don't know where to begin."
"......"
He thought about it for a long time. Then I sighed.
"Too much uncertainty. There seems to be only one way to get it out of here."
"How do you do that?"
"We should make a deal."
I realized what Persuasion was saying.
"Trade knowledge with the prophets of Astana!" '
Then he said, worryingly.
"I want to make a deal, but I don't have any more books. He had no interest in gold or territory..."
"Another book, perhaps."
I've never spoken to a shrink about a paramedic in my life. In addition, in the past life other than the interpretation of the paramedic, he hid his existence as much as possible. However, I was nervous for a moment because of the two hearts that Mangosteen spoke. Then Mangling smiled and said.
Don't you have an anonymous letter? "
Pa!
According to the telepathic opinions, I moved into the interior recession of the imperial palace to steal the Anonymous Priest. Of course, I had to slow down as much as possible, so I waited until nightfall to infiltrate. As soon as I appeared in the interior, I found a book called the Anonymous Priest in front of my eyes, and I smiled bitterly.
'Really, you did a good job watching it then.'
In my twelfth lifetime, when Taehecheon celebrated the season and overlapped the weather, I broke into the Imperial Palace and identified the material of the incantation book. I remember exactly where it was, so I was able to shove the Anonymous Priest in my armor as soon as I showed up.
I looked around.
You didn't get caught, did you? Let's get out of here. '
It was then.
Shhh!!
Along with a sharp sound, I can see something blue rising on the dark interior desolation. As I gradually found out that it was becoming a human form, my face hardened. I thought I hadn't been spotted, but the moment I stepped into the inner oblivion, I felt like I was caught in a detection system.
It must be the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Forestry.
I still can't handle a one-on-one battle with the Decepticons because of my bopae backorder.
But this much time is enough. I did not speak of Katabuta, but quickly used the flashlight to go to an unpopular place near the Fallen Yang.
Pa 'at
I did not go straight to the fancy song because I was aware of the possibility of traceability at that moment. I stood still on the unpopular plains and waited for about a second, then went to the Astana Embassy this time with no trace of it.
The prophet came out after opening a big door at the embassy.
What's going on?]
"Prophets. We have a deal."
I spoke briefly and pulled out the anonymous letter in my arms. Then the prophet flinched as if he sensed the magical power that was present in the book. He rolls his eyes, looking this way and says,
[Powerful book. Would you trade it?]
"I think you have a lot of work for me to do as an anonymous priest."
[Anonymous priest... I see...]
The prophet looked at me and said,
[Give it to me.]
"I need to know if you know what I need."
[Fair point... Tell me, what do you want to know?]
I told you the information I wanted to get.
"I went to the North Pole to break the second seal of demand, but no reaction from Makya. Where do I go to meet that God of Silence? What do you mean," cut the blood and awaken the ancient veins "?"
When the prophet heard my question, he stretched his claw-like feet somewhere. Then, like pulling something out of his collar, he picked up a large stone that didn't fit at all in the air. He rubs a stone and mutters.
[Give me the anonymous letter and I'll answer.]
"If you try anything, I won't let you do anything."
When I handed him the Book of Anonymity, he immediately said,
[Bury your blood in the last night and bury it on the North Pole. Then the ancient sorcerer will take you to the god of silence.]
It was a concise and concise answer that exceeded my expectations. I asked out of curiosity.
"How do you know that right away?"
[I have the ability to read fortunes.] I've only used the power of the book I received from you to temporarily amplify its power...]
It was then.
Shhhhh -
Pa!
Suddenly, a blue light rises from the air, and a moment later, the crown jewel appears. I was frightened to see him.
'What?! How did he get here from the Middle School?!'
The reason I was hanging around the Falling Yang during a vision earlier was to see if the incantation was followed. And I came to the Embassy of Astana thinking that nothing will happen. It's a long way from the Middle Church, because there's no way the Jegar can chase us.
But the Chamberlain has also performed a tracking technique in the incantation book, and it can fly to Astana thousands of miles away!
"Thief."
"How did you get here?"
"You don't need to know. You'll be dead soon enough."
The tetrarch stared at me once, and he looked at the prophet standing on the altar. He seized the prophet with a short burst of elasticity.
"Greetings to the great race."
[......]
"Perhaps you have the Anonymous Scroll, but return it to me immediately. It belongs to the Imperial Court and was stolen by that thief! I have to return to the rightful owner of the party."
The prophet was a foreigner, not a human, so I did not see any change in the words. The facial expression only moved the twisted body without speaking. Then the prophet rebuked the tetrarch.
[If you want to go back to the original owner of the party... this anonymous priest must return to the copycat who sleeps in Le Luis.]]
"......!!"
The seagull looked flawed and surprised. The prophet moves slowly and stands at the center of the altar, listening to the book of anonymity.
[I have already received ownership of the Anonymous Scroll from Sao. Because the nature of the book requires me to acknowledge the ownership of the site, not the essential ownership, the anonymous priest is mine.]
"That's ridiculous! I'll take it by force."
The quarterback put out a bopae backorder. Until then, I've been watching the cracks in the ambush, but there's no loophole. At the same time, I'm nervous about what kind of tricks he'll use. If he fights with his bride, this place will be in chaos in no time.
However, it was at that moment that the prophet lifted his left arm's clasp.
Pa 'at
The quarterback's battle stance has completely evaporated from his position. It literally evaporated, so I couldn't even find a trace of him. I thought it was invisibility, but it also did not seem to have happened.
"What have you done?"
[I just let him go back to where he came from.]
Is it possible to be proficient in space-time?
The prophet replied bluntly.
[I have some more time, so ask me if you have any questions.]
"Well..."
I didn't think any more about the evaporated ribs. The prophet seemed to be very good at exotic alchemy, and in particular, he seemed to be good at spatial techniques. The seagull who arrived here over thousands of leagues was impressive, but if the prophet had sent him away, I wouldn't have to worry about tracking him down.
What are you asking me? '
Everything that is twisted now is related to the heretics, so I wanted to ask a lot of questions. However, it was unlikely that the prophet would answer them all. And you better ask me something that would benefit me right now. I rolled my head for a long time and said,
"I want to learn your tricks! How much can you learn in return?"
What specifically are you talking about?]
"I'm not talking about the most convenient or the most powerful technique you know."
Learn to drink with a foreigner!
Since my armor and boiling were all made of magic, which is called the Exotic Technique, the technique that became the source must also be powerful. In fact, the prophet blew the Chamberlain to the Imperial Palace right before my eyes. When I looked at the prophet with a palpable heart, he opened his eyes and said,
[That's not a fair trade. Unless you know what you like, there's no other way to say it. Can you agree to any additional stories that I would like to pursue fairer?]
"Seeking fairness? Some fairness."
[Your desire... demand... psychology... I need to know more about it. That way you can transfer the proper price for the drink...]
"How do you figure that out?"
Then the prophet stretched out his clasp-like feet and pointed at me.
[Agree to share the source of desire. If you agree, I will use the technique of sharing...]
"......"
A source of desire?
I thought about it. Is this really an acceptable deal? The opposing Pokémon have lived for thousands of years and are old and unwise. It may be smarter than telemetry. There's no way you'd be willing to make an additional deal with someone like that.
'Dammit. But if you don't accept this, we won't make a deal...'
I bite my teeth tightly. If you feel bad, you can come in the next life and take more from the prophet. I need to cross more dangerous bridges than that, now that I'm trying to be strong saving my life and sleep at night.
"I'll take that."
[Fine.]
Whioo -
After a short while, a transparent white thread appeared between me and the prophet, and in the middle, a seeferous sphere was formed. I felt like my mind was being sucked into that basketball, and at the same time, I felt like I was being read the desires or thoughts of the prophets in front of me. But it was too deep and deep to express [the word], an instinctive unconscious world.
"Is this the source of desire...? '
I don't know the other person's big secret with this. It is because it is not suitable for writing. However, we can know the most powerful desire or principle that the person unconsciously desires. The prophet said, as I kept the thread of sharing for a long time.
[I see. I've figured out the right way for you...]
The prophet stopped drinking and cut the thread of sharing. When I looked at him, the prophet said:
[I will teach you the art of Obsidian...]
"Obsidian Alchemy?"
Obsidian is a precious metal that shows the most powerful efficiency in storing memories. You can use this technique to put your own memories...]
"......?!"
What are you talking about?
I was conflicted and listened to him.
"Nonsense! Why do I need a way to store my memories?"
[Your source of desire was clearly in need of it. Because there was pain in your inner psychology that was difficult to cope with gradually spilling information.]
"......"
[Being able to store your own memories in obsidian means that you can simultaneously cut out useless memories and seek the efficiency of consciousness. And you can push the boundaries of talent.]
I kept my mouth shut for guessing in his description.
'Obviously...'
Nowadays, it has been difficult to accurately communicate my previous life's work to hopelessness or Miho. Because I didn't usually go through 14 previous lives, and remembering it carefully also required tremendous mental strength. Moreover, considering that, it was hard to concentrate on training. It was because I wanted to concentrate on my mind and practice martial arts and forget how I behaved.
I asked him.
"Is it possible to let others read the Obsidian that holds my memories?"
[Of course. It's a technique used for that... You can save your memories and read them when you want.]
Then the prophet was a little spooky.
[Consider yourself lucky. The price of the book is just right. because it is passed on to only our great race, and it is quite advanced. I could do a little damage.]
"Tsk..."
I pretended to grumble and replied.
"Okay. How long will it take to get the transfer?"
[It's only a matter of time before a human adult eats.]
"Just call it a ceremony..."
I was able to pass on obsidian magic from the prophet as a memory. Such foreigners seem to pass the memory directly to the other person, not just by saying or practicing the art of drinking. As soon as the memory was transferred, I realized that I had mastered the art of obsidian perfection.
The seer handed me three Obsidian in return.
[This is a gift... Now that you know, the bigger the Obsidian, the bigger the memory it can hold, so find the rest.]
"Thank you."
I received the Obsidian and returned to the rumble with a penitent smile.
'Good.'
Distributed Memory Storage!
From now on, the risk of mixed memories or confusion is greatly eliminated.