The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 64 Failed Divination

"Ikanser's remarks are not so much a hint, but a warning, a warning from the danger of nightmares!"

"As for the meaning of the dream of the ancient gods related to Roselle, perhaps we can avoid some risks in advance by collecting diaries and looking for clues in them."

"Just collecting and reading diaries has almost become the monopoly of fools in the Tarot Society. What excuse should I find to let Justice and the Hanged Man pass the collected diaries to me?"

On the crowded pier, while thinking about his next plan, Aiwen walked slowly along the passenger flow channel that was isolated in advance to the station where he could take a public carriage.

During this period, a sudden shout interrupted his thoughts:

"Mr. Ivan, here!"

Hearing the sound, he looked sideways and saw a sneaky young man wearing a peaked cap and a linen shirt, whose demeanor and movements were the same as most black street rats he had seen before, waving outside the fence of the passenger flow passage arms.

"It's not six fingers..."

After approaching and looking around, Aiwen found that there was only one person on the other side.

This black street rat with a flattering smile on his face wiped the sweat from his palms on his thighs, carefully stuffed a few ticket stubs and a withdrawal slip signed by Walker into his hands, and He explained apologetically:
"Mr. Aiwen, there is very unfortunate news. The former boss of the Razor Gang, One-Eyed Walker, secretly left Tingen with a deposit in advance."

"One-eyed Walker absconded with the money?" Ivan's face sank instantly, and he shook the withdrawal slip in his hand and asked:
"When did this happen?"

"The last time we saw them was last night." The young Black Street Mouse, with obvious anger and disappointment on his face, continued after a pause:
"However, that batch of goods is still in our hands. The newly appointed Boss with Rotten Teeth will complete the transaction according to the original agreement between them. If you have any objections, you can go to the Black Rose Bar to talk to him in detail..."

After all, he nodded slightly to Ivan with an apologetic face, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people.

"The acting is not bad, the expression is in place... but he walked a little too quickly."

In the pocket of his jacket, Brenes suddenly poked out half of his head, and let out a low laugh with no clear meaning.

The extraordinary ability of the high-level and Sequence Five Desire Apostle allows him to easily identify a person's mood swings, even more efficient than a lie detector.

"During the time I was away from Tingen, Walker disappeared... what a coincidence!"

Watching the direction in which the Black Street Mouse left, Aiwen spread out the withdrawal slip in his hand on his chest, so as to block the sight of the mixed people on the pier, and asked in a low voice to Brenes in his coat pocket:
"Can you find useful information from this piece of paper?"

Stretching out his small arm to wipe the signature on the withdrawal form, Brenes nodded and said:

"I need a quiet place, and some items and materials needed for the ceremony..."

……

More than half an hour later, in the small and simple guest room on the second floor of an extremely ordinary hotel in the east district of Tingen City.

He didn't go home, or went to the station to ask Upton and others. Aiwen, who was about the details of the Razor Gang, found the silver knife, rose and winter jasmine petals, essential oils, candles and other items needed for the ceremony, and put them one by one. In the eyes of Brenes.

However, due to the fact that most of the shops were closed late at night, he brought the silver knife from a certain villa, picked the flower petals from the flower garden, borrowed the candles from the hotel owner, and replaced the essential oils with incense.

Looking at the scattered materials on the table, Brenes felt a little lost, and said helplessly, "I never thought that the great guardian of the highlands would be so downcast..."

Sighing, he set up a simple temporary altar, dragged the silver table knife with the arm of the puppet, and shook it a few times towards the half-length candle in front of him:
"In my name, the great guardian of the highlands, the head of the king's bodyguard, the rose lord, the name of Brenesse!"

As soon as the words fell, majestic spirituality gushed out from the table knife, blowing an invisible hurricane, and "whimpering" quickly spread to every corner of the small room with only a pair of tables, chairs and a small bed.

Let this place completely become a closed space in the extraordinary sense, isolating possible interference from the outside.

"It seems to be different from the divination ceremony held by Sariel when he was looking for the bicycle before. He was praying to himself, while Sariel was praying to the god of steam and machinery..."

Aiwen, who stood quietly on the side, watched Brenesse's every move, and quickly compared it with the ceremony he saw for the first time.

However, due to the poor mystical knowledge of the "generalist", and the fact that he has been focusing on technological inventions since he became a superhuman, he is basically insulated from the mysterious side, so he didn't research any methods for a while.

As for the puppet-shaped Brenes, after reciting his honorable name, he put down the silver table knife that was about the same height as it, and threw essential oil and flower petals towards the candle in turn.

Then he began to dance some kind of primitive dance like a great god, twitching his body crazily, while muttering words in his mouth:

"In my name, I summon the spirit that exists in the void, and tell me about the recent encounters of the Razor Gang in Tingen City, One-Eyed Walker!"

During the repeated chanting so far, the mung bean-sized flame on the candle slowly turned pale, and then quickly swelled to the size of an adult's fist, and flickered non-stop.

And almost at the same time, a series of gloomy "strange winds" suddenly rose from the floor, rapidly revolving around the two of them, making creepy noises and inaudible murmurs from time to time.

It was like a quiet late night, when there was a short and rapid sound suddenly coming from the room, and in the corridor or in the attic, there was an occasional "click" sound of marbles beating, but after careful search, they disappeared.

But this strange situation didn't last long. Breness, who was dancing some kind of primitive dance, suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth with all his might, revealing an abyss-like mouth.

At the same time, with an indistinct voice, he said in a godlike voice:

"I saw a grand banquet...blood and betrayal...steel and flames..."

"I saw an upside-down mausoleum...Slavery and death...Destruction and rebirth..."

"me!!"

Suddenly, Brenes covered his head and let out a series of screams that could break the eardrums of ordinary people. Affected by this, Aiwen subconsciously covered his ears, but found that the screams from spirituality exploded directly from his mind. Open, the flesh can't stop it at all.

In just two or three seconds, bright red blood oozes from his mouth and nose.

"Brennes!"

In desperation, Ivan tore Brenes off the table, ready to forcibly pinch the other's mouth that could not be closed.

But at this moment, a blurry black shadow suddenly appeared on the pale candle that had swelled to the size of a fist, and after a brief flicker, an eye with golden vertical pupils appeared, until a few seconds later, it seemed like the real darkness It spread suddenly, extinguishing the pale candles, flooding the temporary altar, and returning everything to silence.

Before Aiwen asked what happened, he heard Brenes, who had been slipped into his hands, say in a weak state:

"It's really... stabbing the true god's nest."

"No! At least two kings of angels, and the existence of a true god."

Rubbing his humming forehead, Ai Wen frowned and asked, "What about the Razor Gang? Is there anything else to gain?"

After a very humane breath, Brenes slowly explained: "The handwriting on it really came from One-Eyed Walker, otherwise it would be impossible to divination any effective information with just a piece of paper."

"But he didn't abscond with the money, but died!"

"Gang infighting?"

"Can a gang fight involve so many things?" Putting it on the table, Ivan asked a little puzzled.

"It wouldn't have involved so much."

Glancing at the messy temporary altar on the table, Brenes sighed and sat down slowly.

"Those wandering in the dark corners, unable to enter the underworld due to obsession, malice or other extraordinary factors, are limited by their own spirituality and will not pay attention to the existence of high-level personalities."

"However, in order to cover up the secrets, some existences have tampered with things related to them. I know who He is, but I can't express His name, because that will completely expose us to the other party, and we will eventually be arranged for the established In the story..."

"Give up, Ai Wen, this matter cannot be investigated any further."

"It may involve Sequence 0 of the lawyer path, and there are some secrets that I don't understand. Even if you and I are at our peak, we may not be able to fight against them."

(End of this chapter)