Lord of Secrets

It wasn't that Lehman wanted that special thing, but he was dissatisfied. He was so badly beaten that he could only be tougher.

When Ubermore heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and then he said calmly: "Legerman, don't be discouraged. After all, I have more experience than you, otherwise I wouldn't have such a good relationship with Smith."

What kind of experience do you have, just trying to take advantage of me... Lehman cursed in his heart. He then looked at Ubermo, sighed and said: "It has only been less than a year since I became a transcendent. I didn't expect that I have experienced so much." thing."

Skullen glanced at Lezman but said nothing.

Some naive children... Ubermo looked at him with a smile, as if he were looking at a child who had not grown up, which made Lehman feel helpless and discouraged.

Then, Ubermo said: "Lehman, would you like me to give you a special item in exchange for the oil painting in your hand?"

Lehman narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ubermo, and then said: "Did you see something?"

He didn't really think that Ubermo had seen something. After all, they were both "knowledgeable people", and he didn't quite believe that the other party could see things that he didn't see.

Ubermo said calmly:

"I didn't see anything, but I always felt that the woman inside was very attractive to me."

Suddenly, he looked at Lehman with deep meaning and said with a smile: "And as a treasure hunter, mysterious things are what I pursue."

Treasure hunter... Lezman took a deep look at Ubermo and couldn't help but feel wary of him. At the same time, there was a thought in his mind that he might be harmful to his parents.

But after just a moment, he gave up these thoughts. He was indeed biased against treasure hunters, but Ubermore's behavior temporarily gained his approval.

He believed that his ability to see people would not be any worse at least.

About the so-called treasure.

Lehman is not that obsessed with these things. Archeology is just a hobby. He is not short of money. He is simply generous, just like a gift from an elder to a younger generation.

So he raised his head slightly and said, "I'll give that oil painting to you later. It's considered a gift from me."

Ubermo smiled, nodded, and then said: "Okay, you might as well come all the way to save your ass. This will be regarded as your filial piety to me."

Skullen's face was calm, but he felt a little funny in his heart.

…

Back on the Lier calendar, it was already 8pm.

Sgulen has not come back yet, he is still dealing with some things with Lezman.

Tonight's performance was cancelled, so even if Ubermo came back, he wouldn't be able to perform.

Ubermo came to the bedroom. Spirituality gushed out from his fingertips, turning into a cage and covering the room. He then lay on the bed and meditated into the illusory sea of ​​stars.

Sitting in the dark hall, Ubermo dispersed the fog behind him and took out the oil painting.

He used the power of the mist and the illusory sea of ​​stars, and countless tiny stars seemed to emerge from his golden eyes.

The picture of this oil painting is getting clearer, but Nagafeisiya's figure is still hazy. Apart from that, he had no clues about the so-called treasure.

Immediately, he captured the characteristics of Gray Keith from the fog, and then began to "see through" it, and began to look through his broken memories.

Traces of the character's history are inherited only from its original owner. This is because the birth of the characteristic object partially intersects the historical traces of the original owner and the characteristic object, thus giving it.

For a moment, after Ubermo placed Gray Keith's characteristic objects and the oil painting he named "Bloody Glass Slippers" into the huge seat, the fog enveloped these things again.

From the characteristics of Hui Kesi, Ubermore knew that De Yier had only revealed a little bit, that there was indeed a treasure in Yes Peak, and it seemed to be related to a woman.

Apart from that, he didn't get anything more valuable. However, Ubermo guessed that the woman might be Gavisiya, and the location in her oil paintings might be on the Yes Peak.

However, Ubermo was not very interested in treasures, so he did not go out of his way to ask for specific information. Of course, if you give him all the clues, he won't have trouble with the treasure.

Therefore, Ubermo didn't want to deliberately search for these clues about Kaphisiya. It would only waste his time, and he still had things to deal with.

The most important thing is that he knows that when sometimes mysteries attract each other, you don't have to search for them deliberately and you will continue to meet them.

This was the reason why he didn't bother to pursue it.

Immediately, he thought of his previous doubts, and a golden flame appeared in his hand.

Ubermo looked at it quietly, but didn't feel anything. In the end, he could only guess that it had something to do with the "Eternal Radiance Blazing Sun".

…

In a small wooden house, the dim candlelight gave a glimmer of light, and the somewhat yellowed window paper reflected two figures, shaking from time to time.

"Old Mr. Romci, can you tell me about Dilafe Peak?" Horus said, looking at the old man in front of him.

He was a little skinny, with sunken eyes, and his face was covered with nasolabial wrinkles, like a dying old man.

Romci was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "Dilafei Peak was not called this name hundreds of years ago, but was called Mutefei Peak.

“This is where Damonas ended!”

Horus continued to ask: "Then no one has come here to investigate?"

He had not seen any other outsiders in the village under Dilafe Peak for several days.

Romji replied: "Basically no one knows that this place is called Mutefei Peak."

Horus was a little confused when he heard this.

But then Romji explained: "Because the landscape of the Dark Plateau has changed drastically, the mountain peaks collapsed, the rivers shifted, and huge rift valleys and new peaks appeared..."

What... Horus was a little surprised, what kind of earthquake must this be, or...

The last possibility was a bit hard for Horus to imagine. Although there were mysterious powers in this world, even though he had experienced a miracle himself, he still had difficulty understanding it.

Because he doesn't know whether those gods exist, whether there are extraordinary beings who can match the gods, and how powerful is the so-called demigod Medre?

In short, he has never experienced it personally, so he cannot understand it.

Romji saw a moment of shock on Horus's face, and then smiled: "My grandfather once told me that it was caused by the battle between Damonas and the others.

"But I don't know if it's true or not, but history books should record the great earthquake more than 400 years ago."

Horus heard this and said, "Then why do you think this is the place of death for Damonas?"

When Romci heard what Horus said, he smiled and said, "This is what my fathers told me."

Mr. Romci's father...the descendant of Odes... Horus glanced at Romci and then thought.

Originally, he was supposed to set off to other places and find a way to get the formula for his next destiny. However, he went to Dilafe Peak, and he always felt that there was something hidden here, which made him a little concerned.

Then, he looked at Romji and said, "Is there any secret here?"

Romji continued: "My grandfather told me that this is the place where Damonas died and was resurrected. The key to the underworld is hidden on the top of the mountain."

Underworld... Hearing this, Horus frowned slightly.

Looking at Horus's expression, Romji continued: "And the power of Damonas. If you get it, you can become a demigod."

Horus narrowed his eyes and thought, then asked, "Have you been to the peak?"

Romji shook his head, and then said: "No, I have been up there before, but I walked directly to the bottom of the peak. However, most of the other people disappeared, maybe died on the top of the peak, but some followed me Same."

The white candle was slowly melting. Under the dim candlelight, Romji took out an old and yellowed painting from his arms and placed it on the shabby wooden table.

Horus saw a prismatic crystal on Romci's chest, tied around his neck with an ancient black rope.

Romji then said: "This is a portrait of Ostani, who is said to be my grandfather's grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather...

"In short, it was passed down from the ancestors of Odes!"

Horus suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't know why Romji suddenly took out this painting. But he still looked at the portrait. It was indeed old and a little blurry.

The painting shows a woman with long black hair and a pair of eyes that are as black as black gemstones. Wearing a white gauze skirt, she has a classical beauty and looks a little seductive.

After seeing this painting, Horus looked at Romci in confusion, and then asked: "Why did you suddenly show me this painting?"

Romji sighed and said: "My son and grandson have been missing for many years. Maybe I will leave this world soon, and then I can only bury these oral secrets in the grave."

After a moment of silence, Horus then said: "Then why didn't you tell other people in the village, but instead told me an outsider."

Romji said with a grimace: "Our village is almost isolated from the outside world. I hope someone can spread these secrets and clear the names of my ancestors and Ostani."

Suddenly, Romji asked: "Have you discovered anything when you went up the mountain these days?"

Horus shook his head and said, "No."

Romji sighed again and said: "It would be great if I could get the secret about the top of the mountain before I die. At least let me know the reason why Sniby and Henai died."

…

Romji stood up slowly, his body a little stooped, and staggered toward the door. He gently pushed the wooden door open, came outside, and closed the door.

Horus sat on the wooden chair, listening to Romci's rhythmic footsteps, looking at the flickering candlelight, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Horus felt that the candlelight was slightly dazzling, and then he blew out the candle, lay quietly on the bed, and slowly fell asleep, like a cold corpse.

…

Today is September 1st, a new month.

After Ubermo finished his breakfast and read the date in the newspaper, it suddenly occurred to him that it was time to write them another letter.