Old-time musicians

As he spoke, a small container with a turbid glass texture appeared in Viadrin's hand.

From the shape, it is similar to a miniature "watering can".

"Hiss——"

Colorless and transparent water vapor sprayed out.

This liquid floated to the front without any smell, and there was no discomfort, but some mixed sounds began to sound faintly in Fanning's head.

The sound of branches swirling, the sound of wings humming, and the sound of crystals shattering

The next moment, he saw that the water vapor seemed to dissolve the dusty inner walls of the "incinerator".

"Cracks" or "riverbeds" began to spread out of thin air, and the farther they spread, the deeper they spread, indicating a more distant border or warning area!

"What is this?" Fanning couldn't help but look at the "small watering can" in Viadrin's hand again.

It must be filled with some extremely rare and extremely secret substances. It should be known that the Special Patrol Office can even refine things like "sneaky water", and I don't know there is such a way!

"Lymph of the Coccoids." Viadrin took a step and motioned Fanning to follow him.

Coccoids? Fanning tried his best to recall the chaotic experience he had in the Abnormal Zone, and then he could barely remember what this term referred to.

According to the document "Song of Coccoids", in the Second History, dragons and coccoids existed, and humans lived in the dark, eating and drinking on their knees; coccoids were non-human intelligent creatures, insect-like, winged, and worshipped a kind of witness master whose origin was unknown; now coccoids are gone, extinct like dodos and dragons, but coccoids have never disappeared, but "existed within".

Why can their lymph open the unknown boundaries of the "Incinerator"?

Incomprehensible substances.

"Carlon, when Anton entrusted me to teach you piano, I was probably expecting you to learn piano for more than ten or twenty years. I didn't expect that you would become a master after I fulfilled the contract for more than two years. Although you are better at composing and conducting, I can't teach you anything about piano. At best, it is an equal exchange. Everyone who can reach this point has chosen an artistic path that cannot be replicated."

In the vast expanse of pale nothingness and ashes, Viadrin slowly paced towards the recently opened border and spoke slowly.

"But you and I are both at the third level of profound understanding, and the next step is to be the orderer; or in other words, we are both 'New Moon', and the next step is to be the 'Torchbearer'. Although both are extremely difficult leaps, after all, during this Harvest Art Festival, we are all considered to be people who can climb up, especially the latter."

"So after obtaining Mr. Boulez's consent, I invited you to the Guidance School headquarters to have a chat, and finally told you some secrets that may be related to it. I hope that you, as an old member, will think more of the school in the future, and it can be regarded as my way of 'equal replacement' to fulfill the trust of an old friend."

Fanning saw the lightning in the "spark field" outside the wreckage while walking. They seeped in from the dark cracks and jumped and entangled everywhere.

"Some. School secrets?" Fanning asked after a short silence, "About the spiritual knowledge or true knowledge of the remains of the 'incinerator'? Or secrets related to a higher 'level'?"

"It can be said that they are all somewhat related." Viadrin nodded slightly, "Let me think about where to start the description."

"Do you know the theory about the 'eighth phase'?"

"About the undetermined ambiguity, the myriad of secret pasts, and the unhealed wounds of the riverbed of time?"

"Well, I forgot that you can survive and maintain your mind from the abnormal zone, so you must have a deep understanding of the secret history."

In fact, Fanning got an interpretation from Master Luckert of the southern continent before entering the abnormal zone.

"Then have you thought about a question."

Viadrin asked again.

"Since there is a more special 'secret history' in addition to the seven phases, is it possible that there is also an eighth artifact source god debris in addition to the seven artifact source god debris corresponding to the main phases?"

Fanning's pupils, which were originally calm and calm, suddenly shrank at this moment.

"I really never thought about it."

Yes.

Generally speaking, objects rich in the power of secret history are called "paradoxical antiques."

So is it possible that in a certain unknown historical event, a "paradoxical antique" with a status reaching the level of the Lord of Witness was formed?

"It's possible."

"The past school may have such a strange object, with a status comparable to the 'incinerator' debris, or even more strange than this!"

Vyadrin stepped over a gap like a metal crack, and then his body floated lightly diagonally upwards.

"It is the relic of Guido da Lello."

"Guido da Lello's relic may be a specific object, a revelation, or a key. All are possible." Marquis Paul McAdam spoke as he walked through.

His figure passed through the dark mist, the ground became riddled with holes, and the normal area of ​​the "Corridor of Sighs" behind him was gradually moving away.

"Guido da Lello? Isn't this the first generation leader of the Guidance School?" Roy followed closely and asked in confusion.

"The first generation leader of the Guidance School? That's right." McAdam said with a smile, "They have always insisted on claiming so, and we don't care about playing this kind of "concept analysis"."

"Guido D'Alezo was an ancient scholar of the 'Grand Court School' of the 3rd Sturungarian Dynasty, and he had a deep understanding of the hidden knowledge of the God of the Origin of Instruments. After the fall of the dynasty, the 'Grand Court School' split. But whether it is the Guidance School or the Bologna School, they still regard the hidden knowledge of the Origin God as an important object of study."

"As long as it is an organization of a 'school' rather than a 'church' nature, and as long as its attitude towards the mysterious world is 'study' rather than 'belief', who would not respect Guido D'Alezzo? From our perspective Judging from the results of a year's research on the prehistoric mysterious organization 'Mithraism', he is most likely the founder of the 'Disenchantment' branch, that is, he broke away from the dilemma of 'belief' and embraced 'study' Pioneer of the school of thought and organization.”

"The founder of the Disenchantment Sect," Roy frowned slightly, his thoughts diverging in leaps and bounds, "So, that mysterious message related to the 'Disenchantment Ritual' that you mentioned, the Special Patrol Office has been researching and transforming." Charm ritual'. Including the fact that Mr. Wax, the Executor, personally came forward to seal the possibility of trying to explore the secrets of the Eagles Mansion. Also, they put pressure on the Guidance School to covet the remains of the 'Incinerator'."

"The 'disenchantment ritual' surrounding all these actions was designed by Guido D'Alezo? What kind of ritual is this? What was it originally designed to do?"

McAdam shook his head: "I don't know."

"Perhaps it is used to 'become a god'. The Special Patrol Office has spent all its efforts over the years. Pogorelic's next goal is to be promoted to the Lord of Witnesses."

"If you read the original description of this ritual, you will know why the Special Patrol Office collected the remains of the God of Origin. Remember, do not discuss the 'Disenchantment Ritual' anywhere except in the secret area of ​​the 'Corridor of Sighs' of the school here. 'The specific content, even in a dream, will not work."

McAdam said as he pushed open a window that was crooked on the wall and showed signs of serious damage.

At the far end of the infinitely nested grotesque scenery, Roy saw a cyan storm, sharp light and staggered steps.

"Where is the secret realm of migration, 'Chaos Heaven'?" Roy exclaimed, "Why can you observe a frame of the scene of the Special Patrol Office?"

"Because I have found a divination method to sense 'disaster'." McAdam showed an enigmatic smile.

"His remains were contained in the 'Chaos Heaven Level', but he will be behind you now, briefly."

Roy suddenly turned around and found that he was surrounded by mirror-like clouds and cloud-like mirrors. Of course, this strange scene only passed by like an illusion.

But there were some words and sentences composed of Tulungarian that stayed in her visual remnants for a few seconds longer——

"The hour of its stasis is noon, the number of its keys is three, the number of its witnesses is seven, and its price is innumerable."