Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Enmat Harbor, in a sunny room.

A handsome face is reflected on the glass of the belly window. He has dark pupils, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and slightly raised corners of the eyes. His slender, dark eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, and his nose is straight. The lips are thin and bright red, the face is well-defined, the skin is smooth and there is no wrinkle, but the face is slightly pale and bloodless, as if it has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, giving this young and extremely handsome gentleman a morbid and eerie beauty.

He held a freshly opened envelope in his hand, pulled out the letter paper inside, and stood in front of the bright window, browsing the letters from his subordinates.

"Dear Mr. Z:"

"Following your teachings, I pray devoutly to the great Lord every day, which makes me feel that my body and mind have been purified and sublimated, and my spirit has been liberated. I feel the existence of the Lord, who exists in everything , He exists in my body..."

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"Also, I developed a disciple in Tingen."

"He is active in the circle of occult enthusiasts in Tingen, and he also has high prestige in the circle of fortune tellers. He has studied occultism for many years and has a relatively in-depth understanding of occultism. He only needs a leader People, take him to open the door of the extraordinary world."

"I used the reason of exploring occultism to covertly promote our ideas to him. He agrees with us very much and believes that mystery exists in everyone. As long as you use appropriate methods to tap your own potential, you can obtain extraordinary power."

"His name is Heinus Vincent. He is a wise and sociable man. I think he will be very helpful to our great mission in Tingen, so I would like to recommend him to you."

"Enclosed is the information on Heinus Vincent, and we are waiting for your instructions at any time."

His bony white fingers pulled out a few more thin sheets of letter paper from the envelope, and a photo fell off as the paper was pulled out.

This handsome Mr. Z reached out to catch the photo.

This is a half-length shot of Heinus Vincent in a black classic robe with the Divination Club in the background. He should be in his thirties. His thick brown hair seems to be unmanaged, criss-crossed in all directions. Because the hair is thick and stiff and the roots are distinct, it reminds Mr. Z of a seabird's nest. His skin was rough, and he even had some obvious acne marks. His eyes were dark and dark, and there were thick bags under the eyelids.

As soon as Mr. Z saw Heinus Vincent clearly in the photo, he couldn't help frowning his pretty eyebrows, looking away, and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, with this appearance, why doesn't he believe in a tyrant?"

Mr. Z stood by the window for a while, and suddenly said:

"Hmph, Sirius is an idiot, everyone wants to be in the organization!"

He brought the materials of Haines Vincent to his eyes again, browsed through them hastily, and then turned back to the desk in the room. He sat down at the desk, picked up the new stationery, and began to reply.

"Pray devoutly to the Lord..."

"You need to pay more attention to the matter of welcoming the coming of the Lord's heir. You should do the preliminary work of collecting materials and choosing a sufficiently hidden and suitable location. You should..."

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"Hainus Vincent's joining the organization remains to be seen."

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Haines hurried home and didn't go to bed after washing up as usual. After a brief cleaning, he took the newly acquired notes to the living room.

The notes in the dark black cardboard cover were placed on the desk, and Haines couldn't wait to open the first page.

Then, Haines was stunned, he realized that he didn't know the words.

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

There was an urgent knock on the door of 19 Howles Street.

As the sky was getting light, Haines Vincent impatiently came to the block where Sirius Aripis was located, and knocked on the door of No. 19.

Sirius had already gotten up early and was sitting in the lounge waiting for breakfast.

After inquiring about the master, the servant opened the door and welcomed Haines, who had more obvious dark circles, into the living room. Sirius was already waiting in the living room.

"Hainas, good morning, what's the matter for visiting me so early?"

Sirius curiously asked Haines who seemed anxious and excited.

Haines looked around the living room and found that there was no servant there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Sirius, I got a magical notebook. I think it may be the magical item you mentioned."

"What? Where did you keep it? With you?"

Sirius was shocked, and quickly stood up, instead of stepping forward, he took a few steps back, asking questions with some fear.

"Yes, I brought it."

Saying that, Haines quickly took out the notes, and stepped forward to show Sirius.

Sirius quickly took a few steps back with agility that didn't match his age, approaching the door of the living room. At the same time, he said in a somewhat elevated tone:

"Stop, don't get close, you put it on the coffee table."

It was only then that Haines realized that Sirius had some unreasonable reactions.

He put the notes on the marble coffee table as Sirius requested. Then he asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? Sirius."

Sirius carefully judged Haines' state for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual about him. Slightly relieved, he turned his attention to the notes in the dark black cover on the coffee table. After reading for a while, he didn't feel any abnormal spiritual touch, so he looked at Haines with some reproach in his tone.

"Didn't I teach you that magical items have terrible negative effects, don't touch them rashly, they will affect you, pollute you, and even turn you into a monster. How can you just carry it around like this?"

Haines moved his lips, but did not make a sound, and then murmured out a sentence: "But there is nothing unusual about it."

Sirius walked to the coffee table, examined the notebook, and said, "Why do you think this notebook is a magical item?"

"I found it in the antiquities market. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Although it didn't look like an ancient book, I insisted on buying it back at a high price."

"I don't think ordinary ancient books will be so attractive to me."

"I went home and found the symbols or words on it looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them."

"Although I can't distinguish these words, I feel dizzy when I look at these words carefully. I feel that these words are like a suction force, which firmly attracts my spirit and mind."

"I want to decipher these words. My intuition tells me that there must be secrets hidden here, and deciphering them will yield great gains."

Sirius didn't answer, but reached out and opened the cover of the note.

What caught my eye were some familiar words, but they were not commonly used in the current language, nor were they related to the mysterious or extraordinary Hermes language. Sirius carefully identified it, and found that it was somewhat similar to the general script structure of the Northern Continent, but it was not the script of any country in Ruen, Fusac, or Intis.

"This should be the ancient Feysac language. The modern Northern Continent's common language evolved from it, so you will feel familiar and unfamiliar when you look at these words."

"I'm not very familiar with ancient Feysac, I think we need to go to the library to borrow some dictionaries or related references."

The two studied the notes for a while, but because they could not decipher the text, they found nothing. In the end, the two decided that Sirius should report the notes, and Haines would go to his circle to inquire about whether he could find Gufusa in the university. Sirius borrowed related dictionaries from DeVille Library.

The day passed by in a hurry, and in the evening, Haines and Sirius gathered again at No. 19 Howles Street to exchange the harvest of the day.

Since Haines had to find out about the library of Hoy University through his friends, he didn't get any practical gains.

Sirius has already borrowed dictionaries and related books such as "Origin and Evolution of Ancient Feysac" and "History of Civilization of the Northern Continent" from the Deville Library.

The two translated the words on the notes little by little in front of the dictionary. This is very difficult, because the ancient Fuysak script is quite different from the modern text. If the composition rules of the sentences and the roots of the vocabulary are very similar to the modern text, they cannot even be sure that it is a variant of the ancient Fuysak text.

The two of them had been busy for almost a whole night, until the outside of the window was slightly pale, and the sound of hunger protested from the stomach, the two realized that they hadn't slept all night, and Sirius even forgot to pray to the great existence!