The Modern Age of the Mysterious

He was about to become a Jack-level explorer and harvested his own mask. Sean was very excited. He knocked on the room opposite Moonlight, and the two ate, drank, and chatted for a long time.

During this period, Moonlight called Winnie for half an hour. After that, the two chatted with Angel about the Daedalus Foundation for a long time. Sean went back to his room to sleep in the middle of the night.

Sean woke up early the next morning. The mask-granting ceremony was at ten o'clock in the morning. Sean had made an appointment with Moonlight the night before.

"Catherine has helped me so much. Although the mask granting is not a very grand ceremony, I still have to invite her to participate." Thinking of this, Sean after breakfast took the elevator directly to the place where the Guling Quest Company is located. On the floor, just sit in the front hall and wait.

Sean looked at the newspaper and heard the sound of the heel hitting the ground like a snare drum, and the familiar, slightly magnetic lady's voice: "Oh, look who is here, the official explorer - Mr. Sean! "

Putting down the newspaper, Sean smiled and stood up. Today's Katherine is wearing a striped women's shirt over a beige trench coat, and she takes off her mask as she walks through the company door.

Sean found that the mask in Catherine's hands was no longer a "Pale Aria", but a "Violet Nightingale" - which also represented the function of an "actor", and was also in the shape of an opera mask, but the material and workmanship were upgraded, and the tone was never too high. Simple white, transformed into a combination of violet-blue feathers, the teardrop of the mask is a shining sapphire...

"You're already Queen-level?!" Sean was a little surprised - it's not that easy to raise the level of explorers, and some people can only be Jack-level all their lives.

Katherine's face was cold, but Sean knew that she couldn't read her mental activity from her expression. She said, "Last time, Central Avenue was actually part of my promotion mission. If it wasn't for your delay, I would have been promoted long ago."

Although her expression and words were cold, she obviously said a few more words—it meant that she was in a good mood.

Sean found out that there was a girl beside Catherine. She has short hair and wears the "Faithful Panza" mask—a cute, chubby, moustache-like figure.

This kind of mask usually symbolizes the functions of assistants and followers - yes, whether it is daily life or exploratory work, there are always people who have to play the role of "attendants".

The "Faithful Panza" mask is somewhat special. If the explorer does not show a very special function, but gets a high score in the personality reliability test, he can get this mask. However, the explorer who wears the "Faithful Pansha" mask can be awarded any high-level mask after blooming his own characteristics.

Faithful Pansha helped Catherine hold her bag and held a lot of materials in her hands, just like Sean who was holding ten thick books at the beginning, looking a little funny. The other party seemed a little shy, and Sean's eyes quickly returned to Catherine's face: "Ten o'clock in the morning is my mask-granting ceremony, and I want to invite you to participate."

Catherine sneered: "Come on, what's there to participate in." She passed Sean with her heels dangling, and Faithful Pansha hurriedly followed. Before entering the office, she looked back at Sean: "But I still have to congratulate you—by the way, if the weapon you picked up hasn't been broken, it can be regarded as a gift from me to celebrate your return. "

Sean smiled wryly: Katherine is always like this.

She closed the door. Faithful Pansha put the documents on her desk and looked back to see Miss Catherine hanging her trench coat on the coat rack, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Sean returned to the hotel floor, knocked on Moonlight's door, and then the two found Jasmine and accompany her to the office - she was going to undergo hypnotherapy today to ensure that the mental shock would not come back.

Almost at the time mentioned in the letter, Sean and Moonlight took the elevator to the 31st floor of the Quest Center.

The "New Zealand Quest Examination Committee" is not only responsible for granting masks to newcomers. Quests who have completed the upgrade assessment also need to go to the committee to exchange for new masks, so there are more people coming and going on this floor.

As soon as Sean stepped out of the elevator, a staff member in a black suit and a "mask maker" mask with a black background and gold edges found Sean: "Mr. Sean, please come with me." Very formal - the making and awarding of masks is a long-standing tradition in the explorer industry, so each link is quite ceremonial.

Following the mask craftsman and walking away from the crowd, Sean felt a little nervous, Moonlight smiled and said, "Don't worry, you have deciphered key information in the mission, and you have successfully delayed Aegwynn, you will definitely get the 'Silence'. The clerk's mask."

It is the rarest mask that suits you best. If he can get it, Sean will gain a central position in the mission - one of the keys to mastering his own destiny.

The most important thing is that because the function of this mask requires the support of "mysterious knowledge", the secretary can obtain the same level and higher data viewing authority.

Sean said as he walked: "However, maybe my performance in deciphering the ciphertext is a little too conspicuous, and maybe I will get a mask in this direction, such as 'Apprentice in Tacheng' or 'Young Scribe' ."

Moonlight shrugged noncommittally: "That's not bad, at least it highlights your function."

Sean and Moonlight followed the mask maker straight forward, passing through many gates, and the number of people became less and less, until they reached the end of the main road, in front of a gate with a sign of "The Eye of Secrets".

Sean saw the words written on the copper nameplate on one side: "The Hall of a Thousand Faces"

When the mask maker pushed the door, Moonlight looked into Sean's eyes and raised his eyebrows, which meant clearly: Don't blink!

When I followed the craftsman in, it was still pitch black in the Hall of Thousand Faces.

With the sound of empty footsteps~www.NovelMTL.com~ the arc lamps on the wall were lit one by one.

This is a circular hall with a size of about 500 square meters. The arc-shaped walls are very high, and there are countless masks of various kinds neatly hung on the walls...

Sean was a little stunned. His eyes slowly blinked and slowly rotated. The masks on the wall were all facing the center of the hall. It felt like thousands of audience members were staring at him.

The mask maker walked behind a spirited old man, who was not wearing a mask. The old man walked in front of Sean and shook hands firmly. After the director of the Quest Examination Committee introduced himself, he led Sean to the center of the hall, next to a circular black marble floor: "You stand here, no matter what. Don't move what happens - your mask will find you."

After saying these philosophical words, he led Moonlight and the mask maker out of the hall.

The lights in the hall went out one by one. As darkness descended, Sean, standing in the center of the rotunda, felt as if he had returned to the underground labyrinth.

The invisible darkness around him made him a little mentally sensitive - the aftermath of the Lewin incident was still reverberating in his heart, and he was still a little nervous about this dark place similar to an underground labyrinth.

Swallowing his saliva, Sean comforted himself: "It's just the mask-granting ceremony, don't be nervous..."

Still thinking about it, he suddenly discovered that the masks on the wall seemed to be stained with starlight, and they all lit up.

Then, all the masks seemed to have left their positions, and began to spin around Sean, forming a spectacle in front of Sean—he seemed to be observed and scrutinized by countless faces...

Sean found that the light of some masks dimmed and disappeared in the darkness.

The number of swirling masks is getting smaller and smaller...