Night Raven Master

Chapter 105 The Broken Plank

The other two planks were fetched by Promi.

In addition to a few small dots, there is a paragraph written on one piece.

Art's eyes stayed on the wooden board for a long time, thinking about what was written on it, and after 10 minutes, he looked at another piece.

The other piece was exactly the one Art saw in the messy hut, the holes drilled on it were connected by black lines into a certain pattern.

Putting the three boards on the ground, Art thought and adjusted the position several times:

[He plays the epic of shadows,
Bringing the glorious empire to its pinnacle,
Like opera singers playing heroes.

However, it also comes into contact with reality,

And this is also the beginning of the destruction of the empire

Along time, towards the shadow.

The unknown twins sank to the ground.

It's all shadows, it's all shadows,
Red stars rise, gray stars set.

I am a shadow, and you are a shadow.

My songs, like tears, no longer flow.

The soul cannot sing.

The lost twelfth, I don't know where to go.

The empire fell apart, and the glory still faded.

The neglected cubs are biting the truth woven by lies.

The empire collapsed.

We, too, will perish. ]
Put aside the incomprehensible astrological chart for the time being, this whole article written in Alan language should be poetry.

The glorious empire that fell apart ten thousand years ago.

It's a pity that Yate doesn't know much about the history of the Glory Empire. What he knows is that there are a few empires on the Glory Continent, and the spell transcripts in his inventory Just a few words on it.

He, opera singer, shadow, red star gray star, twins, underground, lost twelfth, cub, lie
A series of sentences carried various images that he couldn’t understand at all, and he didn’t know whether the content contained a secret epic, or a certain imperial wizard wrote a lot of poems when the empire fell, and he moaned without illness. sentence.

But judging from the fact that Prome is so nervous, what secret does it have——

Art turned his head and asked Promi, "Promi, do you know what metaphor these three boards have?"

The next moment, he heard Promi's inner self-talk:
"Metaphor? What metaphor? Those weird sentences? Is there a secret? Apart from being related to my birth, what secret is there? If I know, I will be killed? But I really don't know! I don’t have any memory and just say that I don’t know? But if he thinks I’m worthless because I don’t know, will he kill me?”

Art, who was not conscious at all, labeled Promi as "persecution paranoia", and Promi's self-talk made him sigh in his heart, this guy probably didn't know.

Immediately, Prome's voice sounded: "These boards seem to be related to me, but I don't know anything, I just hide them"

Language can be polished, who would believe this reason?

Art said to himself, then glanced at him: "That's it, you bury the body first."

"Yes! Master!" Without a word, Promi turned around and floated away, manipulating a few mimics to carry the bodies of the six people on their backs, ready to bury them.

Watching Prome's actions, Art shook his head, then turned his gaze to the inventory.

I just hope the inventory can give him some useful information.

The palm brushed against the surface of the three wooden boards, and there were three more wooden boards in one of the items.

[Shattered wooden board lv2: The ordinary wooden board that records the nameless poem and the legendary star map written by the last glorious wizard McMillan of the Glorious Empire, has no power and has shattered. 】

What Art was worried about happened. The three boards were just ordinary boards without any information.

The only information given to him was "Macmillan, the last glorious wizard", "Anonymous Poetry", and "Legendary Star Map".

Without any detailed explanation.

Headache.

This is the only thing Yate feels now, and then he shook his head. Since there is no way to solve it now, he can only wait for a chance to deal with it later. After going to Dullard County, he can look up the information when he has the opportunity.

His gaze swept over the parchments occupying the grids in the inventory, or other carriers that recorded something.

Automatic bookkeeping is indeed a good thing.
He observed the inscriptions in his mental sea, and only one of the four was the same as the inscription of the automatic recorder.

Do I need to imitate and engrave the eight inscriptions of the automatic book first?
Automatic writing, intensive reading, quick recording.

Although these three items cannot directly help him in battle, they are very important for organizing information.
For the fifth inscription engraved tonight, choose the inscription on the automatic book.

Art's eyes swept outside the house, the heavy rain had become much lighter, and the pattering raindrops fell on the ground that had already accumulated a lot of water, and the corpse mimic was digging holes on the ground with slow movements——I don't know Is it with hands or feet or other parts.

Those mimics had changed back to their original form—soft, gray-brown bodies like slimes, and most of those who didn't participate in the excavation still retained their previous unfinished transformations—a bit like children's photos. A strange plasticine made in the shape of a crow, with a silhouette but not a crow.

Especially their somewhat stiff and slow movements deepened this impression.

At night, Prome, who had already controlled the mimic to bury the body, looked at Art, who had entered meditation, and the circle of crow servants around him, and waved his wings with some tears in his eyes.

Looking at the wings that were far from human hands, Promi couldn't help but sighed, it had accepted its fate, what could it do if it couldn't resist at all?Even if it has the idea of ​​resistance, there is another kind of power that binds it, and its power doesn't respond to it at all.

If it didn't know that it was in the state of a spirit body, it would have thought that it was possessed by some kind of tattered corpse.

Afterwards, it turned around and looked at the mimics under his control that were disguised as branches in the woods
Wait for him, no, wait for the master to finish his meditation and ask the master to allow it to use a mimic monster as its body.

Although it is very special, it will not have any effect in the form of a spirit body, but for some reason, it still wants a body.
Because you used to be the core of a golem.

Yate, who was sitting in the room, was a little speechless. He wanted to meditate and imprint, but the Prome was chattering, and his thoughts kept passing into his mind.

Originally, it was only to guard against its possible maliciousness, so it was not blocked, but now it seems that sometimes, it is better to block this noisy guy.

PS: py transaction, py transaction, the first py transaction in this book, I would like to recommend "I, God, Redeemer" by Yomushi Togo.

I used to chase after his "My God and the Holy See" book about the camp of the Holy See gods. This product is now back to the starting point, and it is also a book in the game area. _(:з」∠)_
　Thanks to the book friends "LZF Feng", "Book Friends 20171101103800638", and "Mo Wucai" for their rewards.

　　
　
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