Lost Seal

In the [-]th century, the influence of the church was not as great as before, but the aftermath of the former grand occasion could still be seen.In the religious library, the priests came in and out solemnly, rarely talking, but the strong smell of holy water they carried made Ansbilis and Osia frown.

"The holy water of this era is much more authentic than that of 100 years later." Ansbilis said, "They spent too much unnecessary time and energy on holy wars."

The black cat meowed a few times.

"You want to express your thoughts too?"

The black cat scratched a word: function.

Ansbilis said: "You want to say that the existence of blood races has promoted human beings' dependence on religion, and the armistice agreement has weakened their functions instead?"

One person and one cat were quiet for a while.

Ansbilis added: "Humanity has developed very well on an unprecedented path. Although I scoff at Gordon's remarks, I have to admit that mobile phones and computers are very useful."

If there is a philosopher or sociologist here, maybe this topic can be discussed indefinitely, but unfortunately, there is only one boring vampire and one boring black cat here, so the topic is quickly stopped.

They waited until late at night, making sure that the entire library had fallen asleep, before tiptoeing to the stacks of ancient books.

Ansbilis looked at the room with bright and clean windows, and shrugged regretfully: "It seems that you won't be able to catch mice for supper."

"..."

The black cat said that he didn't hear anything, and jumped onto a bookshelf on his own.

"Where do we start? Letters? Years? Classifications? Hey!" Ansbilis held onto a crumbling "thick brick" in time, and patted the black cat that was almost crushed by "Tarzan", "Don't let I'm worried, okay?"

The black cat flicked its tail to show that it heard.

Ansbilis carried it to the bottom of the bookshelf: "This is your territory. Leave it to me."

The black cat gave him a suspicious look.

Ansbilis has already flipped through the top row of books at a speed that is difficult for human eyes to catch, and he is holding his forehead in pain: "The blood clan who reads the books written by the Holy See is more painful than the cat who cannot eat mice."

Black Cat: "..."

After two nights and one day, they finally read all the ancient books.

The heavy reading tasks keep them sleepless, regardless of their care, and even use them during the day, blatantly making the sound of flipping through papers in the library where people come and go.It's just that the ancient book library is too remote, except for a night watchman who walked slowly past with an oil lamp on the second night, the place is as clean as an isolated island.

However, it is of no use.

Ansbilis was confident that his knowledge of the Holy See was enough to take a bishop's assessment, but he still couldn't find any information related to time control.If there is anything to say, there is probably only the sentence presented by the librarian of the British Museum: God is omnipotent.

"God is omnipotent...that's a great sentence!" Ansbilis was tortured a little insanely, "36 hours to prove that 'Gordon is a god'?... Can you think of anything better than that?" A funnier joke?"

The black cat's paw patted his head unconsciously.

"Let's do it!"

Ansbilis turned into a bat in a second, looking at the black cat expectantly.

The black cat screamed, jumped off the bookshelf, and ran out desperately.

The bat chased after it unhurriedly, with a contented attitude, it had already regarded the black cat running desperately in front as its own meal.

The black cat ran to the end of the corridor, scratched the door with its claws, found that it couldn't be pushed open, and turned around in horror...

The bat has already turned into a human body, stepping on graceful steps, and slowly approaching.The oil lamps on both sides of the corridor elongated his reflection, slowly covering the black cat.

The black cat suddenly stood up solemnly. Even though it was not tall enough and had an awkward appearance, it still tried its best to express its desire to talk to him on an equal footing.

Ansbilis smiled and said, "Don't you think that if I become a bat, we can communicate more smoothly?"

Not at all!

The black cat landed on its front paws and assumed an attacking posture.

Ansbilis turned cold: "You want to fight me?"

The black cat leaped forward, jumped to his trousers, rubbed his face against his shoes, then turned over, revealing its soft belly, and let out a flattering cry.

……

Ansbilis picked it up, rubbed its belly with the tip of his nose, put it on his shoulder, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Okay, I'll let you off this time. Three months is not a long time." Long, short or not, we have to think of a way and hurry up."

Tommy Thompson jumped up from the bed, the pom-pom from his nightcap fell on his nose, and he sneezed.It was the first time he woke up in the middle of the night after squeezing out the old curator who only knew how to eat, drink, sleep and make small reports.

A handkerchief appeared in front of him, he took it, blew his nose, and said casually, "Thanks... huh! Who?!"

Ansbilis thoughtfully lit the oil lamp, and brought him a glass of water by the way: "Drink some water and speak slowly."

Tommy took out the cross in his pajamas and blocked it in front of himself: "Don't come close to me again, I will be rude to you!"

Ansbilis put down his glass, raised his hands to show his innocence, and slowly stepped back three steps: "I am a blood."

"Oh, my God!" Tommy was so scared that he opened the window and was about to run away.

The blood clan reminded him from behind: "This is the fourth floor, have you brought a parachute?"

Tommy quickly closed the window and kept making the sign of the cross on his chest: "I almost forgot I'm afraid of heights."

"I'm not malicious..."

Tommy wailed violently: "Oh, my God...Strigoi always say that before they do bad things."

Ansbilis: "..."

The more Tommy cried, the more sad he became: "I just became the curator, and it's only been three months... Huh, this month's salary has not been paid yet. I have only read three chapters of "The Story of Gods"... I should have known it from the back to the end." Read it before. And my thesis, I have already outlined the outline, woohoo, I agreed to show the purpose to the Pope."

Ansbilis said, "I just wanted to ask a question about God."

"I won't say anything." Tommy squatted on the corner of the bed, hugging the pillow in horror, weeping.

Ansbilis said, "Who can control time?"

Tommy blurted out, "God."

Ansbilis said: "What else? For example, angels?"

Tommy said, sobbing, "Why are you asking that?"

Ansbilis glanced at the books and papers on the bedside table: "For the sake of writing papers."

Tommy was stunned: "Strigoi also want to write papers?"

Ansbilis said: "Well, the annual assessment."

Tommy said: "This is a major discovery!" He grabbed a pen and wrote it down, "Why do you write a paper? What is it about? Is there a format requirement? Where is it published?"

With an increasingly stiff smile, Ansbilis stroked the cat in his arms slowly.

Maybe he should try hypnosis again?

Although it may fail as before, if you don't do anything, you will definitely be anti-hypnotized.

Tommy talked a lot, and found that the other party didn't respond, so he said awkwardly: "Did you just ask me who other than God can do this? Although I can't be sure, there is a book that once wrote such a thing. A passage: The volcano erupted suddenly, and the mountain people had nowhere to hide, begging for help from God. The gods who built the world heard the cry, stopped time, and moved the mountain people to other places.”

Ansbilisi flashed a certain light: "Who is the envoy?"

Tommy said: "Prime Minister of Heaven, Metatron."

The angel next to Gordon is Metatron?

This is as ridiculous as Gordon being a god.If Gordon can command Metatron, what is the difference between God and God?

It's impossible!

Ansbilis said: "There must be other answers."

Tommy said displeased: "How dare you doubt my knowledge?"

Ansbilis said: "Can you guarantee that you have penetrated all the mysteries of the Nine Realms?"

"Nine Realms?" Tommy asked, "Is it true that the book said that God created nine worlds, and we are only one of them?"

Ansbilis asked without answering: "Is there any other way to control time?"

Tommy thought that he had malicious intentions, and resolutely denied this possibility: "Controlling time means controlling the past, present and future, which is equivalent to controlling everything. If the person who masters this power has evil thoughts in his heart, the world will be destroyed." Chaos, God will not allow it."

indeed.

The world is in chaos.

Ansbilis said: "Then is there a way to borrow the power of God or Metatron?"

Perhaps Ansbilis acted too kindly and human-like, causing Tommy to let go of his initial vigilance, and sneered mercilessly, "Do you think the power of God is a book in a library?"

It is difficult to get real answers to such abstract questions and answers.

Ansbilis asked to read all the books related to the gods and Metatron.

Tommy said: "Read all the books. This is a religious library, and everything is a gift from God."

"..."

In order to reduce the workload, Ansbilis chose to look at Metatron first, but there were surprisingly few.

Tommy said: "Among the seven archangels, he is a rather low-key one." After a pause, "he also wears more clothes than other angels." He took out a big, thick and heavy book, put it on the table, Turning to the first page, I saw a blond angel with a fuzzy face.He carried dozens of pure white wings, like carrying a bunch of snow-capped mountains.

Ansbilis whispered: "Blonde hair, blue eyes."

Tommy said, "There are still eighteen pairs of wings."

Ansbilis said: "Can the angel's wings be retracted?"

"Of course, they are as flexible as arms. Even if you haven't seen an angel, you should have seen a bird?"

"I mean hide it and nobody can see it."

Tommy was speechless.He has never seen an angel, so how could he know such an answer.However, in order to show his erudition, he said contemptuously: "You try to shrink a part of your body to see!"

Ansbilis grinned, showing a pair of fangs, and quickly retracted them.

Tommy: "..."

Ansbilis read the book quickly.

Seeing him close his eyes and meditating, Tommy said with relief, "You must have been greatly inspired! Metatron is my most revered angel! He is noble, kind, tolerant, self-disciplined, honest, upright, holy, and wise... "

"Is it possible that he was deceived?"

"Impossible!" Tommy glared at him.Want to tear it down?

"Meow." The black cat turned the book to a certain page with its paw, and there happened to be a portrait of Metatron.

"Be careful with your claws, this is out of print!" Tommy stretched out his hand nervously, trying to take it away, but Ansbilis snatched it away instead.

Ansbilis blocked Tommy, lowered his head, patted the black cat's head, and asked softly, "What did you find?"

Black cat paws portrait.

Ansbilis glanced at it, raised his eyebrows and said, "There are only four pairs of wings."