The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Siles set his eyes on the bookshelf.

There are a total of seven rows and four columns of bookshelves, not all of them are full, the place on the left near the door is more open, and there are some exquisite ornaments; the place on the right near the window is full of books.

Siles glanced roughly at the books, and finally set his sights on the ornaments on the left.

If time tracks really exist, then these items are probably more suspicious than books.

The time track defined by the revealer is an item that can perform rituals and contains the power of time.In a broad sense, it can indeed refer to all existing items, but in a narrow sense, not all items can be called time tracks.

For example, if someone wipes the dirty paper, it seems that there is no need to call it a time track. After all, no enlightener should be too busy to use this thing as a time track.

There are a total of ten or so items on the shelves now.Many of them fell on the ground before, and they were put back on the bookshelf when Siles came to this office several times in the past.

But... There are indeed a few things that, in Siles' memory, are always safe and secure on the bookshelf.

He looked over.

There were three pieces in all: an exquisite figurine of a woman's head, a necklace, and an exquisite fountain pen with an antique lacquer.

He remembered that he had never picked up these three things, and—in terms of their materials, if they fell on the floor, then these three things might be broken directly.

Siles looked around, and finally set his suspicious eyes on the statue of the head.

The completeness of the time track.he thought.

If common sense is used to judge whether it is complete, then among these three things, the only one that can be judged to be incomplete at first glance is this statue.

It should have a corresponding body and limbs, but now it is just placed here so bare.The face of this statue of a woman is indeed very beautiful. Even if it has not been painted, one can imagine how moving the figure pointed to by this statue is.

But now, this is just a statue, quietly placed on the bookshelf, and I don't know how long it has been ignored.Siles could even see the empty eyeballs in the white, deep sockets...

When Siles reacted, he found that his hand was almost touching the statue of the head.

What woke him up was the sound of the dice rolling in his head.

[You need to make a will judgment. 】

[Will: 90/30, success. 】

【You realize that something is wrong, you feel that it is impossible for you to touch such an inexplicable thing casually, so you withdraw your hand rationally.But, looking at the statue in horror, you realize that there is an inexplicable charm in the woman's eyes. 】

Siles suddenly gasped, took two steps back, and broke out in a cold sweat.

...Damn it, is this the danger hidden in ordinary life!

If it's not that his will is high enough... no, wait, why is his will so high?

Siles pursed his lips, all sorts of wild thoughts appeared in his chaotic brain for a while.

He looked back and found that the rag he brought the day before yesterday was still on the window sill.He was going to throw it away, but he forgot when he left, so he brought the rag.

He looked at the weird statue of a woman's head out of the corner of his eye, picked up the rag with the pencil he carried with him, and covered it over the statue.

Siles breathed a sigh of relief.

He found himself in a cold sweat, with a strange clammy feeling inside his shirt.He took off his coat and vest, panting with fear.

He didn't know what would happen if he really touched that sculpture just now.To be honest, he recalled now that he was extremely lucky that he didn't come across this statue when he came to this office several times in the past.

He sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and calmed down his still somewhat fearful and terrified mood.

He realized that the statue of this woman's head might be the dice reminding him of the time track.It may be complete, or it may not be complete. In any case, this strange power means that this time track is not simple.

... However, the problem is that he actually doesn't know where the time track is not simple.

He didn't understand why he wanted to touch the statue uncontrollably. He didn't understand why... Until now, after he closed his eyes, he still instinctively recalled the details of the head and the facial expressions of the statue of the woman.

Siles suppressed his imagination, then opened his eyes suddenly.He must dispose of the statue as soon as possible - find a reliable helper.In the afternoon, his apprentices would come here; in the future, the apprentices would often come to his office to wait.

If he keeps procrastinating, then at some point, other people who come to this office will be attracted by the eyes of the head statue just like him just now.

Siles subconsciously opened his pocket watch to check the time.

It's nine o'clock in the morning.He has class at ten o'clock.But his apprentice made an appointment at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He had some time to work on the statue before the apprentices came to the office.

Historical Society or Church of the Past?

Siles was thinking calmly and intently.

The Historical Society - he only knew Carroll, and didn't know if Carroll was with the Historical Society.In fact, Grenfell is still an option, but he is probably still in the old city.

The Church of the Past—Considering the fact that he provided information about the apostates, and the last time the Knight Commander Bunyan’s psychological judgment failed, and Grosvenor’s strangely friendly attitude...and the central cathedral of the Church of the Past It's also closer than the Historical Society...

Carroll also said in the first class before that if you encounter danger in your daily life, you can go to the Church of the Past and the Historical Society for help.

Siles finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, and under the premise of calming down, he couldn't help recalling the feeling of being absent-minded just now.If he had to say it, he felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a strange... half-dream and half-awake state.

...Dream?

No, not right.It can't be described like this...it's a kind of...a feeling of being distracted by temptation, and instinctively stretching out your hand to grab and touch it.He finally avoided the danger this time through the judgment of will, which also verified this point.

It's some sort of... weird, mind-blank attraction.

Siles inexplicably thought of the saying that "the believer meets the god" mentioned by Brewer Darrow when describing his fiancée.

It seemed, at least for a certain moment, that Sirius felt a slight similarity.

Then Siles didn't dare to continue thinking about what happened before.He closed his eyes and rested for a while in the office. Time passed bit by bit, and Sirius also felt himself slowly calm down.

do not worry.he said to himself.Time rails do have a certain danger, something that has long been known.But you are now also a Revelator, and you can wield that power.

Siles breathed a sigh of relief and stayed in the office until 45:[-], then got up to go to the classroom.

He felt a chill all over his body, and the dry cold sweat sent a chill down his back.He hesitated, put on his suit jacket, buttoned it, and went to the classroom.

The classroom is on the second floor.All basic education classes are on the second and third floors, and there are quite a few rooms on these two floors.On the third floor, there is a tower at the other end directly connected to the corridor.It is where the research scholars mainly hold their classes.

Fortunately, Siles doesn't need to teach these researchers for the time being.

When Siles arrived at the classroom on the second floor, there were already many people sitting in the ancient castle room.

Siles had seen the course schedule and the number of people before.There are a total of 19 students in this elective course of his major, no more and no less, which is a relief for a novice professor like Siles.

However, there are more than [-] students in the public elective class in the evening.

... so sad.

When Siles walked into the classroom, he found Angela Clayton in the classroom.Angela smiled at him, a little nervous and uneasy, but she looked much better than when she first heard that Sirius was actually her professor.

There was also a young girl sitting next to Angela.She seemed to be very curious about Sirius, and her lively eyes kept turning around the young and handsome professor.

Siles nodded calmly at the students who had already arrived in the classroom, then walked up to the podium, put the information booklet in his hand on the podium, then opened it silently, skipped his eyes on his lesson plan, and silently read and reviewed it in his heart with.

During this process, he heard the originally noisy conversation in the classroom gradually getting smaller and finally disappearing.The entire classroom was as quiet as a cemetery.

Siles glanced at his pocket watch and found that the time was only [-]:[-], so he didn't speak, but just raised his head and scanned every student with his eyes.

...He was going to check the number, but every young student his gaze caught seemed to start to tremble.

Siles thought a little perplexed, is he so scary?But he remained calm and silent.

17 students have arrived, and the last two are left.Siles lowered his eyes and continued to focus on his lesson plan.He seemed to hear the sound of the students exhaling in relief.

At about 55:[-], the last two students arrived.

It was two young boys, backpacks on their backs, brunch in hand, talking to each other as they walked into the classroom.Then they seemed to have suddenly noticed the suffocating quiet atmosphere in the classroom and the slender figure on the podium.

The two boys froze suddenly, shrinking themselves back like quails.

Siles glanced sideways at them, letting the students hear his deep, elegant and calm voice for the first time: "Please go back to your seat."

After that, many students admitted that they thought the professor's voice was really nice at that moment.

The two students who were not late but also felt fearful returned to their seats in desperation.

Siles nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "Let's roll the roll first, let me get to know you."

Roll call?

The students below made a restless restlessness-when did the roll call become popular in Ramifa University?

Siles had no idea that there would be a problem with bringing the habit of the Earth University to another world.He just followed the instructions step by step, using his cold and low voice to read the names of all the people in the class.

In that serious and cold atmosphere, every student dared not look at Siles.

Siles confirmed the names and appearances of the 19 students, made a correspondence in his heart, and said, "Good morning, everyone."

With a little trepidation, the students replied: "Good morning, Professor."

"My name is Siles Noel, you can call me Professor Noel." Siles made a very brief self-introduction, "Let's get into the topic of the class.

"In the first class, I will use some time to introduce the literature and related theories of the Silence Period, as well as the specific content after this course, including three famous Silence Period writers.

"Some of you should be second-year students who have already completed a year of basic education, but you can also use this opportunity to review past learning content.

"As for the freshmen, I hope you have enough patience to understand the literature related to the Silence Period. Literature is always a very attractive subject."

After Siles briefly introduced some information, he said, "Can anyone give a brief introduction about the Silence Period?"

After a moment of silence, a young girl tremblingly raised her hand.

Siles looked at her and paused for a moment: "Miss Annette Melvin, please speak."

Annette Melvin wears a pince-nez, her hair is neatly pulled back into a ponytail, and she has a few freckles.She looked like a very rigid, serious and good student, but when she stood up and described Mo Moji, her voice trembled slightly.

...It seems that he is a little afraid of Sirius Noel, a strange and cold professor.

She said: "The Silence Period...is from about 1000 years ago to 400 years ago. The 'silence' of the Silence Period means the fall of the gods, but the humans of the Silence Period created a very bright civilization at that time. fire."

Sirius nodded at her.

The Silence Period lasted for a total of 600 years, and the dividing point with the previous Shadow Period was the fall of the first god in the historical records.That god was known as the "Joyful Drunkard," the god of drink and pleasure, Erkoo.

Regarding the death of this god and the cause of his death, there are so many disputes among historians that it is difficult to list them.But everyone regards the fall of this god as the beginning of the Silent Era.

"Miss Melvin's explanation mentioned two very important elements in our Silent Period literature." Siles turned around and wrote two words on the blackboard, "Gods, and humans."

The students began to write down the same two words in their notebooks or scratch paper.

Siles paused for a moment, and then continued: "The impact of the fall of the gods on human ideology is unrivaled. Before the Silent Era, people usually did not think that the fall of the gods was possible."

Speaking of this, Siles almost subconsciously thought of the manuscript left by Professor Kabell, and the few lines on the manuscript that Professor Kabell had messed up.

He said slowly: "In fact, many believers fell into madness and despair when the gods fell."

The students nodded.

So Siles said: "This explains the two extremes of the Silent Period literature: for the believers of the gods, the gods they believed in have fallen one after another, and the works and written records they left behind are also full of that kind of crazy fear. and can't believe it.

"There are some studies that call these written works...'spiritual pollution'. Because too much personal emotion will make people feel empathy. I want to see how the followers of the Silence Period lost themselves because of the fall of faith.

"These words—manuscripts, diaries, letters, archival records, etc., cannot be called perfect literature, but they are a part of our study. Because it just makes us realize that another batch of literary works is produced. How unbelievable."

He said it was unbelievable, but Siles' tone remained flat.

But the students all listened carefully, perhaps because Siles' indifferent tone washed away his always inhuman sense of distance.

"Another batch of literary works is also the works studied by most scholars, that is, works about 'people'. The fire of human civilization has become more vigorous and vigorous when the gods fall.

"The Era of Silence was a chaotic era of great development. On the one hand, the gods fell, but on the other hand, this also meant that the shackles that had always bound human civilization were untied, and the sacred texts related to gods gradually lost people's hearts, while the secular texts Gradually monopolize the market.

"The novels on the market now appeared during the Silence Period."

A student seemed fascinated by it, and boldly asked: "Professor, there were no novels before the Silence Period?"

Siles glanced at him: "Mr. Jacob Behrman, I am very happy to answer this question. The answer is: indeed not. I am referring to the kind of popular fictional books that you can buy in bookstores now. novel.

"Records about the nature of God's narrative, as well as related derivative descriptions based on the deeds of gods, believers, etc., all exist. But they cannot be said to be completely fictional works.

"The conclusion I came to is based on the current academic research. In fact, some historians believe that in the era of the Imperial Age, there should have been such themes as 'market novels' and 'bedtime stories' .

"However, the gods at that time had very extreme control over human thoughts and concepts, so this part of the data has already been wiped out under the control of some churches.

"There are only a few rare records, scattered among various ordinary people's letters or other records. There are references to something like 'here is a transcript of the story I was reading yesterday'.

"This part of research has only been slowly born in recent years. In the past, people were more interested in the more traditional 'heroic roles' such as emperors, ministers, countries, gods, believers, popes, and troops.

"But now historians are gradually beginning to study a certain point in the past, the ordinary life of an ordinary person. If you are interested, you can go to the bookstore to find some historical works from a micro perspective."

Siles glanced at his pocket watch: "We've gone a little further on this issue."

He heard the students under the podium whispering for a while, as if they were talking about Antinam.

Indeed, compared to the gods before the Mist Age, Anti-Nam is a very tolerant and kind god.In Siles' memory, there has never been a story of him meddling in the government affairs of the human empire, or controlling human thoughts and ideas.

Most of the time, Antinam is like a cloud of fog, just quietly floating around humans, recording and witnessing everything that happens.

Just like his godhead.He is the god of the past and history, and he should have been hiding in the long river of the past and history.

Siles didn't stop the students from discussing. After a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's continue our class."

The students gradually quieted down.

Siles continued: "I think you already know the two kinds of literature of the Silent Period, and two of the three authors we will discuss in class belong to these two camps."

A student asked, "What about the other one?"

Siles smiled slightly: "This is... I can't say how legendary he is, but at least I think he is very outstanding."

His mysterious tone immediately made the students forget the two previous writers, and they all hoped that Siles would talk about the last one in advance.

Siles shook his head helplessly, and still introduced the first two—a believer and a writer in the traditional sense.

last one...

Siles said, "Conan Fremont, that's his name."

Some students who knew about the literature of the Silent Period recalled it and said in amazement: "I have never heard of this name!"

It was Annette Melvin. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly looked at Siles: "Professor, is that Conan Fremont mentioned in your paper?"

Siles looked at the little girl in surprise, never expecting that she would read his graduation thesis.

So he smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Miss Melvin." He said, "Conan Fremont, he used to be a devout believer, but after the gods he believed in fell, he didn't There is no hope of falling into madness like other believers.

"He turned to literature. In the last ten years of his life, he wrote a very lengthy work, detailing all his experiences and psychological changes from birth to death. Good work."

"Then why have we never heard of this name?" Some students asked doubtfully.

Siles shook his head and sighed slightly: "Because all the materials left in the world are fragments."

Someone yelled in surprise.

"The name of this work is "The Life of a Man Named Conan Fremont". For the existing information about this work, if you are interested, you can go to the library to check it in advance. Of course, we will also refer to it later.

"This book has a total of twelve volumes, plus a chapter with a very long preface, it can be said to be a total of thirteen volumes. And now we only found the preface, volume one, volume five and No.12 volume.

"Part of it is Fremont's manuscript, part of it is a fragment of the first edition, and part of it is someone else's transcription. Putting it all together, I finally got the contents of these volumes together."

A student said, "Professor, you look very sorry."

Siles nodded and shook his head: "I hope that there will be new archaeological discoveries in the future, or that a collector or bibliophile can tell me that he has collected the complete works of this work."

As he spoke, he himself smiled at the thought.

Then, Siles returned to the topic of Silence literature, and asked the students to mention some relevant knowledge they knew, such as some famous writers, works, and even some historical topics.

In such a process, time passes quickly.

Siles finished class on time at 11:30, leaving in a hurry than the students, as if he had something urgent to do.

The students were a little curious about the whereabouts of the professor, but no one could have imagined that Siles left the La Mifa University directly after leaving the classroom, and did not even return to the office.

He stopped a taxi at the gate of the school and went directly to the Central Cathedral of the Church of the Past.

The hired carriage was much faster than the stagecoach, and after about half an hour, he arrived at the cathedral.

There were not many people in the cathedral.

It was noon on a Tuesday, Silence thought, as he walked into the cathedral; Brewer Darrow was busy with his engagement, the students with their classes, and he was busy with problems in his office.

People are busy, going about their business.

It was still Archbishop Grosvenor who received him.This ordinary-looking man was still cleaning the base of the statue of Antinam in the nave of the church this day.

The moment he saw Siles, Grosvenor greeted him with a little surprise: "Professor Noel! Why are you here?"

Siles was slightly uncomfortable with the honorific Grosvenor was using.

The Principality of Const is indeed just a branch of the church in the past—but seriously, would even the archbishop of the capital be so considerate and polite to a young professor?

Siles was troubled for a moment, but there was no time to think about these questions right now.He simply and neatly talked about the statue of the woman's head in his office.

Grosvenor's expression suddenly became serious.

He said, "Professor, you are also the enlightener of initiation, aren't you?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded.

Grosvenor said, "Come with me, then. I'll send a revelator to follow you to reclaim that out-of-control timeline."

Out of control timing.

Siles thought about this title, and felt that there were indeed countless fogs of knowledge on the path of the Revelator.

Will the timeline get out of control too?Out of control results in an indiscriminate attack?So what would happen if he really touched that statue?

Grosvenor probably saw the doubts in Sirius' heart, so he said to Sirius during the process of leading him to the apse: "These are the things you will learn on the path of the Revelation Just follow the lessons of the Historical Society step by step."

His tone carried the tolerance and kindness unique to the elderly.

Siles hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Bishop, if I understand correctly, I can solve such problems independently in the future, can't I?"

"Yes." Grosvenor said so, "The Revelation has power, and it also has the dangers that power brings. Therefore, it is our duty to keep such dangers away from ordinary people."

Having said that, he looked at Siles again, and said in that usual peaceful tone: "However, you are just getting started."

Siles whispered: "I understand." He thought for a while, then asked, "Mr. Bishop, that apostate..."

"Bunyan is in charge of investigating this matter, and he has found some clues." Grosvenor smiled slightly, "Thank you for the news you brought earlier."

Siles didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous. In the end, he just nodded silently and said, "That's good."

They dabbled in the subject of apostates.Siles soon met the revealer who Grosvenor arranged for him to solve this accident.

It was a young lady, also wearing a close-fitting knight outfit, looking capable and calm.She looked at Sirius, with peace and an inexplicable sense of distance in her eyes.

She nodded slightly and said, "Katherine Kinsey."

"Siles Noel," said Siles, introducing himself. "Thank you for your help, Ms. Kinsey."

Catherine Kinsey shook her head and said nothing.

Grosvenor watched Sirius and Ms. Kinsey leave the church with a deep, distant emotion in his eyes.He gently put his palm on his chest, and murmured: "My God..."

Siles was completely unaware of such a thing.

He followed Ms. Kinsey back to Ramifah University in a hired carriage again.They had no words all the way, and both of them had very dull and reticent personalities.

Siles paid the fare, then said, "Ms. Kinsey..."

"Catherine is fine," Catherine said simply.

Siles didn't talk too much nonsense, he said, "Catherine, please follow me."

The young lady, dressed as a knight, followed Siles.It took an hour to go back and forth, and it was the time for the students to take a lunch break, so they didn't meet anyone when they walked into the main castle to the office on the fourth floor.

When Catherine walked into Siles' office, she frowned.

She looked at the bookshelf in the office, and after a while, she said, "It's too dangerous."

Siles wasn't quite sure what she was referring to, so he remained silent.

Catherine came to the bookshelf, looked at the statue of a woman covered by a rag, and then she looked at the pen.

Siles looked into her eyes and felt a little surprised again.He said, "Catherine, these two things..."

"It's all out of control time track."

Siles was speechless for a moment. Standing in his office, he felt a moment of bitterness——Professor Kabell!Look what a mess you left behind!

The out-of-control time track is enough, and the information in the low cabinet is the most troublesome thing for Siles.If Professor Kabell studied those things every day before leaving his post and allowed himself to grow spiritually every day, it is no wonder that the students in the college would regard him as a crazy old man.

Catherine did not directly touch the two out-of-control time tracks, but took out a translucent piece of paper from her pocket.

She then unfolded the piece of paper to form a paper basket.She placed the basket discreetly over the woman's head and then over the pen.

After a moment, she retracted the paper.The two things still seemed to be unchanged, but Catherine said, "Okay. They have been deactivated."

Siles looked around with some surprise in his eyes.

He couldn't control his curiosity, but this indifferent Ms. Kinsey might not be willing to give him a detailed answer.

Catherine did not say much.

She eliminated the so-called "activity" on the out-of-control timeline, and then said: "I will recycle these two things to the church. If there are no problems later, I will return these two things to you. But this There could be a very long observation period."

Siles said cautiously: "These two things don't actually belong to me, but belong to the previous owner of this office, Professor Kabell from the Academy of Arts and History."

Catherine didn't seem to care much about the real affiliation of Time Track, but when she heard the name "Cabel", she suddenly said in surprise: "Cabell? Lloyd Cabell?"

Siles hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and asked, "Do you know Professor Cabell?"

"His family reported his disappearance to the police station. During the investigation, the police found out-of-control timing at his home, so the case was transferred to us. We are investigating his network." Catherine said simply, "I didn't expect He still has some of it here in the office."

Siles didn't expect that this matter would turn around and turn back to Professor Kabell again.

So he said: "I still have some manuscripts left by Professor Kabell, do you need it for your investigation?"

Catherine shook her head and said, "I'm not in charge of the disappearance of Cabell. Afterwards, the revealer who is in charge of the investigation should come to ask, and you can just hand it over to him when the time comes."

Only then did Siles breathe a sigh of relief, realizing that he could finally vacate the things in the office.

These things left by Professor Cabell are really out of date.If Siles is a powerful enough revealer, then he may be interested in learning about the disappearance of Professor Cabell, but...

He is just a rookie just getting started.

Siles thought of something, and asked again: "By the way, Catherine, I heard that Professor Kabell's teaching assistant can't be contacted. Is his disappearance related to Professor Kabell's matter?"

"I don't know." Catherine replied coldly and simply.

Siles nodded, not disappointed.

He looked at Catherine.The young and powerful enlightener casually picked up the two items, put them in his handy cloth bag, and then bid farewell to Siles.

Siles wanted to walk her to the school gate, but she refused.

But before leaving, she still told Siles: "The two out-of-control time tracks you encountered this time are still relatively rudimentary activities, so they are not that dangerous.

"Remember, if you come across an item of unknown origin in the future, don't touch it with your hands, and don't stare at it for too long. You are also a revelator. After taking the potion and entering the ritual time, you will slowly produce a wonderful induction.

"If you really encounter an out-of-control time track that you can't handle, seek help from the Church of the Past or the Historical Society as soon as possible."

Siles nodded and said seriously: "I will remember."

This is the second time someone told him that if he is in danger, he should go to the Church of the Past or the Historical Society for help.Does this mean that these two organizations are more positive official organizations?

After Catherine left, Sirius let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that this accident was over.

If this incident is a novel, it must appear anticlimactic.Because he was so panicked at the beginning, but after Catherine came over, he solved the out-of-control timing so easily.

It's just a paper basket, cover it, nothing moves, and then the "activity" is eliminated.

Unremarkable, as simple as pulling a white dove out of an empty black hat.

Siles believes that if he is in the ritual time, he must be able to get more information, because then he can see the wonderful blue light.

But just now, he was like an ordinary person, watching helplessly, powerless.

Siles closed his eyes lightly.

He doesn't feel a dent in his self-esteem.He knew that he was indeed an introductory enlightener at this moment, and he didn't have such a powerful ability.But at the same time, he felt a scorching flame in his heart.

He suddenly wanted very, very much to know the secrets of the Revelator and to gain the power of the Revelator.He wants to... master such power, control his own destiny, and not be so powerless when facing the next out-of-control time track, like a waste...

Siles opened his eyes, his dark pupils quietly looking at the usual office scene in front of him, and slowly made up his mind.

The dice in the brain rolled a bit.

[Spirituality +1.Will +1. 】

Siles: "..."

Just add will, why add spirituality!unlucky!

Siles stood up with a dark face.

already sunny