The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

"The first possibility is that things are not as serious as we imagined, nor do they involve the extraordinary powers of the revealer, the patron, and the followers of the old gods.

"Maybe, it's just that his fiancée has some problems, or his parents heard that he actually asked out his fiancée before the engagement, so they put him under house arrest under house arrest in anger, and let him reflect on it."

Listen, the others nodded too.

It has to be said, they are more hopeful that this might be true.No one would want the Enlightenment classmate who met a few days ago, studied together, and made progress together, to die like this.

"And the second possibility is - related to the revelator."

Carol was silent for a moment at this moment.

"Just now Siles told me about some records in their family." Carol nodded at Siles, "This gave me an idea. If someone hears some clues and wants to get that This brochure, or at least know more information?"

"Is the man behind the scenes a believer in the god described in the rumors?" Siles asked, but then he said a little confused, "But, something hidden in the dark clouds... It seems to be against the old gods Not on the number."

No description of any of the Old Gods is relevant here.

Carol nodded and shook his head again: "About the old gods, we don't know enough about many things. In short, the black hands behind the scenes may have been looking for a suitable time, and even Breuer's fiancée may have been arranged by them.

"They may get engaged, get married, and form a family step by step, and then Brewer's wife can logically get the family files and look for possible secrets in the Darrow family.

"But, in this moment, Brewer becomes a revelation."

Angela blurted out: "So they don't have time!"

Carol nodded appreciatively: "Yes. Once Brewer learns about the existence of the followers of the old gods, he will realize how important the relevant descriptions in his family's records are."

Siles and his classmates looked at each other, and finally, Darrell couldn't help asking strangely: "But, Carol, those are just... some records in the file. The booklet has long been lost. What's the point?"

Carol thought for a moment, and said, "This is a relatively complicated concept." He looked at Siles, "I remember that there is a concept in the literature of the Silence Period, some scholars will compare the works of believers of fallen gods , called 'spiritual pollution'?"

Siles was stunned for a moment, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, and he said, "Yes, because those works contain too much personal emotion."

Carroll nodded and shook his head again: "Part of it is correct. Those works are indeed powerful, but from another perspective, for the enlightener, it is a real 'spiritual pollution'."

Siles had a faint realization in his heart: "You mean... just like the revealer who has reproduced the power of a certain path for a long time may become a follower of the corresponding old god...?"

"Yes." Carol nodded.

Siles looked at him, feeling a subtle sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Angela exclaimed in a low voice: "But... hasn't the god already fallen?!"

The old gods have obviously fallen, but it is still possible to become their believers now that their power has been revived... This sounds really unbelievable.

"The power of the gods is incomprehensible to us now. It is too grand and huge." Carol said seriously, "So, even if they have fallen, there are still things related to them in this world. 'pollution'."

"From……?"

"Anything that mentions them themselves, especially, those things that are related to the old gods before the Mist Age." Carroll said.

He noticed that the people present didn't seem to understand, so he gave an example: "To put it simply, the bookshelves here are full of books, many of which refer to the old gods.

"However, these books were all completed in the 400 years of the Mist Age, and the parts about the old gods are also general, so they will not have much impact on our spirit.

"In Brewer's family archives, the description of that pamphlet, even though it was also completed during the Middle of the Mist, mentioned something related to the old gods before the Middle of the Mist.

"That makes a huge difference."

Siles thought about it carefully, and finally said: "The key question is an exact directional... item, a time track?"

"Yes." Carol nodded, "Usually, this kind of spiritual pollution transmitted from the old gods will be transmitted through an actual item.

"Of course, there are many types of time tracks, and they may also be sounds, pictures, words, traces, or even... biological photos."

He mumbled the last word.

At this time, no one was in the mood to wonder what it was, but Siles keenly noticed that it was something mentioned in Grenfell's notebook that was too advanced for him to learn at this moment.

Biological photos.He couldn't help thinking, what is that?

He decided to record this question in his little notebook as well.

Carroll turned the topic back again: "So, for these possible followers of the old gods, they firmly believe that this kind of 'pollution' can reversely deduce the position and state of the old gods, and help them wake up the sleeping old gods.

"Yes, they think that the old gods are just sleeping, not falling."

Mrs. Fuller asked, "You mean, they're collecting this...contaminated timeline?"

"Yes." Carroll said, "Many followers of the old gods call these things, the relics of the gods."

Slough.They each whispered and pondered the meaning of the word.

"As for Brewer's incident, these followers of the old gods may be a little more excited." Carol sighed, "Because that's the relevant record of believers meeting the gods.

"If it is a real 'seeing' of the gods, then the severity of this pollution...will be more...crazy than we imagined."

He finally chose the word.

"But Breuer shouldn't be that dangerous now?" Angela thought carefully, "As long as his family is willing to hand over the files... Uh, it sounds a bit difficult."

The others looked at her.

Angela smiled wryly and said: "Noble families always... have some weird rules. For them, family archives are like the honor book of the past, and they are more important than life."

"The Darrow family," Mrs. Fuller said suddenly. "I know this family. They are old-fashioned and in decline. As for Brewer's fiancée, I don't know much."

Angela was silent for a moment, then said: "The more this is the case, the less willing they are to hand over the family files."

Eric took a breath and asked, "Then... is it still too late?"

Carol said in a timely manner: "You don't have to worry too much about this matter. The Historical Society has a special person in charge of handling this matter. The followers of the old gods can be regarded as our old opponents, and they dare not directly kill them."

When he said that, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Angela's mood seemed to ease a little, and she asked curiously: "Your attitude seems to be..."

"Not so worried and worried?" Carol smiled, "They are indeed dangerous, but they have never really done what they want to do—that is, resurrect the old gods.

"In addition, in Lamifa City, their activities will be more cautious. After all, the Duchy of Constance officials are not tolerant. In Land of No Embers, things may be the opposite."

Darrell also asked: "So, the most important thing we need to do is to be cautious and vigilant on a daily basis?"

Carol nodded: "Except for situations like Brewer's, which may cause them to take the initiative to attack, at other times, you need to pay more attention to the time tracks of unknown sources.

"That may have been sent to you intentionally or unintentionally by the followers of the old gods...According to them, it is the remains of the gods."

Those time tracks will contain the pollution of the will of the old gods.

Darrell couldn't help but took a breath, and said again: "Is that... mental deactivation?"

"Yes, the result is mental inactivation...Of course, it cannot be said that all the things are done by the followers of the old gods." Carol said vaguely, "the vast majority, yes. Some of the old gods follow The authors believe that such a process is the process of awakening the old gods."

To transfer the activity of the human spirit to the remains of the gods?

"It's disgusting." Angela whispered.

On the contrary, her words made the dignified atmosphere in the room a little more relaxed.

They broadened the topic a little bit, but they didn't talk about anything too advanced.

Carroll mentioned several common dangers, such as some antiques, archives and manuscripts of unknown origin, or objects from the Neverland.

When he said this, he took a special look at Siles and Angela, especially the former.

The rest of the people also looked at Siles—although they were all majors in literary history, professors always researched more deeply than students, so they were a little worried that Siles would accidentally get some dangerous items.

...No, it should be said, I got some dangerous items again.After all, he had already had a problem once before.

Siles thought for a while, and then said: "Not long ago, I got a travel book. The owner of the travel book is an explorer of the Land of No Embers. But because of the language problem, I haven't read it yet."

Carol listened carefully, and then gave a suggestion: "Generally speaking, there is no problem with the travel notes of Neverland. Especially, if there is a language barrier, the situation will be much better-I mean, if The words really contained the tainted words of the old gods.

"However, be sure to pay attention to the situation over there with the translator."

Siles thanked him sincerely.

Time passed bit by bit, and at four o'clock, they ended the day's classes.

Not knowing what kind of mentality they had, Carol once again told them to be cautious and pay attention to safety—probably because they felt that this study group was full of disasters.

After Carol left, the five enlighteners looked at each other and laughed.

Darrell said: "Our luck is really bad enough. Hope Brewer's guy is okay."

"If those followers of the old gods ask his family," Mrs. Fuller said, "then he should be fine, maybe he's just under house arrest."

Angela sighed and muttered in a low voice: "Who knows if those people are still rational."

Finally, Siles said calmly: "We will know the results of the investigation here by Monday." He hesitated, and then looked at Mrs. Fuller.

Mrs. Fuller nodded knowingly: "I will try to find out about the recent situation of the Darrow family."

Only then did Angela suddenly realize, and quickly said, "I will do it too!"

They nodded to each other, and said their goodbyes and left.Siles walked out with Eric.

Eric looked a little worried, and he said, "I always feel that this matter is not that simple." He said, "What do you think... what is hidden in the dark clouds?"

Siles shook his head: "I don't know either."

Eric sighed: "I can only count on the Historical Society."

"They are more experienced." Siles said so, "As for us... we can only wait and see how things change."

Eric nodded with a sigh.

Siles turned to say: "Let's go back to West City together."

"Ernestine?"

"Of course." Sirius said.

The appearance of Ernestine's Tavern was different from the first time Siles came here.

They arrived in Ernestine in the evening, and they saved a lot of time by taking a hired carriage.

On the carriage, Siles took this opportunity to tell Eric that Bertram was looking for a suitable rent collector, and mentioned that he had recommended Eric to Bertram.

Eric was overwhelmed with gratitude and amazement, completely unaware that Sirius would help him in this matter.

He said gratefully: "Thank you! Siles, I really don't know what to say. My wife's health is really not very good. She used to be able to go out to work, but now she can only do some handicrafts at home. I really didn't expect ..."

"You don't have to thank me," Siles said in a low voice. "It's easy. Maybe I can take you to see Bertram tomorrow... No, maybe we can meet at the fair today."

Eric nodded, didn't say much, and deeply remembered this kindness in his heart.

He pre-paid the fare and treated Siles to dinner at Ernestine.

He seemed to be very excited all the time, and he calmed down slowly during dinner, and explained to Siles in a low voice the format and booth distribution of this trade fair.These contents are very important to Siles.

Although it's called Ernestine's Fair, the fair is actually not in the above-ground part of Ernestine's Tavern, but in the basement.Ernestine is the entrance and exit of this huge underground transaction.

Eric said that nearly a thousand businessmen, large and small, participated in this trade fair, which surprised Siles.He couldn't help repeating: "Nearly a thousand!"

"Yes." Eric said, "Before the birth fair in October, this was the biggest trade fair in the city. However, it was limited to the west side. People from the east side would not come to this fair. "

Siles nodded, and then asked suspiciously: "Is there such a huge space underground in Ernestine?"

Eric looked around very vigilantly—there were still quite a few people in the tavern, some were eating, some were drinking; some knew about the fair, and some were just here for something to eat—then he answered in a low voice The question: "To most people, it's a secret."

Siles heard this word unexpectedly, and he also lowered his voice: "I will keep this a secret."

Eric was actually just joking, he laughed and said: "Actually, that is an underground passage. Can you imagine that scene? In a crowded, narrow, dark underground passage, businessmen are leaning against the wall to show themselves Products of.

"And people are crowded together, even bumping shoulders with those around them, and they can smell the sweat and perfume of the people around them. They are afraid that their heads will touch the ceiling of the passage, so they can only walk forward with a slight bend.

"When they want to stop in front of a certain booth, they have to turn sideways and squeeze into the open space on both sides of the booth. Maybe they will also encounter congestion caused by queuing.

"However, people are always looking for the items they want in the maze-like passage..."

Eric took a deep breath.

Siles said in a low voice: "I think you have a very good eloquence."

Eric couldn't help laughing and said, "It's like a maze, though. Every year people get lost in it and we need to get them out. That's why I need to work shifts at this time."

Siles nodded, and asked again: "How can there be such a huge network of underground passages?"

"It's related to the history of the Principality of Const, I remember." Eric replied uncertainly, "You know, the West City was the first area developed in Lamifa City, and at that time, the Principality of Constance was not established for long. .

"The first Grand Duke Const built a lot of escape passages underground. However, as the Principality of Const gradually became stronger and Lamifa City developed the East City, these underground passages were gradually abandoned, and finally, they fell into the In the hands of the old city."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

After Eric explained these, he introduced the booth distribution of this trade fair to Siles.

"What do you want to buy? I can show you first." Eric said.

Siles thought for a while and said, "What I'm interested in...maybe something like books and archives."

"Sure enough." Eric laughed, "Let's go, let's go and have a look. Today is the first day, maybe no one is interested in those books, you can take a good look around."

Siles followed Eric to a small door on the side of Ernestine's kitchen.As Eric led him in, he said, "If you want to come in the future, you can also go in directly from here."

"Okay." Silas said softly.

Eric opened the small door, and behind him was a dark, endless downward staircase.On the wall, every ten meters or so, there will be a wall lamp with dim light.From the far end, there was a lively and noisy, but slightly slight sound.

Siles looked into the distance, and in the light and shade, he could see a few indistinct figures, also walking down.

What surprised Siles even more was that he could see the blue light shining on those figures.The dim light and the faint icy blue light together create a strange scene.

Siles took part of the potion with 5% purity in the morning, and the ceremony lasted for fifteen hours. Up to now, the effect of [Silent Heart] has disappeared, but there are still nearly four hours left in the ceremony .

When he was at La Mifa University, he accidentally discovered that his apprentice, Dorothea Grant, was a revelation.

When he was at the Historical Society in the afternoon, Siles was deeply impressed by the blue light on the group of enlighteners gathered in the space behind the door.

But after leaving the Historical Society, he didn't see such a blue light much.This made him feel that there were not many revelators in Ramifa City.

But Ernestine's trade fair actually gathered so many enlighteners?

Siles couldn't help being surprised, and feeling more cautious.What happened to him, as well as Brewer's possible troubles, made him more vigilant about the turbulent currents that were secretly surging in this world.

Siles asked casually: "In such an occasion, I am afraid that many enlighteners will come?"

"Maybe so." Eric stepped up the stone steps, "I didn't notice it before, but now I can see some. Many things at the fair can be called time rails, maybe that's theirs too Purpose."

"Even if you have the time track, you don't know what kind of ritual can inspire the power of the time track." Siles said.

Eric also nodded and said, "We're just getting started."

Siles said in a low voice: "Maybe there are other ways. It may not really be like a scholar, immersed in ancient books and archives, looking for possible clues."

They wisely ended the subject as they took the last step.

At the same time, the true face of the trade fair has also been revealed in front of Siles.

He saw a narrow passage, as Eric said, and he was even a little worried that he would hit the top of the wall when he straightened up.The lighting is a little dim, but much better than up the stairs.

The walls are very traditional and old brick walls, and there is a wall lamp every one or two meters on the wall, which brings a little light.

There was a burst of stale air and people's voices blowing in front of us.Siles could hear all kinds of sounds, including the sounds of merchants hawking, guests bargaining, as well as the sound of tapping footsteps, knocking, and collisions...

All the voices are pouring in.This underground trade fair made Siles realize for the first time that Ramifa City is indeed the capital of the country, with a huge market and a huge population.

Eric whispered beside him: "Many people in West City know the existence of this fair, so they will come to buy some items, such as jewelry, winter fur, clothing, delicious sauces, dried meat, etc. Yes. Those are cheaper than the market price."

Siles nodded, expressing that he understood—this is a large duty-free shop, or the distribution center for purchased goods in Land of Embers.

Eric led Siles through a number of stalls.Siles passed by many people who came here.Such a crowded passage made him sometimes unable to keep up with Eric, but Eric was always waiting for him at the corners and forks.

Eric said: "Guests always go the wrong way in this kind of place."

Siles heard the surrounding voices gradually getting quieter, and the crowd gradually reduced.They eventually came to a slightly remote and quiet fork in the road.Siles could even smell the ink and the dust of old paper.

"There will also be some stationery here, paper pens, inks, paints, everything is possible. You go shopping, I have to be on duty." Eric said uncomfortably, "I will spend the winter in the previous one. Fur stands at the mouth of the alley. Do you remember there?"

"I remember." Sirius nodded.

Eric then left, while Siles walked slowly towards the passage in front of him.It's much cleaner here than some of the other areas, allowing Siles to wander around.

There are also some customers here, but there are not many, and even fewer people actually pay for things.Siles only saw a man in shabby clothes from a distance, paid for something, put it in his arms, and left in a hurry.

The man was in a hurry, as if he came here specially to buy that item.

Siles was in no such hurry.He came here this time just to take a stroll first, so he just walked past those stalls.Siles found that, as Eric said, not only books are sold here, but also a lot of stationery.

He was still preoccupied with finding books of interest and possible manuscripts that contained some secrets.

These books were all obtained from outside the Principality of Constance, and there were relatively regular published books, as well as scattered manuscripts and notes.Siles discovered an embarrassing problem, that is, most of these books do not use the language of Const.

Like the travel book he bought from Ranmere's son.

And if he really wanted to understand the Land of Never, then he might as well wait for Kellogg to find a suitable translator.

So, after shopping around, Siles finally found only two books suitable for purchase.

One is a manuscript, which is said to be some creative ideas of a very famous painter in the early period of the fog.

Because of the painter he met in Atherton Central Square and Brewer's accident, Siles is now somewhat interested in painting—based on vigilance and instinctive anxiety.

It just happened to be here, and Siles readily took the manuscript into his pocket.

The other one is a book, indeed in Const language, and Siles can understand it.However, the reason why he chose to buy this book was because the stall owner mysteriously introduced to him that this book was a banned book in the Duchy of Constance.

This immediately made Siles a little interested.

He flipped through it.The title of this book is "The Ghost of La Mifa City". Siles thought it was a novel, but was a little disappointed to find that it was actually a collection of folklore, urban secrets and other stories.

Most of these stories are probably word of mouth, rumors that three people became tigers.During the period when the book was first published, these stories were likely to cause panic, so the government of the Principality of Constance decided to ban the sale of the book.

But instead of burning all the books, the publishers shipped them to the Never Embers, where they were sold.Afterwards, "The Ghost of Lamifa City" went back and forth to the Principality of Const again.

The banned books at that time were nothing to the present Principality of Const, but the ban has not been lifted, and it is impossible to sell them in the market, so they were put on the booth of the Ernestine Fair.

The book was first published a century ago, and the preservation is still exquisite, the paper is only slightly yellowed, and the price is not too expensive, only 8 earl coins; the artist's manuscript he bought before cost him 2 duke coins.

So, in the end, Siles bought the "banned book".

He put the two books he bought in his bag, and then walked out, intending to meet Eric and ask if there would be more books worth buying at the trade fair on Wednesday night.

However, when he came to the passageway that Eric said, he failed to see Eric.

The reason is obvious—in this aisle selling winter furs, Siles saw crowds of people crowded together, as well as voices of quarreling and cursing one after another.

Someone is arguing?

Siles suddenly recovered.He looked inside, and before he realized why one of the voices sounded familiar to him, he was attracted by the blue light on one of them.

One of those quarrelsome people is the Revelator!

Rewind time a little bit.

While Siles was still lingering at the book booth, worrying about why the books were in foreign languages, Eric was standing idly at the entrance of the fur lane, waiting for guests who might get lost to find him.

His mind was still on the job that Siles told him and helped him find.

In fact, Siles far underestimated the shock of this incident to Eric.Siles felt that this era—and Lamifa City—was very peaceful.This is true, but job opportunities are not easy for people in the old city.

Eric is 37 years old.He has been Ernestine's waiter since he was 17, and he has also indirectly participated in many affairs of the underground gang, such as the trade fair after the rainy holiday in July every year.

Therefore, he almost bound his whole life to Ernestine.This is not a bad thing, the lives of people in the old city are always indispensable to those underground gangs.

Like Logan's Fair.Everyone knows that there are many underground gangs investing in that place, and even because they monopolize such a business, the gang members will raise prices from time to time.But people can only admit it.

That's why business grew so quickly after Grayson Foods opened its doors.

I really don't know who is behind this company. Even under the siege of underground gangs, it can continue to operate, still maintain such low prices, and crush many businesses of underground gangs.

... No, he was a little distracted.

Eric's wife told him about these things in the vegetable market.

His wife contracted a strange disease three years ago, and she always felt weak and powerless.Eric went to the Hume pharmacy to ask—for them, doctors are a very distant profession, and they don't have the spare money to go to the doctor unless they are about to die.

The pharmacy prescribed a medicine for his wife to take.The drug did make his wife feel better, but that was all.

She was originally a pastry chef in a bakery in Logan Market, but since she got this disease, she couldn't go to work properly, and was finally fired. She stayed at home all day and could only accept some temporary handicraft jobs to do.

This is a heavy blow to them.Originally, Eric's daughter should have gone to school three years ago, but after this accident, she could only take care of her mother at home and study by herself.

Eric knew he needed a little change.But he filled his class, and he could barely guarantee that the family's expenses would not be a problem.

...the power of the Revelator is indeed an opportunity.Eric really thought so, both on the surface and in his heart.However, just the transportation fee to go to Dongcheng to attend class made him a little timid.

What's more, it will be another expense to buy potions later.

Eric knew that this was an opportunity to change his destiny, but he was always doubting whether he could seize this opportunity.If he went to be a revealer, what about his wife and daughter?Can the money earned by the Revelator heal his wife and put his daughter in a good middle school?

This is really a question that has no definite answer.

And now Siles reached out to him.

25 duke coins a month, providing accommodation.Eric chewed these words silently.This is even a little higher than his wife's previous monthly salary in the bakery, but it is not so hard.

Eric finally let his emotions run wild.Twenty-five dukes, he thought! 25!

What a delightful number!

His daughter can go to a better middle school, his wife can buy some new clothes, and he can be bolder and try harder to explore the mysteries of the Revelator!

Although he is old, although he is almost 40 years old, he can still see a bright future!

If it wasn't for standing in the crowd right now, Eric suspected that he might be about to shed tears... no, definitely.In his heart, he was grateful to Siles—the young professor.

No wonder he was able to become a professor at such a young age.Eric thought so.

At this moment when he was thinking of Siles, he suddenly heard the sound of arguing in the passage behind him.With a jolt, he came back to his senses and strode inside.

Such scenes are indispensable at the trade fair every year.Ernestine's waiter also acted as a mediator at this time.It is impossible to expect those customers and stall owners who are full of anger and dissatisfaction to calm down on their own.

When Eric saw the two people in conflict, he felt even more headache.

One was a young boy of sixteen or seventeen with freckles, and the other was a middle-aged man in ragged clothes with withered cheeks but firm eyes.

Eric glanced at the young boy, feeling that he looked familiar. After a while, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the boy that Sirius went to Ernestine to look for?

What is his relationship with Siles?Why is he appearing at the trade fair again now, and having conflicts with others?

Eric was confused, and seeing more and more people gathered around him, and the quarrel between the two became more and more intense, he said loudly, "Quiet! Who will tell me what's going on?"

People around looked at him one after another, and the two people who were arguing temporarily fell silent because of his stern voice, but they all stared at each other, showing no intention of stopping the quarrel.

The young boy even looked at Eric and said not convinced, "Who are you?"

"Fair staff," Eric said simply. "What happened?"

The young boy was about to speak when the other man spoke too.His voice has a dry, sharp feeling, and the whole person looks dry and unflattering.

He said: "Let me tell! This boy is not likable at all! We have agreed on the price, but I am about to pay him, and he backs off."

"Repent?" The young boy looked like he was going to explode, "I didn't agree with the price you said at all! It's not even the cost price, how dare you pay for it?"

The middle-aged man said: "I said that price, and you acquiesced! Doesn't that mean that I can take the fur you sold at this price?"

The young boy looked at him, what looked like a red balloon about to burst.

Eric understood the conflict between them, so he said: "We don't allow forced buying and selling here. Since the stall owner doesn't agree to sell, the customers can't force it either."

he said coldly.Of course, this is not to say that he deliberately favors the young stall owner—although he does know that the young boy has something to do with Sirius—the rule he said does exist.

If the young stall owner confiscated the money, the deal would not be concluded, and it would be impossible for the middle-aged people to forcefully snatch the goods that were still the stall owner's goods.

If the young stall owner took the money