The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

After the activities of the club, the students bid farewell to Siles one by one.

The theme of the club event this time is Land of No Embers.Herman Grove's expression looked a little nervous, but he was still very excited.He probably knew many dangers of the Neverland, but he was still looking forward to the archaeological action in the near future.

When he bid farewell to Celeste, Celeste carefully asked him to pay attention to safety in future operations.

"Especially, pay attention to those weird and old items, and don't stare at those things." Siles urged.

Herman seemed a little puzzled, but based on Professor Noel's consistent prestige, he nodded sincerely and seriously, saying that he would remember it.

When Angela said goodbye to Millicent and Sirius, Sirius noticed that Millicent Austin's face was extremely pale.This student is always like this, looks fragile, fearful and restless, maybe it is a natural character and physical problem.

Siles guessed that she might have been intimidated by some of the dangers and rumors of the Never Embers.

When they were leaving, Sirius also saw Angela communicating with Millicent in a low voice.

After absently saying goodbye to the students, Siles stood alone in front of the classroom, lost in thought for a while.

The medical student that Herman mentioned was involved in the archaeological operation...could it be Chester Fitzroy?

If so, then it is very understandable that the church's investigation of Chester lasted for such a long time in the past.It is very likely that Chester encountered something during that archaeological operation, and it happened in the land of no embers.

Even for the Church of yesteryear, the Everest is not such a good place to investigate and explore, let alone that it happened many years ago.

Siles was curious about this.However, it is still unknown whether it is Chester or not.

I'm afraid he can only wait for the next letter from Captain Bunyan.he thought so.

Despite his preoccupation, when Siles walked into the Historical Society the next day, he was still full of energy.This is, after all, thanks to the power of Akamala.

His assistant, Aneurin Moore, was already waiting for him.Siles was struck by the young assistant's enthusiastic support, no matter how the outside rumors developed.

"Professor, the enlighteners who volunteered to participate in the experiment are already waiting for you outside Room 450." Aneulin said.

Siles nodded and asked, "How many people are there?"

"Many people signed up, but Director Bello specially selected two of them." Aneulin said, "He said, when you meet the two enlighteners, you will understand why they were selected."

Siles was a little surprised.

What are the selection criteria for Director Bello?Aren't they highly polluted?Or do they themselves have some understanding of Siles' subject?

At the door of Room 450, Aneulin said goodbye to Siles: "If you have anything to do, I'll be outside."

"Okay," said Siles.

Although Aneurin was Siles' assistant, he was very measured and never really witnessed the experiment process of Siles.He had explained it, and he thought it was a healing process.

Those tainted revelators chose to expose their true inner thoughts to Celes.And Anuilin thinks that he has no right to observe other people's privacy for the time being.

Of course, the main reason is that Siles' experiments are still limited in scope.Aneulin is his work assistant, not a research assistant, so he doesn't need to be involved for the time being.

He greeted the two revealers waiting at the door, then pushed the door open, and walked into room 450 with them.

Both revelators are male, a middle-aged man and a young man.Their expressions looked very excited, but that excitement combined with the inherent pollution on their bodies made them look a bit awkward.

Siles had been used to seeing that look for weeks.These polluted enlighteners will not realize that there is something wrong with their expressions.They can't find their own problems.

The three sat down on both sides of the sofa.It was still Siles sitting on one side, and the two tainted revelators on one side.

"Please introduce yourself first," Sirius said.

It was the young man who spoke first: "My name is Larry Lampson. I'm from the second corridor." He hesitated, and then said, "Director Bello said, do you need me to bring something with you?"

"Yes," said Siles.

Larry nodded, then said, "I'm studying harmonica at the Ambrose School of Music." He took the small harmonica out of his pocket. "That's what I usually carry with me."

"That's good," said Siles thoughtfully.

Aside, the middle-aged man introduced himself, "I am Bart Evans, from the first corridor. I am a scribe of the Historical Society." He took out a quilt from the small bag he carried with him A quill kept in a box, "This is an item I brought."

It was only then that Siles understood what Director Bello meant. He seemed to have deliberately selected the revelators who had certain time tracks.

Siles nodded, and said to the two enlighteners: "Then, we can start." He paused, and then said, "Today's experiment is different from the previous ones, you may have heard said.

"I hope to find a method and a ritual that everyone can use. Of course, you can rest assured that this experiment will not be dangerous."

Both revealers looked relieved and smiled dryly.

Siles watched them.

Judging from their appearance, the pollution level of these two people should not be particularly deep.The younger Larry looked even more normal. Apart from being a little neurotic, he couldn't tell that he had been polluted.

Bart, the scribe, looks a little weird and nervous, his brown eyes are always looking at other people fixedly, and when the other party notices his gaze and actively looks back, he moves away cautiously and in a panic lost his gaze.

He seemed to have a dead, disturbing air about him, as if he had been soaking in old paper for so long, and he had that decayed, fragile, dead air about him.

Siles outlined what they need to do today.

Larry hesitated, then said, "You mean we're just... trying to do what we've been doing?"

"No, during the ritual time, repeat the actions you used to do in the past." Siles emphasized, "At least a potion with a purity of 5%."

He took out a bottle of potion from the drawer, and said, "If it's not within the ceremony time, you can drink some now."

When Siles went out this morning, he had already drank the potion to allow himself to enter the ritual time.His main purpose is to observe the movement of the blue light during the experiment.

At this moment, he could notice that the two people in front of him had no blue light on their bodies, and they did not take any potions.Fortunately, the research department provided some potions for his subject as a necessity for research.

Soon, both revelators drank the 5% purity potion and began to try what Sirius said.

Larry picked up the harmonica, stood by the window, and tried to reproduce the movement of playing the harmonica that he had been playing all along; while Bart sat there, holding a quill, hesitantly trying to write something.

Siles saw that the blue light on them did not show any sign of flow.

He said: "You need to choose a moment that has not been polluted in the past. Recall the time, place, scene, action, mood of that picture...try to get out of the current situation.

"You are enlighteners, and the person you want to borrow power from is your past self."

Both Larry and Bart thought about it.

It was Larry who first started playing the harmonica.At the beginning, there were only a few monotonous sounds, as if beginners were slowly mastering the skills of playing.After a while, the sound gradually became smoother.

When the melodious sound of the harmonica sounded, Siles and Bart looked at each other.Bart put down the quill in his hand, and then turned his head to observe Larry quietly, with a timid and deep temptation in his eyes.

He seemed to want to learn something from Larry.

Siles also watched Larry.He noticed that Larry's harmonica was winding with a blue glow.Larry slowly closed his eyes, as if immersed in another world.

At the same time, as the sound of the harmonica gradually became coherent and melodious, the blue radiance also became musical notes one after another, beating and melting into Larry's brain one after another.

Siles wondered a little perplexed, does this count as working?

In the next second, something unexpected happened to him.He noticed that the blue musical notes that melted into Larry's brain gradually connected together, forming a protective film like a helmet, which firmly protected Larry's brain from the inside out.

After a while, a gray-black substance seemed to emanate from Larry's brain, and then melted into the air.But the blue light film did not disappear.

At the end of the song, Sirius saw that the protective film of blue light had dimmed a bit, but it still existed.

Larry opened his eyes dazedly.

The room was silent.

After a while, Siles asked, "How do you feel?"

"Very, very..." Larry said blankly, "It's amazing! It's amazing!" He was suddenly excited and excited, "Your method is effective!"

Siles said, "Can you tell me how you felt just now?"

He saw the movement of the blue light, but wondered how Larry felt himself.

"I played the music when I first started learning the harmonica." Larry calmed down his excitement, and slowly explained, "I tried my best to recall my mentality at that time, as well as the whole learning process.

"From stumbling to proficient flow. I replicated the process. Slowly... I can't describe the feeling. I closed my eyes. And then... it was like I was really, starting from a beginner, learning all over again this song...

"...Yes, it's as if I've forgotten all the playing skills I've learned now! My mind, my will, is immersed in that learning and playing process, as if going back in time.

"And then...then...get carried away. Do you know what I mean? It's as if I forgot who I am...forgot my pollution, my troubles. It's as if I've never been polluted..."

Larry's words began to falsify again.After a while, he took a deep breath: "I feel that my condition is much better now."

Siles took out a cuboid stone that looked like a paperweight from the drawer, and handed it to Larry: "[Shadow of the Old God], let's test it."

Larry nodded vigorously, his face flushed.He took the paperweight carefully, hesitated for a moment, and then firmly pressed his hand on it.

The stone glowed with a slight blue light, one-tenth of the position.

Larry let out an exclamation, and he said, "It's incredible! I've already reached the three-tenth position!" He looked at Siles with admiration.

Siles smiled: "Congratulations, Larry."

Larry mumbled some words of thanks incoherently.

Siles turned to look at Bart and said, "Bart, you want to try too?"

Bart nodded silently, and said in a low voice: "Then... I will copy the words I wrote when I copied the book for the first time."

Siles confirmed: "The first book you copied, there is no pollution, right?"

Bart shook his head.

Siles thought for a while, then handed the stone to Bart: "Measure first."

Bart stretched out his hand, touched the stone lightly, and then quickly retracted his hand.The stone is half lit.

Neither Siles nor Larry showed any strange expressions, which made Bart relieved.The middle-aged man sat on the sofa a little timidly.

Siles said, "Let's begin."

Bart picked up the quill pen, dipped it in the ink carefully, and started writing intently.Siles noticed that his handwriting was very beautiful and he wrote very quickly.

As one character after another fell, the blue light merged from the tip of his pen into characters one by one, and melted into his brain.Bart closed his eyes unconsciously, but his hands were still writing skillfully.

Siles saw a gray-black substance that was much denser than Larry's, appearing on Bart's head, and then dissipating.

The gray-black substance... Siles thought thoughtfully, it was the spiritual pollution they had received.He had seen similar scenes on previous Saturdays.

However, why are they all gray-black substances?At this point, why is there a general commonality?

A few minutes later, a complete article was written, and Bart opened his eyes, staring blankly at the paper in front of him.

On the side, Larry couldn't wait to say: "How is it! Mr. Evans, do you also feel that way?"

Bart let out a long sigh of relief, his whole body seemed to be a little more relaxed, and he even showed a gentle smile.He said softly, "Yes... yes. I have a very light feeling."

He almost whispered, "It's like a shadow covering the body, which suddenly disappeared."

Siles handed Bart the stone to measure the degree of pollution.Bart reached out and touched it, and one-fifth of the stone lit up.

Although this level of pollution is still higher than that of Larry, compared with the level of pollution of the two at the beginning, the efficiency and speed of this kind of removal are very incredible.

Bart looked at Siles and couldn't help but say, "Professor Noel, this is really amazing."

"Maybe it's just that you two just happen to fit the bill," said Siles.

Notes and characters, corresponding to their respective past and time tracks.In other words, if it were not for such occupations and daily behaviors, their self-healing this time would not be so smooth.

Larry said: "That is amazing and exaggerated enough. Professor, when do you plan to announce such results to the public?"

"More experiments are needed, and some small-scale, small-scale group experiments." Siles said, "It is impossible to get real results in the short term. You are just two special cases to prove that such experiments are indeed effective. .”

Larry and Bart sighed in relief and regret.

"If there's anything you need in the future, please do let me know. You saved my life," Bart said.

Larry quickly followed up and said, "Me too. Professor, I really don't know how to express my thanks."

"Participating in the experiment is also risky, but you succeeded." Siles said in a low voice, "You don't need to thank me so much."

Despite what he said, the expressions of Larry and Bart did not change.Of course they would be grateful to Siles.

They chatted about the feelings and details during the ceremony, and Siles recorded some parts in detail.

He was thinking that for the experiment next week, he'd better find some more ordinary revelators, rather than Bart and Larry, whose professional tools can be used as time tracks.

Of course, the experiment did work, and that's something to celebrate.

After the two revelators left, Siles sorted out the records of the experiment, and then went to Director Bello's office.

Supervisor Bello stood by the window, his old and thin figure looked extremely tired.When Siles entered, he turned around with a nervous expression on his face.

"How is it?" Director Bello asked.

"It worked," said Siles.

He roughly talked about the process and results of the experiment, especially the degree of pollution measured by the [Shadow of the Old God] ritual.

Director Bello heaved a sigh of relief and showed a sincere smile.He said: "It is really everyone's luck that you can become a revelation and join the research department."

Siles is not used to this kind of straightforward praise, but it happens that people in this world like to express emotions like this.He couldn't help but paused, and then said: "However, the topic still needs more experiments and research."

"Of course I understand that, Sirius." Supervisor Bello laughed, "It's just that your research has helped many people."

Siles nodded and said, "I hope to help more people."

Director Bello asked, "Does this kind of revelator still be needed for next week's experiment?"

"Did you pick these two people on purpose?"

"Of course." Director Bello said, "The time track—or, the time track used in this ceremony may need to have a considerable connection with the enlightener himself. The closer the better."

"I thought so too," Sirius said.

The harmonica is to Larry, and the quill is to Bart. These are things that they are very familiar with in the past, and it can even be said that they have settled down.That would naturally help them in this ritual.

Simply put, if they need to find an anchor in the past, and these two revelators, because of the harmonica and quill, they actually have the anchor in their hands and just need to hold it on the shore A certain location is fine.

Other revelators, however, may not be so lucky.

In the case of Siles himself, he may not be sure what his anchor will be.

...the novelist's...keyboard?

He kind of resisted the answer.

Director Bello nodded, and said, "That seems to be effective. In this ceremony, the closer the relationship between the timing track and the revealer himself, the better."

"Yes," said Siles, "but we'll have to look at the others, too."

"I understand. I will randomly select a few revelators." Director Bello said, "I hope to get good news next week."

"So do I," said Siles in a low voice.

He bid farewell to Director Bello, then left the Historical Society and walked around Atherton Square.The weather is getting colder, and there are fewer and fewer people around Atherton Square.People don't want to go out in this weather.

Siles walked along the boulevard for a while, and then arrived at 18 Housewell Street.It was still early, not yet eleven o'clock.

Siles showed the business card he got from Mrs. Fuller, and successfully entered the secluded private club.

From the outside, 18 Houseville Street looks like an ordinary street building.This neighborhood is a quiet neighborhood where single-family buildings are common.

No. 18 Houseville Street has three floors in total. The first floor is the reception hall, the second floor is the reception hall, and the third floor is the service hall.To put it simply, the second floor is where the guests meet and where Siles talks with his friends.The third floor is the restaurant.

Siles likes the privacy here, so he's used to coming here for lunch at noon on a Saturday.

"Good afternoon, sir." When Siles arrived on the third floor, a waiter came over quietly, "Do you still have the same meal today as last week?"

"Yes." Sirius whispered.

The waiter led him to his usual place.It was a window position, and one could see the spire of the central cathedral of the church in the past, and the statue of the first Duke Const on Atherton Square.

After lunch, Siles went to Room 52 on the second floor.In fact, there are not more than 50 rooms on the second floor, and those house numbers are randomly shuffled, which will not allow people to locate them exactly.

Each fixed room has a specific key.Half of the keys are in the hands of the guests and half are in the hands of the people behind 18 Howesville Street.

The waiter will give the other half of the key to the guest when the guest comes here, and take back the half key when the guest leaves.

Of course, 18 Housewell Street cannot guarantee [-]% privacy.However, Mrs. Fuller was one of the behind-the-scenes investors here, which ensured that their meeting would not be leaked.

In addition, it is clean enough here not to be disturbed.

Room 52 is like the living room of ordinary people, with clean windows and bright floors.Some of the ornaments and furniture placed in the room make it appear that the room is expensive and beautifully decorated, with an old and quiet atmosphere.

There is a small kitchen table here, where you can prepare some drinks, or ask the waiter to prepare some snacks or afternoon tea in advance.

Siles read here for a while.At around twelve o'clock, Eric came.

"Good afternoon, Sirius," said Eric. "You're so early."

"It's quiet enough here," said Siles.

"Indeed." Eric nodded.

After a while, other people came one after another.They sat loosely on the sofa or chairs, chatting with each other.Siles heard Mrs. Fuller chatting with Angela about the October Fair.

At this time, Eric suddenly said: "There is something I think you will want to hear."

The other four cast curious glances at him.

"What happened?" Angela was very curious.

Eric said, "Do you still remember the thing about the museum gatekeeper?" He looked around to confirm that they all remembered, and then said, "I said before that I would pay attention to the movements of the underground gangs in West City. I did find some clues."

They immediately became serious, and the atmosphere in the room also became serious.

Mrs. Fuller asked, "What is it?"

"I have recently been involved in the daily affairs of the second corridor." Eric said, "but it is not a real investigation, but I am responsible for handling letters from some residents...complaints, requests for help, inquiries, etc. .You all know about this.”

They all nodded.Darrell asked impatiently, "So, what's in these letters?"

Eric hesitated for a while, and finally he said: "I think so. I found a lot of letters from West City, and they all mentioned that they saw figures that appeared inexplicably in the middle of the night.

"They seem to think it's a ghost ... a ghost or something. The issue seems to have scared quite a few people, so many residents have written in hoping that the authorities can resolve the issue.

"These letters were all forwarded from the government, so I thought it might attract attention."

Angela said: "Don't you also live in West City? Have you ever encountered this thing?"

"No." Eric shook his head.

Siles thought for a while and said, "I've heard about this before." He paused and said, "I lived in West City for a while before I started my studies at Ramifa University.

"At that time, my landlady mentioned this rumor to me. She said that it is best not to go out after eight o'clock at night, because people will see people appearing inexplicably on the street.

"Later, a revelator who lived in West City also warned me the same way."

"Revelator!" Angela exclaimed, "So, there is really something hidden behind this?"

Eric looked confused.

"I don't know either." Sirius shook his head, "I thought it was just a rumor. I've never seen that kind of figure."

Eric hesitated, then said, "I thought it was an underground gang problem."

Mrs. Fuller said, "You think those figures are underground gangs?"

"Do you remember the Ernestine Fair?" Eric asked, "The Fair is located in the underground passages of the West City. And these underground passages extend in all directions, and most of them are in the hands of underground gangs."

Siles suddenly said: "You mean, the reason why those figures appear and disappear inexplicably is because they are moving through the underground passage?"

Eric said, "That's what I thought."

Angela clapped her hands: "That makes sense! It's impossible for ordinary residents to know where the entrance of the underground passage is and where it leads. They will only think that those figures appeared suddenly."

Darrell said confused, "So... the underground gangs are operating in the middle of the night? What are they trying to do?"

"I don't know either." Eric shook his head, "If they really collected the Time Tracks for the benefit of Everland...then, the birthday of God is getting closer and closer. "

Because of the news from Mrs. Fuller and Siles, they all now know that Grand Duke Const will announce the development plan of the Withered Wasteland on the day of the God's Birthday celebration.

"The time is getting closer, so they plan to do something?" Angela said to herself, "But what exactly are they going to do?"

"Nobody knows," Darrell said defiantly. "This is such a nuisance. Corridor [-] just dropped the investigation."

Eric also sighed, and he whispered, "I don't know how the gatekeeper's granddaughter is doing now."

Speaking of this, Siles turned to Eric and asked, "Do you know the name of the gatekeeper's granddaughter?"

"Name?" Eric was stunned, and recalled, "I should have seen it in the file...Let me think about it. I just looked through it not long ago. It should be...No, Nona? Nona Norrison.

"Because the first sound of the first and last name is the same, I was impressed by the name."

Siles nodded calmly, concealing the sudden turmoil in his heart.

...The owner of that dream is indeed the gatekeeper's granddaughter!she is alive!

Siles didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief, or worry more about Nona.

Mrs Fuller said: "In any case, we already know that underground gangs are still active. Their previous intentions have not been achieved, and something will happen later. At that time, we will know what they want to do. "

There was a tinge of sophistication in her tone, but no one could deny Mrs. Fuller's words.

Darrell said, "Yeah. And, maybe we're overthinking—and speaking of overthinking, I think the Revelators in Corridor [-] are overthinking too."

"What's wrong?" Angela asked very curiously.

Darrell's tone was a bit impatient, but he was not aimed at the people present. He said, "I'm afraid you can't understand... I don't understand either. Those who are preparing for the work of maintaining the order of the God's Birthday celebration, they are now It’s unbearably tense.”

"Nervous?" Angela thought for a while, "Maybe it's a good thing. What if something really happens?"

"Of course I understand that," Darrell said, "but... let me tell you about what they're planning to do. They're going to check the identity of every merchant, every customer who participates in the October Fair, and if they don't pass the check Can't get involved.

"They think that these people who participate in the October market will affect the safety of the celebration of the birthday of God."

"Ah... a bit exaggerated." Angela couldn't help but say.

Siles also said: "Indeed. How do they ensure the accuracy of the review?"

This era is not the Internet era of the earth, where everyone's identity can be found in the database.In this era, there is no big data analysis, and there is no monitoring system everywhere.

In this case, how can the third corridor check the danger of everyone?

"I don't know either. It's probably some kind of revelator's method... who knows." Darrell said naively, "But they're already doing it. Especially for those outsiders."

Mrs. Fuller said thoughtfully: "They are probably afraid, what will the revelators from Never Ashes do on God's birthday?" She paused, "Or... the followers of the old gods ?”

Darrell looked taken aback, and he couldn't help saying, "Is there really someone who would choose to... do something at this time?" He paused, "God's birthday celebration? Don't worry about the Church of the Past and Antina Tom will..."

Even if Antinam was a peaceful, low-key god, he was still a god.To create some chaos on his birthday, it's really not going to...

Siles said in a low voice: "However, some followers of the old gods just believe that Antinam caused the fall of the old gods."

Darrell's face was wrinkled, and he said, "Come on...I don't want to have to deal with a chaotic God's Birthday celebration."

Angela sighed, and looked at Darrell with sympathetic eyes: "Who would have thought. But, this year is indeed special. In previous years, the development plan would not be announced at this time."

They all shook their heads.

God's birthday celebration, withered wasteland development plan.Underground gangs, followers of unknown old gods.Everything seems to indicate that a terrible conflict may break out on the birthday of God.

"Actually, there's nothing we can do," said Mrs. Fuller softly. "Keep in touch with each other and keep vigilant. If you find any special signs, you can notify each other as soon as possible. 18 Houseville Street can serve as a A relay station for information."

Several people nodded.Afterwards, their conversation turned to more everyday topics.

Darrell suddenly remembered something, and then said: "By the way, my brother said that the fog in the Neverland has dissipated more recently. Many explorers choose to approach those lands at this time to investigate the situation."

Angela couldn't help saying, "That's very dangerous, right?"

"Of course." Darrell couldn't help but nodded, "My brother said the same thing. But..."

"They'll definitely try the expedition anyway. It's a chance to make a fortune," Eric whispered.

How did Darrell's brother know this, Sirius wondered as he listened?From the church of yesteryear?

The Church of the Past and the Land of Never Embers... These are two words that don't sound like they would go together.For the power of the church in the old days was always confined to the individual countries.

According to rumors, it was Antinam who protected several countries in the mist and preserved the flames of human civilization.From this point of view, there is a clear distinction between the Church of the Past and the Land of Never Embers.

but……

Siles thought, not long ago, the Church of the Past in the Principality of Constance was probably investigating the past of Dr. Chester Fitzroy?If Chester had really been to the Land of No Embers, then the Church of the Past would definitely investigate his experience in the Land of No Embers.

Then there will definitely be a connection with the Everland. During the communication and investigation process, it is not surprising to learn about the current situation of the Neverember.

The fog has lifted more... which should be a good thing, overall.However, until the fog dissipates completely and the land under the fog is completely safe, people still have to keep a respectful distance from Gaines.

At close to three o'clock in the afternoon, their party came to an end.

Angela took out a few snacks from her bag and distributed them to them.

She said: "The chef at home tried a new method and made a lot of it, so I brought it to you. If it is delicious, I will bring more next time."

Darrell tasted one and commented, "It's your taste—it's too sweet."

Angela made a threatening gesture and said, "I won't bring it for you next time."

"Oh, my mother, this is really delicious." Darrell changed his words, "Miss Clayton, your chef must be able to win the favor of the gods with his cooking skills."

Two young children were fighting.Both Mrs. Fuller and Eric watched this scene, and the meaning in their eyes made Siles feel that his mentality seemed a little old.

... This body is obviously only three or four years older than Angela, why does he always seem to be a generation behind Angela?Of course, he is indeed Angela's professor, and his soul is already in his thirties.

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