The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Grenfell was still idly reading a book behind the counter.Beard, old suit, pince-nez.There seemed to be a faint dust in the air.

But Siles didn't dare to underestimate him.

If the space behind the door behind the Historical Society was set up by the vice president himself, then who set up this bookstore that can only be discovered by the enlightener?

"Good morning, Mr. Glenn," said Siles. "I went to the Historical Society yesterday. About . . . "

"Revelator, are you trying to say this?" Grenfell yawned, "Who is your guide?"

"...Mr. Carol Housman."

"Oh, it's little Carol. He is an enthusiastic person, but sometimes he is a little too enthusiastic." Grenfell commented, "No matter what, he will always help you well."

Those eyes stared lazily at Siles: "And why did you come to me?"

Siles was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to thank you for giving me that card."

Grenfell casually placed the book he was reading on the counter, and then he scratched his hair.The slovenly man said, "Now you know that the power of the Revelator can also mean danger. Maybe I gave you this business card with bad intentions?"

"The more dangerous the power is, the more we should find ways to control such power."

Grenfell was slightly surprised, and looked at Sirius with somewhat complicated eyes.After a while, he asked: "Is that what you think?" Without waiting for Sirius to speak again, he said, "You are a young man more arrogant than my teacher."

Siles blinked slowly, confused.

After showing that moment of complicated expression, Grenfell returned to his lazy expression again. He said, "You also know my teacher—at least you know his name. Joseph Morton."

Siles nodded.

Grenfell continued: "I have a bit of a disagreement with him, so I left the Historical Society and opened this bookstore...Of course, you don't expect me to give you any guidance. Beginners still follow the set of the Historical Society Getting started is better."

Siles hesitated for a moment, and finally just asked: "Mr. Glenn..."

"Glenn."

"...Okay. Glenn, I want to ask, is the power of the revelator not divided into levels?"

This was the first question that came to Siles' mind after hearing Carroll's preliminary explanation.Maybe it's because he's used to level-up novels on Earth, and he always feels that supernatural power should also have a step-by-step hierarchy, and there should also be strong and weak.

However, Carroll's statement seems a bit strange.It seems that with the potion, the time track, and the ritual of reappearance, then the power of the past can be borrowed, no matter how powerful such power is.

Don't you need to pay a price for borrowing the power of the past?Is there no distinction between strong and weak revelators?

Siles' question caused Grenfell to cast him a complicated glance.He said: "Beginners should not be too ambitious. Wouldn't it be good to just listen to little Carol's explanation? Use this mentally handicapped question to ask me."

He rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

Siles was startled, and subconsciously said, "Sorry..."

"No. You don't need to say that." Grenfell seemed to think of something again, "It was the same way when I was just studying with the teacher. I asked whatever came to mind. Now that I think about it, almost 20 years have passed."

Siles remained silent, and did not ask Grenfell any further differences with the vice president of the historical society.

Grenfell's exclamation was only for a moment, and then he said: "Potions, time tracks, and rituals. You should be very clear about these three elements. Potions have purity, time tracks have integrity, and rituals Have fit.

"Three elements and three dimensions, these are the obstacles you need to overcome and overcome on the road of enlightenment in the future."

"...I see." Siles replied, and then said, "What about the Revelator himself?"

Potions, time tracks, and rituals, except that the rituals need to be demonstrated and reproduced by the revealer himself, the former two are considered external things.Doesn't the Revelator itself have anything... high and low levels?

Grenfell gave him a weird look: "Normal enlighteners have already been succumbed to magical potions and complicated timelines when they first started. Why are you the only one here struggling with the essence of power?"

The nature of power...?Siles suddenly realized.

Indeed, the thinking of the earth allowed him to penetrate the fog.What he wants to know is, why does the power of the revealer exist?Why can the revelator get power from past history?Is there any difference in the power held by different enlighteners?

"You are very sharp, you are a good seedling of a scholar... Wait, you said before that you study the literature of the Silence Period?"

Siles was silent for a moment, and finally said frankly: "I teach at Ramifa University."

"Teaching... Wait, you are a professor at La Mifa University?!" Grenfell looked like he was about to jump up from his chair, "You are really..."

As intellectuals, university professors are highly respected in this era, and they are also professors at the top universities in the Principality of Constance.Grenfell's stunned look made Siles realize for the first time that he seemed to have underestimated his status as a professor.

However, Grenfell's surprise was only for a short while, and he rarely warned seriously: "Since you study past literature, you will inevitably come into contact with original manuscripts, first editions, manuscripts, notes, etc., you must be extremely careful, and don't be easily fooled." Draw upon the power of the Revelator."

"I will, thanks for the reminder."

Grenfell said again: "As for your question... the revelator itself. Hehe." He showed a slightly sarcastic smile, "You have been in the Historical Society for a long time and you know that now the internal history of the Historical Society There are also discussions about this.

"The point of course is to focus on the soul of the revelator. Some people think that the soul of the revelator has some special powers, attributes... or tags. This will affect the outcome of their rituals.

"...the original source of this study was because people had a doubt."

Siles asked in a timely manner: "What doubts?"

"Since you can borrow the power of the past, why can't you borrow the power of the gods of the past?"

Siles froze.

Grenfell said meaningfully: "Those gods who have fallen have left a lot of time tracks. Some revelators have tried, and the final result..." He hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Either die or go crazy gone."

Is it really so difficult to borrow the power of a god with human power?Perhaps many enlighteners felt such despair and unwillingness, so they finally turned to study their own strength and foundation.

Finally, they seem to realize that the soul of the Revelator possesses some wonderful properties.

"This research is still in progress. After you finish Carol's introductory course, you can try to join the team of those researchers. However, this research is still very controversial."

Grenfell showed some tired and bored expressions.

They were all silent for a moment.

Finally, Grenfell said: "Okay! Don't be so ambitious, just think about how to get started." He added, "If you have any questions, you can come and chat with me."

Siles thanked him for his kindness.

During Carol's dealings with the two revelators, Grenfell, Siles realized that the extraordinary power of this world, at least like the revelators from the Historical Society, seemed to be in the orderly camp.

They will not abuse their power, and even restrain themselves to a certain extent, wary of power that may get out of control at any time.

Grenfell waved his hand at him, and continued to bury his head in his book.Siles subconsciously glanced at the book in his hand, only to find that it was not a simple and heavy old book, but a brand new book that seemed to have just been published.

"Curious?" Grenfell noticed his gaze, "This is the new work of the famous novelist in the city, Ms. Antonia Cumming! It's really an extremely exciting detective novel!"

Detective story?

Siles was taken aback for a moment, he was a little interested in the novels of this era, but he was more interested in - can he sell words like in his previous life?

Not long after, Siles left the antique bookstore with an old work by Antonia Cumming, a gift from Grenfell.

Grenfell watched his leaving back, recalled their two conversations yesterday and today, and after a while, he sighed inexplicably: "Look, teacher, contemporary young people are far more radical than we imagined. enterprising.

"They will not stick to the old ways, and they will not be willing to go back and forth on the paths we have already found out. They will definitely step into the realm of the gods, they will definitely find their own paths, and they will definitely—"

Grenfell paused for a while, then said to himself: "'The more dangerous the power is, the more we should find ways to control it.'"

He smiled inexplicably.

After a while, he immersed himself in Antonia Cumming's detective novels again, exclaiming from time to time, how could there be such amazing tricks and mysteries.

……this world.For an inadvertent moment, Grenfell thought so.This world is like a novel by Antonia Cumming.This is a fog, this is a world shrouded in the shadow of history.

Siles, who left the Grenfell Antique Bookstore, quickly returned to No. 13 Milford Street.

He confirmed that Mrs. Finn was not using the kitchen at this time, so he went to the second floor, put the book presented by Grenfell aside, and then took the ingredients to the kitchen on the first floor.

He cautiously tasted the sauce he bought, and confirmed that it had no peculiar smell, at most it was a little weak.

Afterwards, he boiled water in a pot, boiled a pot of hot soup, put in the bottom of the pot, salt, vegetables and meat, and stewed it for a long time. When it finally came out of the pot, the reddish hot soup still looked like Very nice.

He put the hot soup into his own bowl and put it in the room on the second floor, then cleaned up the kitchen.It was almost noon, and Mrs. Finn just walked into the kitchen to cook at this time.

Noticing that the kitchen was very clean and tidy, she gave a rare compliment to Quasiles, then her expression changed, she hesitated for a moment, and then asked Celes to wait, then turned around and took a basket of cherries from the side.

Even in this world, fruits like cherries are not cheap.

Siles was taken aback, wondering how Mrs. Fern could be so friendly all of a sudden.Mrs. Fane seemed about to say something, but at last she said dryly, "Take it, Mr. Noel."

Anxiety and nervousness flashed across the slightly haggard eyes of this middle-aged woman, who was always hesitant to speak.

Siles realized that Mrs. Finn seemed to be demanding.From the past two days, she has been troubled by something, and now this trouble seems to be getting deeper and deeper.Therefore, she showed this ingratiating behavior.

But what was she in trouble for?

Mrs. Finn finally kept silent, so Siles didn't ask too much.He thanked Mrs. Fern for her kindness, and instead of taking them all, he carefully grabbed a handful and put them in his pocket.

Then he went upstairs with his own hot soup, bread with hot pot, and finished the lunch indiscriminately.

After finally eating the hot food, the stomach exudes a sense of comfort and comfort, coupled with the sweet and sour taste of cherries, this is probably the most beautiful meal that Celes has had since he came to this world.

Siles stood up and looked out of the window—the light rain was falling again, and he couldn't help sighing.He went to wash the dishes, and simply walked around the room a few times, treating it as a walk.

As he walked, he was thinking about the lesson plans.This afternoon, he was obsessed with preparing lessons, completely ignoring the passage of time.

When he came back to his senses suddenly, he found that except for the wall lamp that was still shining, the room was already in a gloom.

He hastily turned on the overhead light, stood up and stretched his limbs.He found that his efficiency was good. Combining his previous notes and some ideas, the teaching plan of the course "Appreciation of Silence" has advanced by more than half.

Of course, there was still a difference between that and the real course, but he was pressed for time, so he had to confirm the first few lessons first.

Being obsessed with work for a long time made Siles a little tired.He didn't want to go out, so he lay down on the sofa for a while.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the book that Grenfell had given him, so he took it casually and started to read it.