World Occult User Guide

"Wow, wow, wow..."

The endless waves of the Atlantic Ocean lapped at the ship, and the bowsprit cut through the waves, sailing against the wind against the crest of each wave.

Before returning to Kinshasa, the capital of Bantu, Lin An directed the ship to leave the accompanying fleet, and followed the shells given by Mother Koum to find the place to meet [Sanshen].

After repeated tests, he determined that the base camp of [Sanshen] is located deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

"If Maui had such a great compass and didn't need the help of his four brothers to find the island of the Goddess of Death, maybe humans could have eternal life."

In the captain's cabin, the Maori was very curious about shells and kept looking for excuses to wander around Lin An, trying to grab the white shell with the coordinates flashing on it.

"If Maui didn't have his four brothers, maybe Kiwi North Island would still be a complete country." Lin An said calmly.

Maui is a demigod in Maori culture. He once used a magic flax fishing line and a hook made from the jaws of his ancestors to catch a giant fish that looked like a ray. It was so huge that his four brothers were shocked.

It is said that this is the origin of the North Island of the current Kiwi country. The Maori name of the North Island is still Te Ika a Maui fish.

When Maui went to call other people in the tribe, the remaining brothers couldn't help but cut the fish into pieces. Therefore, the North Island on the map was full of islands and there were only a few complete continents.

"Okay, ranger, how can I get this shell?" The Maori heard the implication of Lin An's words and curled his lips and asked.

"After it takes me to the destination, you can do whatever you want with it. After all, we have deviated from the original route and rely on your guidance to return to Kinshasa."

"Your distribution is fair." The Maori clenched his fists and beat his chest covered with black tattoos. "I will tell Mr. O'Connor that his choice to invest in World Tree is very wise."

It's best to ask him for 200,000 Yule for me. The second recruitment meeting will cost a lot of money. Lin An thought to himself.

"Mr. Forester, look!"

The silent captain at the helm pointed forward, and a small black spot appeared on the horizon. Lin An raised the shell to the opposite side of it, and the guide and the black spot merged into a straight line.

"Oh, we found a small island!" The Maori made a telescope with his hands, closed one eye and looked into the distance, "Huh? It's shaking... Are there volcanoes nearby?"

"Don't stare at that point." Lin An patted the shoulders of the Maori and the captain respectively with his hand, "Stop the ship on the high seas and wait for me to come back."

Just as the headquarters of the St. Anilov Foundation has the structure and characteristics of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, the Sanshen Base cannot be just a simple Atlantic island.

Turning the [Philosopher's Stone], Lin An continued to move forward according to the guidance of the shell.

The strange black dot floated on the rolling sea surface. He stared at it and suddenly felt a shaking, followed by a slight loss of concentration. The black dot changed its appearance.

As if by God's command, a platform standing on the ocean replaced the black spot, and the metal shell stood out in the bright light of the equatorial sun.

Artificial island?

As Lin An steadily approached, the outline of the platform became clearer every moment.

Finally, he saw the whole thing clearly.

The base of Sanshen looks like an illustration from a children's picture book. It is a platform perched on a tree, surrounded by a variety of small fishing fleets painted in blue, red and white stripes.

There is a gorgeous palace standing on the platform. The walls around the atrium are hung with silk brocades. The chandeliers are brilliant. The ceiling is resplendent with glittering lapis lazuli and luminous pearls. Sitting on an extraordinary snakeskin chair. a man.

Around him, animals came and went, tigers, leopards, lions and jaguars, wearing crowns and holding their heads high.

Not only that, there are many beautiful maids in the palace. They are graceful and busy preparing hot tubs for bathing, as well as milk and saffron oil.

A flagpole at the top of the palace towers into the sky, and the pattern of a four-armed cross flutters in the wind under the blue sky.

According to legend, the king of Ashanti is the incarnation of the sun god Nyakopen. Because the color of sunlight is similar to gold, the king usually wears a variety of gold ornaments.

The symbol of Nyakopen is a cross with four arms. The four colors divided by lines represent the four directions of the time compass. The concept is similar to the Kalunga Line, and they both belong to the Central Southern Cultural Circle.

Unlike the Bantu, the Ashanti Empire's research on gods was limited to the sky and had not yet developed into the universe.

The pattern of the flag showed the identity of the owner of this place in disguise. Lin An looked back at the man on the red chair.

Is this where [Sanshen] gathers?

Is he the successor to the Ashanti Kingdom?

Sensing the prying eyes, the man in the center looked at Lin An through the palace glass and gave him a warm smile.

A familiar flash of light flashed, a faint haze hit the face, and the scene of Platform Mountain suddenly changed. The strange and gorgeous palace was replaced by an Iroko tree rising from the ground.

The maids walking around became barefoot priests, with thick strings of colorful rosary beads hanging around their necks, and walking sticks inlaid with soapstones that jingled as they walked.

A large and bulky woman sat in front of the Iroko tree. When she saw Lin An, she waved her hands happily.

"Hahaha, forest ranger! You are here! Come on, freshly baked fried coconut cake, kola nut seafood soup, and grilled whale meat! Try it, although its meat is red and rough, but the texture is It’s sweet and will definitely leave you with endless aftertaste! ”

It was Mother Koum.

The temptation of whale meat would not make Lin An lose his mind and rashly enter the ever-changing strange platform. With a thought, green data appeared in front of Mother Koum.

"Kum, we meet again. Thank you for the invitation. I'm not hungry yet."

"It's such an easy trip, don't let down the delicious food, ranger! Here - I even made sea crabs!"

"Perhaps Mr. Forester would like to bathe before eating your greasy dishes, Coombe."

When the second male voice was heard, the images of the Iroko tree and the gorgeous palace overlapped. The man sitting on the snakeskin chair changed his posture and propped up his chin. The maids wrung out the towels and stared at the sky with watery eyes. Lin An.

Before the two scenes subsided, a third female voice intervened.

"No matter which one you choose, I believe you would like to pair it with a glass of palm wine. I randomly paired it with pineapple, passion fruit, honey, ginger, spices and pepper."

what's the situation.

I remember that I came to the base of the mysterious organization, not the spa!

Lin An narrowed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Observing with the "naked eye", three layers of textures appear on the platform, overlapping each other with images of different transparency. You are competing for it, and no one can occupy 100% of the entity.

The unpredictable scenes were like precursors of madness, making him dizzy, and he guessed in his heart that these scenes were most likely an illusion of energy rather than a real reality.

Speaking of which, Lin An found that the three of them were each sitting on a chair made of beast skin.

Mother Koum mentioned that the status of [Sanshen] is determined by the chair.

These three people are the current top three of the organization?

or……

Their quarrel made Lin An gradually lose his patience. He took out the "One Eye of God", the rose clouds stretched, and one of his eyes popped open. Lin An felt his sight suddenly rise, the illusory fog dispersed, and the true appearance of the platform was revealed.

It turned out that there were four people sitting on it, three women and one man. The chairs under them were high and low.

Sensing Lin An's gaze, the only woman who had not spoken raised her head and looked at him with all five eyes.

"Sorry, they are just trying to get closer to you in their own way." Her voice was hollow, like the echo of a cave, coming from all directions, "[Sanshen] welcomes you to the meeting, forest ranger."

"Salute to you, the lady sitting on the lioness-skin chair. I heard some of your plans from Qomu - a certain [tyrant] from South Continent is about to attack, attack Lakon'ao and Bantu, and disperse God wanted Yggdrasil to delay him for a while."

"Yes, ranger."

"I have two main problems here. First, due to the terrain, unless the tyrant is willing to bypass the entire raging Kuba River and attack the Bantu from Swahili below, his march will not be able to bypass Lacon. profound."

"Capturing Lakon'ao and then attacking Bantu is an inevitable choice." The five-eyed woman nodded. Her pupils were light blue, shining on her dark skin.

"Put it aside first, madam, the second question is - World Tree has no obligation to bear the attack for you. If you can't give a particularly strong statement, I will let World Tree watch from the other side and collect some information about [Tyrant] information."

"Rewards always come with dangers."

A woman's eyes blink in sequence from left to right. In Western legends, failure to blink at the same time is a symbol of the devil.

She paused for a moment and brought up an unrelated topic.

“The Ashanti family system is matrilineal, with Abusua (big family) as the basic social unit, distributed throughout the empire. A social unit has a common female ancestor, who is worshiped by all members. "

Lin An glanced at the three people of Koum's mother who had calmed down for some time, and asked: "Are you this 'female ancestor'?"

"You can call me 'Queen Charo'."

"Sorry, you don't want to see my queen mother either."

Queen Charo licked her silver lips with her tongue and continued.

"Although ancestor worship plays a positive role in maintaining society, the continuation of a matrilineal clan cannot be without male leadership, at least not in the Ashanti Empire."

Due to the ambiguity of the name, some people in modern times think that matrilineal clans are a society where women are respected. In fact, in most primitive matrilineal tribes, the brother or nephew of the female ancestor is the real person in power, and he is in charge of the property related to each relative.

The same is true for the Ashanti Empire. Their throne is inherited by a male member of the royal maternal line. He is both the spiritual leader of the country and the highest administrator. He is also in charge of the army and handles all external affairs on behalf of the country.

Glancing at the man looking around on the snakeskin chair, Lin An excluded him from the position of "king".

“Have you heard the story of ‘Friday’s Golden Stool’? It represents the Ashanti throne and is a symbol of royal power…”

The five-eyed Queen Charo slowly narrated in an echoing voice. She closed her palms, and the other people sitting on the chairs repeated her actions.

"And here it is." (End of Chapter)