Eagle Byzantium

"Very good, it seems that the secret copy of this prophecy book has really come into my hands."

On the Greek island of Patmos, in a mansion converted from a white monastery, the well-dressed tycoon Gawain, holding a high-end cigar, is sitting on a leather chair, proudly facing the enamel box on the large oval table, sitting upright opposite him Daedalus, the cultural relics intermediary, said.

Then he turned his eyes to the other side - the same small crystal coffin was also placed on the table.

"Allow me to introduce you, my dear friend Daedalus. This is the treasure I was most proud of before I got the secret copy of the Sibyl Prophecy. It is the lame post of the most cruel king in Central Asia hundreds of years ago. Take a look at the golden goat mask of death that Mu'er wore before she died. Look at Daedalus. What's engraved on the crystal coffin with the mask? "

Upon hearing this request, Daedalus raised his thick myopia lenses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle and approached the crystal coffin. Then he gently read the Persian inscription on it, "The manservant of Death holds a cup of bitter wine." The wine came to him."

"Yes!" Gao Wen burst out laughing and clapped his hands. This tycoon is worth billions and is of mixed descent from Latvia, Denmark, Russia, and China. His life experience and assets are both a mystery, and many of them are gloomy. Sexy, "So before he went to China, he suddenly died in the city of Otralar. On his tomb was inscribed the inscription "Do not disturb his sleep". Last century, in 1941, the Soviet archaeological team did not believe in evil and opened it - there was a storm and thunder and lightning, and hundreds of German divisions crossed the border the next day, not to mention me now. Dare to open this crystal coffin and take out the golden goat mask, otherwise, Death’s manservant will come to me with wine!”

In the luxuriously furnished living room, Daedalus smiled flatteringly and said that it really couldn't be opened. Then he mysteriously asked Gawain if he knew how to operate the negative copy of the Sibyl Prophecy in his hand. .

"Let me tell you, I only know that the yang copy of the Sibyl witch's prophecy book was burned by the ancient Roman emperor, but there is also a yin copy, which was sent by the witch to the distant land of Scythia before the yang copy came out. It was later kept in the palace of the Khazar Khanate and has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain." Gawain's eyes were burning as he cut another cigar and threw it to Daedalus, just like "throwing a bone to a dog. "Like."

Daedalus was flattered when he took the cigar. He opened the enamel box with the key, and then took out a somewhat whitened nameplate with the zodiac signs densely engraved on it, "May I ask your birthday?"

"September 23rd." Gawain answered casually.

So Daedalus leaned on it, muttered something with his fingers, kept making gestures, and finally muttered "right", pressed it on a small grid, clicked two points, and took out the sheepskin from the box. Paper, squinting his eyes, he kept comparing the horizontal and vertical sequences under Gawain's strange gaze, and finally wrote a line of words on the note with a pen and handed it to Gawain.

"I can't understand this word."

"This is a text used in the prophecy of the Temple of Delphi in ancient times. The translation is - open things that cannot be opened." Daedalus said.

Then, both of them fell silent, and their eyes fell on the strange crystal coffin next to them. Suddenly, a violent storm broke out outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dark clouds covered the sky, and the chandelier hanging above their heads crackled, flickering on and off.

"Are you wishing me a happy April Fool's Day in advance?" Gawain laughed playfully, combing his beautiful brown curly hair with his fingers. A hint of cold dissatisfaction suddenly flashed in his light blue eyes, and he held the cigar on his lips. "This is not good, very bad. My friend, Stephen Gawain Zhou, hates being deceived."

"No, no, no!" The old cultural relics dealer waved his hands hurriedly and said, "This is how the prediction book calculates. At least within the technical scope, what I did is completely accurate and impeccable."

A bolt of lightning struck down, and Gawain's hair was instantly turned pale. "On one side is the small crystal coffin that must not be opened, and on the other side is the witch's prophecy that tempted me to open it. It's really an interesting paradoxical choice, really interesting." He said "Interesting" several times in a row, slowly placed the hand with the ring on the cold crystal surface, stroked the indented words, and murmured to himself.

Another sudden bolt of lightning made the hair on Daedalus' back stand up. He heard a shrill scream, and the entire hall was flashing with white light and black shadows, like a monster dancing. In that case, he turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, It turned out to be a cat with green eyes. It was jumping down from the ancient clock cabinet. It barked at him a few more times and then left with its tail raised. Daedalus cursed twice in his heart and smiled. Turning around again, he said, "It turns out to be a cat. It turns out to be just a cat."

Then, in the lightning, he couldn't close his mouth in shock - there was someone sitting in front of him, no, it was Gawain, sitting on the chair opposite, but there was a golden sparkle on his face, An extremely weird goat mask with two horns standing side by side, looking more like a human than a ghost.

Gawain didn't know why he did this. His sense of autonomy and self-discipline was lost the moment he opened the coffin. He couldn't help but take out the mask, and put it on again amidst the devil's laughter. on his face, and soon everything was dark.

In the darkness, no, as if in black water, Gululu floated the face of a huge pale woman, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Who are you!" Gawain summoned his courage and shouted in his mind.

"I am Ajeh, the princess of the Khazar Khanate. I am caught in the gap between the past and the future. In two moments, I saw the spell letters written on my eyelids reflected in the mirror and died. I died forever, or I should say that I will live forever in this devil's mask, which is called 'Khazar Face'." The woman's face was eyeless, and she answered in a suffocating tone.

"Let me out, let me out!" Gawain obviously felt that he was in trouble today.

"Let me out, let me out!" Ajeh's face was also twisted, and she screamed like a claw grabbing a tree trunk, "I give you a face, you give me a face, I want to be reborn again, and live a better life; you want to be reborn again, and live a better life-drink this bitter and red wine, immortal traveler!

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The ancient sword, the antique that was originally hung on the wall, now pierced the poor Daedalus' chest, and the hilt was held in the hand of Gawain wearing a golden goat mask.

Blood flowed out, flowing on the floor, soaking the carpet, "The servant of death stood in front of me with bitter wine. "Gawain chanted this sentence in ancient language, then he took off the mask on his face, looked at this tragic death, and a woman's smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My lord, on our ship, the sailors are busy like ants..."

The other Gawain, or the original Gawain, was lying on the ancient snow at this time. When he rolled over and opened his eyes, snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes coldly, and there were bare trees on all sides, arched like sharp swords, piercing the lead-gray clouds.