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Before the ancient monster could completely approach the Stag Gate with its strange-shaped wings that vibrated like scissors.

Guarding in front of this gate, the huge deer head, which is more magnificent than Buckingham Palace, has awakened from its slumber. His head is covered with stubborn injuries that cannot be healed by time and time.

So far, the rolled red-gold flesh and blood will still flow out of blood as hot as lava from time to time, dripping onto the ground and corroding large craters. These craters have accumulated over the years, making the stag's head shining with divine glory look like sunk deep below the surface.

Gribi, who also had only one head left, slowly opened his eyes, and his round, bulging, dazzling golden eyes quickly captured the monster flying towards him.

He shook his head slightly so that his head could face the unknown person who suddenly fell from the sky - even though he only had one head left now, there was no support from the neck muscles.

Then the broken deer head heard the Eastern language that was supposed to be fully formed only thirty years later.

"Grebby, I'm here to negotiate!"

The ancient monster slammed on the ground and plowed two deep ravines into the charred earth.

Gribby, who saw the figure clearly, replied with the same words: "John H. Watson - why did you bring him here?"

The ancient monster smiled and twisted the head in his hand, so that little Watson could look directly at Gribby's head... Hehe, it is polite to look into other people's eyes when talking!

"Hey, Grebby, you've already seen this kid, right?"

"I have already seen in his memory the poor forgery that you left in the waking world... You are actually willing to leave a trace of magical power in such a crude craft. Could it be that those mortals are still there? While imitating it, you also offered a sacrifice that even you couldn’t refuse?”

Gribby's protruding upper jaw was slightly raised, as if he was about to answer.

The ancient monster interrupted directly: "Wait a minute, don't say it out loud yet, let me try to guess."

"If you want to borrow my power, then the sacrifice that I really can't refuse must be something interesting, fun, and extremely commemorative, such as a broken sword stained with lion's blood, the circumcision of the Pine Knight, etc. Skin……"

"If anyone dares to cut down the first perch and sacrifice it to me, I will definitely give him all my newly trimmed toenails!"

"If that crazy guy is brave enough to pluck a feather from those incarnations, that would be great! I am one million percent willing to trade my precious wings!!! "

The ancient monster said so confidently, seemingly not afraid that if these bold remarks were spread, it would attract violent revenge from those named under his command.

After hearing these words, Grebe just smiled contemptuously. This was not the first time he heard this guy make nonsense, although it turned out that the other party did have some collections that were extremely shocking even under multiple historical perspectives. thing.

"Don't talk nonsense. It was just for fun. It didn't take many years for me to take back my power - especially after I noticed that your little toy used abandonment and forgetfulness."

"Speaking of it, you came just in time. The power of forgetfulness you left behind is about to disappear, and my unbearable memories will revive again... It's time for you to strengthen me."

"Hehe, it's no problem at all. We are good brothers... no, we are good sisters. I haven't had time to thank you for giving me the antlers before!"

As the ancient monster spoke, he popped out his claws with complex functions like a Swiss Army Knife. The key-shaped yellow bone fragment was shaped from Gribe's antlers and mixed with its own mottled bone - - This powerful key is enough to open any boundary in Mansu and tear out a temporary door leading to every corner of history.

"This is a good toy that I can't live without!"

Gribby's golden eyes reflected his former horns, the monster's current master key, and his scarred deer face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

If this matter is exposed and other beings know that the reason why this monster is able to do all kinds of mischief is because he cannot withstand the temptation of forgetting the pain and exchanges the key to the power of enlightenment... I am afraid that I will not be able to escape the responsibility.

‘At that time, I may bear a more serious punishment... But, what the heck! ’

‘My Lord and I have already paid the price for what happened in the past, losing our freedom and becoming the eternal guards guarding the Mansu Gate. ’

'Is there any more serious punishment? ! Are we going to wipe out our most ancient and original lineage? ’

There was some resentment and dissatisfaction hidden in Gribby's eyes, but there was no regret or annoyance anymore - those painful memories had been temporarily covered up by the monster's power of forgetfulness.

Although the secrets involved in the memory are too ancient and deep, just like scars engraved on the bone marrow of history, the painful memory itself has a power that is not weaker than the subordinate authority of the person who named it, and cannot be completely erased.

'But at least this power of forgetting can allow me to temporarily forget the huge and painful scars and gain temporary tranquility... just like ordinary people always use alcohol to numb the pain. Although it cannot effectively solve the problem, it can Ease the pain associated with problems. ’

Gribe said expressionlessly: "Let's do it."

"Hey, don't worry, I came here because I have something I want to help you with."

The ancient monster said, raising the head in his hand, "This boy, John H. Watson, is my new pawn."

"I was just about to ask Gribby to help me by opening a small back door so that he could pass through the Stag Gate directly."

After hearing this, Grillby couldn't help but look embarrassed. He refused sternly: "Absolutely impossible! Guarding the Hart Gate is my responsibility and obligation to atone for my sins!!!"

"Using puzzles to screen out the mortals who truly possess the qualifications of a Master is a criterion that I must follow."

"How can I relax my strict guard on the Stag Gate just because of my personal relationship with you!"

"Don't ever think of secretly reminding this mortal the answer to the riddle!!!"

"Don't ever think that when you forget the painful memories for me later, you will also throw away the memory of this conversation too!!!"

The ancient monster immediately stood at attention with its legs together solemnly, and roared as if making a solemn oath:

"Yes! I promise that I will never interfere with the fairness and impartiality of the Stag Gate, and I will never tell John H. Watson the answer to the puzzle in private!"

After it finished speaking, it used the sharp claws hiding the antlers key to pierce the temples on both sides of the head in its hand, and the stiff, petrified head suddenly became soft and elastic.

Watson felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more ethereal, and it seemed that he could transmit his inner words through the holes in his temples on both sides.

Then he heard that Grebe had begun to recite His riddle.

“What is extinct but never dies?”

“What is worshiped by a departed god yet hated by a new one?”

“What was once above human beings, yet still dwelt within them?”

"What will eventually return to the world, just as the greatness that has been lost will eventually be revived?"