Mystery: Shadow of Order

Backlund, Chorwood District, 15 Minsk Street.

Lying in bed and falling asleep, Klein frowned, opened his eyes reluctantly, rolled up a thin blanket covering him, and tapped his forehead with the palm of his hand to wake him up quickly. stand up. In his ears, phantom layers of disturbing prayers echoed, and the imprint of the four black dots on his right hand resurfaced.

A male prayer? "The Sun" or "The Hanged Man"? How could they suddenly find me?

Shaking his head violently, Klein got up from the bed. After confirming that the bedroom door was closed, he blocked the room with his spirituality, and turned four steps to come above the gray fog.

He turned his gaze to the crimson stars above the gray fog, and found that the crimson that symbolized the "Emperor" was shrinking and expanding. Klein didn't spread his spirituality immediately. He wrapped his arms and leaned back on the chair. back. If it is "The Sun" or "The Hanged Man", he will immediately connect to the screen, but "Emperor" is different, he hardly ever prays actively, and he hardly has access to the high sequence like "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man" strong.

There may be a high-sequence powerhouse beside the "Emperor" protecting him, and he himself knows a lot of mysticism, so there is almost nothing that can trouble the "Fool". If he can't solve the problem himself, the possibility that Klein can solve it is very low.

Klein shook his head. No matter what, he still had to listen. If he couldn't do it, he could only drag it on. He stretched out his hand and spread his spirituality to touch the crimson that represents the "Emperor".

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"I beseech your gaze;"

"I pray for your hearing;"

…

"...I hope to get the blood of deep-sea marlin as soon as possible, preferably before Sunday, please forward my request to Mr. Hanged Man, and I will increase the corresponding compensation..."

Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, breathed a sigh of relief. It had nothing to do with him. He propped his elbows on the table in a serious manner. After yawning, he skillfully threw the "Emperor" prayer screen to "The Hanged Man".

Because he still had to wait for The Hanged Man's reply, Klein didn't return to reality immediately. After the "Emperor" messed up, his sleepiness dissipated a little. Seeing that the crimson corresponding to "The Hanged Man" hadn't responded yet, he lay down on the table and complained:

"That is to say, I have few believers now, I can serve one-on-one, and even as a 'fool' I have to wait for believers to respond... I don't know if the seven orthodox gods treated believers in the same way when the church was founded. But as a The gods should have many means to deal with the prayers of believers, otherwise they will be bored sooner or later."

However, why did the "Emperor" suddenly want the blood of deep-sea marlin in such a hurry? He didn't show his thirst for deep-sea marlin blood before? Isn't he afraid that the "hanged man" lion will open his mouth? Before Sunday...is Sunday any special day?

Although an extraordinary creature like a deep-sea marlin lives in the sea, it has a big family, and even the "emperor" who can mobilize a high-order Beyonder can't get it? Or did he not want people to know that he had the blood of a deep sea marlin?

I remember that "The Hanged Man" seems to have given 10ml of marlin blood to 200 pounds, and the "Emperor" asked for 20ml. If this is the main ingredient of the potion formula, then this potion should correspond to Sequence 8, but " "Emperor" can't be a Sequence 8! For his subordinates? Then there is no need for him to find it himself, just find someone casually... Unless the person who needs this potion is very important to him!

But I don't even know who the "emperor" is or what he does

The drowsiness gradually rising in his body made Klein completely limp, and his upper body lay directly on the table, as if it were a warm bed.

The deep red representing "The Hanged Man" finally responded and began to expand and contract regularly. Klein climbed up. Although no one saw him, he adjusted his clothes and reached out to the deep red. Red.

In the hazy picture, the "Hanged Man" who lowered his head leaned forward, clasping his hands in a prayer position against his forehead:

"…I'll get deep sea marlin blood as soon as possible, but not guaranteed until Sunday."

After getting the reply from "The Hanged Man", Klein didn't have the heart to think about the purpose of the "Emperor". He threw the reply screen to the crimson representing the "Emperor", and returned to reality to resume his sleep.

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As one of the two most famous universities in the Loen Kingdom, Tingen University covers a very large area, so most of the colleges and dormitories are generally buildings with about one or two floors. But this does not mean how short these buildings are. For example, the Art Museum of Tingen University in front of Rawls, although only two floors, is more than ten meters high.

More than a dozen gray-white huge stone pillars rose from the ground, various figures were embossed above the seven arches of different sizes, the roof was abruptly raised, and the roof was sharpened. Let the light enter the interior of the art gallery better.

The largest arch in the middle has been opened, and there has been a long queue of people who come to visit, and the order is maintained by the students of Tingen University. Tingen is the "city of universities", the number of students studying here has exceeded one-fifth of the city, and it has a high degree of acceptance of arts such as painting and sculpture.

What's more, the painting exhibition held today is Stephen Mossos, who is recognized as the world's top painter. He is good at landscape paintings that are not appreciated by the nobles. He is good at observing the subtle relationship between light, water vapor and air, and depicting them.

^0^ Come out. In his writings, even plants, sea and sky without emotion seem to have human emotion.

Three years ago, Stephen Mossos left his hometown of Backlund, came to Ahowa County, and temporarily lived in the port of Enmat, not far from Tingen. What I want to show today is the results of his three years, a series of landscape exhibitions about the Port of Enmatt, and his exploration of the new school of painting.

As an invitee, Rawls, who held the invitation, did not have to line up outside the door, but accompanied by Stephen Mossos to visit his exhibition with the invited guests.

Stephen, who was at the forefront, was still pale, but he was obviously a little more rosy. It seemed that even for him to hold his own art exhibition in one of the two most famous universities in the Loen Kingdom, it was something to be excited about. . As long as he conquers the students of this school, it means that people in the middle class and above agree with his artistic level.

Gu Yu/span, his apprentice as a writer, with a handsome face Daniel Elliot by his side, with the same azure blue eyes as him, still wearing the ruby ​​ring on his tail finger, bowing his head silently, It was obvious that he had not recovered from Stephen’s blow the other day.

Stephen lifted the gold-rimmed glasses up with the base of his palm, his blue eyes were a little excited, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he stopped in front of a painting.

This painting depicts a fisherman fishing at sea on a moonlit night. There are dense dark clouds in the sky, and there is not a single star in sight. There is only a red moon emitting a blood-colored brilliance. The fisherman held a horse lantern, and the horse lantern emitted a faint yellow light under the blood-colored brilliance.

Under the faint light of the horse lantern and the blood-colored brilliance, the fisherman's wrinkled face was reflected in two colors. Dull and blood red. Under the boat, blurred shadows appeared in the blue, almost black water, like a fisherman's catch and a monster in the depths of the sea.

Rawls has received relevant education, but it is not much different from the public's aesthetics. In the paintings of the previous Mossos exhibition, he nodded and praised with the crowd, so that he was not so abrupt.

But in front of this painting, he frowned and glanced at the guests who had complimented before. They were obviously the same as Rawls, and felt that this painting was a little weird, and it seemed to be a little different from the previous painting style.

A middle-aged man with a clear artistic atmosphere, gray hair and gray beard, wearing a gray cotton cap said:

"This painting and the previous ones have made great progress in the processing of light. The refraction of the moonlight in the dark clouds is very impressive, especially the crimson moonlight and the warm lantern light are both fused and separated..."

After he opened his mouth, several other guests expressed their appreciation one after another, but they were no different from the middle-aged man. Basically, they praised the light, dark clouds, and the fisherman's wrinkles, but praised the fisherman's strange face and the fisherman's wrinkle in the painting. The shadow in the sea didn't mention the slightest bit, not like I had to admire every detail before.

Hearing admiration in his ears, Rawls's eyes did not stop at the painting, but looked at the painting's author, Stephen Mossos, whose thin and pale face was still a little bloody, and his golden threads The side glasses shone under the refraction of the sunlight above his head, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly, and the slightly raised arc of the corners of his mouth seemed to be gradually smoothing out.

In front of the previous paintings, although those people were also trying to praise Stephen's painting skills, he remained calm and only returned a polite smile. But before coming to this painting, Stephen's mouth had a slight curvature. Obviously, this painting was his proud work.

A few seconds after Rawls's gaze fell on the painter Stephen, Stephen turned his head to look at him, and the blue eyes under his glasses looked at him with interest, as if with a little anticipation, hoping that Rawls would comment.

Rawls, who was standing at the back of the crowd, stretched out his frowning eyebrows. After a painter finished his praise, he took a few steps forward. His voice was not loud but could be heard by those present:

"I think in addition to the light in this painting, the shadows under the sea are also very ingenious. For the fisherman, apart from the wind and waves at sea, the fisherman is most concerned about the number of fish caught on the seabed and the monsters lurking on the seabed.

In addition to the description of the fisherman's physical reaction when facing the wind and waves, the painting also depicts his psychological reaction. He is afraid that the wind and waves will overturn his boat, that the fish catches too little, and that there will be underwater monsters in the middle of the night. Attack... Therefore, the sea is not only the real sea, but also the fisherman's heart. "

Stephen's thin and pale face had an abnormal blush, and the blue eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses also brought a little crazy excitement. He pushed the slightly slumped eyes again with the palm of his hand, as if to re-acquaint Luo. Like Les:

"Mr. Adrian, also has research on psychology! Ah, I forgot, you are a barrister, and you naturally have to consider the psychological changes of the other party when defending..."

His tone was excited, even a little crazy. His performance naturally let those guests know Stephen's wonderful brushwork in this painting. They also knew Stephen, knew that he had studied psychology, and even studied at Backlund Medical College, so they praised the painting from the perspective of psychology. .

Their compliments obviously took Stephen away from the frenzied excitement, he glanced at Rawls in the crowd, and continued to maintain that calm expression, as if those people were not praising him.

Rawls did not speak, and continued to blend into the crowd. He doesn't know much about painting, but he has a certain understanding of psychology. In Roselle's diary he got from Mr. A's gathering, there are records of Roselle and Hermes' exchange of experiences.

^0^ The Great Emperor was hoping to get a solution to his second son Bonova Gustav from Hermes.

But Bonova is not a psychological problem, but has the influence of the **** of steam and machinery, and the divinity suppresses the human form. Unless the emperor and the **** of steam reach an agreement, even a human sage, an angel of Sequence 2, "Insight "Hermes couldn't solve it either.

Feeling that there were eyes watching him, Rawls turned his attention to Daniel Elliott, who was following Stephen. His handsome face was expressionless, and his blue eyes with no expression looked at Rawls with a little sympathy, and then again Head down.

This guy has been hit a lot. Is this a training from the "audience"?

Glancing at Daniel, who lowered his head and followed Stephen like a pet dog, Rawls rubbed his chin. He suspected that Stephen was a Beyonder of the Spectator pathway, but he didn't know if it was from the Psychology Alchemy Society. He infers that Stephen is either a "mind reader" of Sequence 8 or a "psychologist" of Sequence 7, the latter being more likely.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Stephen is a higher sequence. After all, the "audience" is the son of the version, and belongs to the kind of profession that cannot be played without cutting. Otherwise, how could the squid girl be willing to become a "writer"?

Rawls and others who were invited to come here soon finished browsing. Even if Stephen is a top painter, this exhibition is another three-year series exhibition of his works, but there are still only more than 20 paintings. Painting.

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Looking at Daniel Elliott, who was even more timid than a few days ago, even though Stephen was no longer by his side, he still seemed a little scared, even a little dazed and at a loss, he lowered his head and muttered:

"Mr. Mossos will also receive guests who will attend the exhibition later, so he can't accompany you... In two days, he will hold a small banquet at his home, and I hope you can come to attend..."

"I went back."

Looking at Daniel who quickly ran back to Mossos, Rawls shook his head. He had nothing to deal with recently. Uncle Edmund Robert has sent five solicitors to discuss the details of the cooperation agreement with Lincoln College. He only needs to make a decision.

It's just that today is Sunday, the full moon is coming, and I don't know if Alger can get the blood of the deep-sea marlin.

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Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^