Mystic Dominator

It's actually more than just candles.

After looking around the room for a week, Yang Siming found the door that he had opened, the room he had rummaged through, and even the clothes he had changed.

Everything has changed back to an untouched state.

It was as if all the previous experiences were his own hallucinations!

"..."

"You don't have to change all your clothes for me."

The shock at the beginning quickly subsided.

Touching the pajamas on his body, Yang Siming figured it out.

The trials he experienced before should be some kind of illusion based on the extension of reality.

This point can be seen from his own state.

Assuming that someone does something when he loses his ability to perceive the outside world, there is no need to change all his clothes back. The real explanation was that he had fallen into the Iskul clay slate, that is, the qualification test for holding the "God's Hammer of Rain and Mist".

when certain conditions are met.

It is very likely that after seeing through the fact of the origin of the gods.

The end of the trial—

Recover consciousness in reality, and at the same time get this 'artifact' from the Sumerian period.

And everything around will naturally dissipate with the end of the illusion.

This is the real world.

The most conspicuous evidence supporting this idea.

It is the window not far in front.

Unlike the raindrops in the illusion that were blocked by invisible forces, the window in front of him at this moment was blurred with water stains. During the short time when Yang Siming looked up, there were often messy raindrops beating on the glass .

You see, isn't this much more normal?

"call--"

"The Diary of Sir Ronald Adler."

With a long sigh of relief, Yang Siming relaxed and rested his back on the back of the chair, and then read the cover of the notes on the desk.

The notebook in the illusion is transformed into "The Hammer of Rain and Mist", but the notes in reality will not disappear out of thin air.

Yang Siming didn't even need to move, he understood the text on the cover of the note at a glance.

Even directly below the name of the note, there is a string of [Any untouchable who dares to peep, his soul will be burned in endless flames], which is obviously a warning word used to intimidate others not to peek at this diary...

"It's kind of historical."

Yang Siming couldn't help complaining, this kind of warning is really full of slots, it's almost as speechless as the dead pharaoh cursing the tomb robber.

However, considering the general level of education in the old days, and the current fantasy experience...

Maybe, this déjà vu warning can come in handy?

Of course, the most important thing is this-

Yang Siming no longer needs to rack his brains to decipher its content.

Just like he had just learned cuneiform script without a teacher, he also instinctively read the script of another world that he had never seen before in his notes.

"If there is no problem in communication, then the difficulty of surviving will be greatly reduced."

"Not to mention it happens to be a diary."

Do not hesitate any longer.

Riding on the flickering candlelight, he began to read seriously——

As the reading content continued to deepen, the corners of Yang Siming's mouth that had been tensed gradually relaxed.

The words recorded in the diary are mostly daily trifles or self-summaries, and occasionally a few excerpts of current affairs news or famous quotes can be seen.

The handwriting full of life is almost all related to the world and his new identity.

For him now, this is definitely the best help to disguise his identity and integrate into this world.

As time passed, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier.

Yang Siming, by candlelight in the middle of the night,

Read it carefully bit by bit, and memorize this note called "Ronald Adler's Diary".

Just like the name of the note, its owner is a country aristocrat named Ronald Adler, who is currently loyal to Queen Danterian II of Greed in name...

But according to the knowledge of the owner of the diary, it was a long time ago, even before the establishment of this country.

The Adler family has lived in a town on the edge of the Nyushira Forest for generations, and this is a residence that has been passed down from generation to generation. One of the family's ancestral mottos is to firmly guard this property so that the family's name will not be ruined. …

"Queen Greed? Danterian II? Nyushira Great Forest..."

The appearance of several nouns basically helped Yang Siming rule out the possibility of encountering the ancient times of the earth.

Guaranteed by the memory of a knowledge worker, this is not a country and place name that can be linked on the earth.

As for the more important human relationship—

Ronald's parents died young, and he has no distant relatives. And because of the downfall of the family, even if they live in this kind of "mansion" with a large area, there are only two old and new maids named Marianne and Veronica to take care of their lives...

"Veronica?"

Yang Siming was a little concerned about this name.

Although the illusion test I experienced just now evolved according to the environment I was in, but considering that the illusion and reality are completely consistent, then the maid lady Veronica...

Is it really that beautiful?

"Forget it, don't think about it for now."

Suppressing his physical instinct, Yang Siming chose not to think about this guy's situation.

A girl who is so beautiful works as a maid in a down-and-out noble family. Although the behavior itself is extremely suspicious, it is not the most important thing to understand right now.

It’s better to keep reading, it’s more important to memorize these precious contents.

Read on to continue——

But there are very few things worth noticing after that.

There are only two things that can attract Yang Siming, or the current 'Ronald Adler'.

One is to learn from passing traveling merchants that the country named Grid is undergoing tremendous changes. In almost all large cities and border towns, large ships and trains driven by steam have been frequently used in various places. All sides.

Even in the capital where the Queen lives - Springs.

Recently, novelties called street lights have begun to be built on the side of the road to provide lighting for the queen in the dark, so that the great monarch can appreciate his own great city.

"Steam engines are used on a large scale, and even some electrical equipment has been developed and used..."

Seeing this, Yang Siming glanced at the desk thoughtfully.

Right in front of your eyes, the hard-burning candle tells the reality of this country.

——The nobles in the countryside are still using old handmade candles, while the "people" in the capital are using electric lights!

No matter on the earth or in another world, this basic contradiction caused by the surge in productivity really cannot escape.

Look at the date written in this diary.

Although the time span is only a few months, considering the speed at which the traveling merchants who drove primitive horse-drawn carriages to carry out commercial activities passed on the news, this news is probably quite outdated.

After entering the industrial age, the development speed of civilization is definitely one of the most difficult things to measure. There are examples in reality of lazy countries that do not think about making progress at all, and miraculous countries with unreasonable development speeds.

Suppose you go to the capital of this country now, God knows what kind of city you will see...

"I thought it was a medieval fantasy story, but what is it now?"

"Is it a legendary adventure in the era of the industrial revolution?"

Shaking his head quite speechlessly, Yang Siming turned his attention to the latest content of the notes.

Here, too, is the place that was stained with ink.

——that is, the end of the contents of this notebook.

In recent days, Ronald has sensed something inexplicable in the mansion, and he often peeps at him in the dark. There is an instinctive desire to escape in his heart, but he is not willing to live his life now...

Clap!

Clapping his hands with blank eyes, Yang Siming put down the note after reading, and collapsed on the chair with a backward lean.

"Hey..."

"Sure enough, it was premeditated!"