Old-time musicians

"Is this right here?" Qiong's sweet voice had an echo.

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"That's right."

The light in the small chamber music hall is dim, and there are occasional footsteps of students passing by after class outside the door.

Fan Ning walked onto the stage. The layout here was similar to that of Hall 1. There were about a hundred auditoriums with a four-and-a-half-foot Boethius baby grand piano. Some music stands and seats were piled up to the stage. one side.

There were several gas lamps high up around that were always on, shimmering through the colored green glass. Apart from the other lights, Fan Ning didn't know where the console was.

"Do you know where the cleaning tool storage room is?" Joan asked.

"Why are you asking this?" Fan Ning sounded a little confused.

However, he still stretched out his hand, "It's usually in the backstage room leading to the corridor. I'll take you to see it."

A few minutes later, under Joan's command, Fan Ning carried a basin of water and placed it in the middle of the front row of the auditorium, with a rag on his shoulders.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qiong motioned to Fan Ning to hand the rag to her.

She bent down, reached out, picked up some water, and sprinkled it on the front edge of the stage. The height difference between the top and bottom of the stage was about more than half a meter.

Then he stepped onto the stage, squatted down and started wiping carefully with a rag.

"Are you here to do cleaning?"

"Although the concert hall is already a very clean place, it still needs to be cleaned as an altar later." Qiong, who was squatting on the stage, turned back and smiled at herself.

"Altar? Do you really know any secret rituals?" Fan Ning looked at Qiong with interest.

"Want to learn a secret ritual of retroactive revelation that is not difficult in occult science? I will demonstrate it to you." Qiong's laughter was gentle and proud.

Is he a bronze or a king? He won’t seek death, right?

If it were before, with his cautious temperament, he might have advised and stopped him, but now he is a knowledgeable person. If there is any danger of making a fuss, he should be able to detect and help.

"Let me wipe it for you." He suggested as a gentleman, took back the rag and squatted down.

"Lock the door first," Joan said.

"What if someone wants to come in?"

"I'm just afraid that someone will come in and interfere with the ceremony."

"Okay, then I'll lock it up for now."

Then, Joan began to take out various things from her small satchel.

She placed a slightly larger combined candlestick at her far end: "This symbolizes the object of my prayers."

Place a small single candlestick in front of yourself: "This symbolizes myself."

"The object of prayer? It won't be some strange witness, right?" Fan Ning was still a little worried in his heart.

He felt that his knowledge of occult science was too lacking, and he didn't know whether he should let Joan pray.

But she has lived to this age, so she should be fine, right?

"What is the name of the god you pray to?" Fan Ning asked in a curious tone.

“The name of the god of this Lord of Witness is ‘Winter Wind’.” Joan said.

"Do you know the word Lord of Witness?" Fan Ning was surprised.

"It's the name of the gods in some occult books, because they will witness the completion of our ceremony. It seems that you also know it?" Qiong lit the match, first lit the four candles in the combined candlestick opposite, and then lit the symbol of herself. 1 root.

"I heard Teacher Anton say it." Fan Ning looked at the movements in Qiong's hands, "By the way, why does the candlestick that symbolizes the Lord of Witness have four candles? But I have only one?"

"This is not fixed. The reason why I use 4 this time is because 4 in the occult spiritual number has the meaning of 'planning, surveying, measuring, classifying, recording', etc., which corresponds to the role of the Lord of Witnesses 'Winter Wind' in memory and Control over the passing of time.”

"But the candle that symbolizes oneself is usually 1. In the occult spiritual number, 1 means 'beginning and originality, singleness and isolation', and represents the aspect of one's own consciousness or will. One candle symbolizes the 'true self' ' or 'I am'."

You shouldn't be in bronze, at least in gold. Fan Ning was dumbfounded when he heard this.

"Okay, I have to concentrate on setting up the secret ceremony. I may not have time to speak. If you have anything you don't understand, ask me again. I'll have a delicious meal and half an hour of teaching." Qiong smiled.

Fan Ning stood slightly sideways in Qiong's gaze, blinking for a long time, trying to imprint the surrounding scene in his mind, and then imagined three beams of light with no beginning and no end converging on his chest, turning into a pearl-like spherical star.

A pale golden light flashed in his eyes. Under the inspiration of "Candle", the sphere slowly expanded to form an "field" of inspiration, covering the surrounding things. Then his vision was covered with a layer of dark gold. , different things show heterogeneous types of light and shadow.

In this state, he began to observe Joan's movements.

In the altar she placed a dish of coarse salt, a bowl of water, two pieces of parchment, one large and one small, a quill, and a copper penny wrapped in dark material.

Dip in ink with a quill pen and draw three irregular arcs that are generally smooth but curled at the ends on the large parchment paper. As the witness talisman of the Lord of Witness "Winter Wind", they are spread on the base of the altar and another piece of small parchment. He wrote his name on the paper.

"Mixed minerals of sapphire, tektite and coarse salt."

Joan then took out blue and green crystal particles from the vial, piled them at three points, and finally sprinkled them with coarse salt to form a closed triangle.

"Um?"

At the moment when the curves merged, Fanning's spiritual awareness did discover extremely faint heterogeneous colors in the altar: the coarse salt dish was a lavender "key" phase, the water bowl was a dark silver "wild" phase, and the coin wrapped in dark material showed a special light and shadow of gray and white stripes. He was not sure what phase it was.

The basin of water was placed outside the altar by Qiong, and then a mirror was taken out and sank to the bottom of the water.

"A mixture of dry powders of alder, bay leaves, and deer tongue grass."

Qiong took out a burning spoon made of copper spoon, iron wire and flame-retardant handle riveted together, moved the incense powder above the candle flame, and burned it into ash.

The surrounding area was filled with the smell of grass and wood and a mixture of Chinese medicine similar to Fanning's previous life.

"This is frankincense essential oil." Qiong threw the liquid in the dropper into the first candle on the far candlestick.

"Hiss——"

The mist was steaming, and the strange fragrance with the smell of resin drifted out, making people feel comfortable and lazy.

"We worship Qing'Winter Wind', the god of midnight loss, the god of sad and beautiful withering."

Joan's sweet voice popped out several special syllables, with a rhythm that was focused on the back, like a murmur and a decisive alternation, with more affricates and lateral sounds.

"What language is this?" Fanning didn't understand it at all, but he was very surprised: "This is not the ancient Hoffman language, nor is it like the Lange language of the Kingdom of Lydia, or the Janus language of the Kingdom of Holy Janus."

He also thought about the languages ​​of the Nileru or Tungus people in some border or remote mountainous areas that he had heard before, and they were not like them.

Is this the Turangalian language of the third history? Teacher Anton is obsessed with studying ancient music and has studied many ancient languages. Fanning occasionally heard about the general auditory characteristics of this language.

According to the academic definition of "dead language", the last human in the world who used Turangalian as his mother tongue died more than 300 years in the new calendar, which means that this language has been dead for 600 years.

Although historians and linguists have made rich research results on the interpretation of the text, a large number of pronunciations have been lost, except for a few scholars who study ancient books.

This little girl is not simple

"Lord of Frost, Lord of Prudence, Lord of Mist. He will never speak, and all the past remembered by the world will fade to pure white and tasteless, and only the silent revelation will be suspended in the heart."

"Hiss -" The second drop of essential oil evaporated.

"Those who gaze upon Him will capsize like a shipwreck, and those who remember Him will bury His decree until the coming of winter. Those who worship Him today should not serve Him tomorrow, and those who worship Him tomorrow will never worship Him.

Joan quickly recited the prayer written in Turangalian and dripped frankincense oil into all four candles.

The altar was steaming.

Then she took the silver key, rubbed it on the ashes in the burning spoon several times, and took it out.

Then she put the key into the lock, stretched it outward, and circled a medium-sized circle around the front half of the piano on the stage and the front row of the audience.

Fanning's "spiritual knowledge" vaguely felt that the trajectory of the key in Joan's hand seemed to be the focus of some existence.

"The secret history is complicated and unknown. I only pray to see where it is pointed. The flashing past of Nora Carr is based on bondage and concealment, and the exhaustion of inspiration does not feel heavy. "

Returning to the altar, after reciting the last Turangalian prayer, she lit the parchment with her name on it on the candle that symbolized her and threw it into the coarse salt dish.

When the paper was about to burn out, she stretched out a white finger and made a gap in the closed triangle of coarse salt, pointing it in the direction of the basin.

Joan closed her eyes and whispered softly: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord of Witnesses. "

The voice was so gentle that it seemed to soothe the person beside the pillow to sleep.

An inexplicable cold wind blew through the concert hall.

Under Fanning's "observation", the three originally weak and static phases of light and shadow in the altar were suddenly lifted up, with the dark silver "wild" phase as the main phase, and the purple "key" phase cut into stripes by another phase as an embellishment, interlacing with each other and flowing towards the basin of water.

This girl is really something. Fanning was really amazed.

From the scene he "saw", it can be inferred that the witness lord with the god name "Winter Wind" should be in charge of the phase of "wild", just like the righteous god "Raven" of the Lingyin Discipline Association.

He looked at Qiong. Except that his eyes seemed a little tired, there was nothing else unusual, which made him feel relieved.

It seemed that something was shaking on the ground, and the horizontal surface in the basin began to vibrate!

Qiong walked to the basin and looked at the mirror that sank to the bottom under the vibration of the water.