Old-time musicians

Western Continent, Janus, San Perto, the city night in February is still cold and frosty.

In the small villa at No. 20 Waldstein Street, Roy, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, stepped on the blanket to dry the water, and brought out a large piece of white steam.

After changing into a set of silk pajamas behind the screen of the bed, the maids pushed the heavy dryer and used dozens of towels to dry her hair.

After waiting for them to take away the last basket of laundry, Roy took out a small pair of black scissors from the drawer.

"Click--"

The fragmentary sound sounded when the wall clock pointed to 0 o'clock.

"I cut a strand of hair and put it under the pillow to sleep, to pay tribute to certain existence and certain principles"

Following some cleansing intuitive thoughts in her mind, she recited a specific prayer, put the black hair with a fresh fragrance under the pillow, then turned off the gas lamp and rolled herself into the blanket.

"This is a really strange preparation for promotion. Who would prepare without certain conditions?"

"But anyway, after the initial spiritual tuning is completed, it doesn't matter if you don't get promoted. It's nothing more than doing a bunch of useless rituals that seem a bit strange to others, and you have to start all over again in the future."

The fireplace was burning warmly in the bedroom. Roy felt that things were still a bit absurd in the dark. She laughed at herself, then closed her eyes, and took longer than usual to fall asleep in her ups and downs.

The next day, the cuckoo of the wall clock poked its head at 6:30.

After getting up and washing, Roy changed into an elegant dress, walked to the floor-length mirror, stared at herself for a few seconds, and adjusted her state.

Then, she put on an elegant smile, lifted the hem of her skirt, took a step, raised her arms, stepped on the spot, and turned in circles.

"I began to understand a dance that originated from the rain-soaked forests of the Old World."

The aristocratic etiquette she learned since childhood made her dance steps light and graceful, but her smile gradually turned from aristocratic glitz to restraint, and the details of her movements also changed, as if she had undergone a deformation or some kind of "reduction" treatment, gradually presenting a mysterious and simple artistic conception behind the gorgeous court style.

She felt that the hinges of a door high above had trembled slightly, only in her own feeling.

"I read poetry in front of the lamp, indulging in fantasy."

"I searched in the dusk and was captured by the candlelight. The moth longed to see the light, and so did I."

Since the night after the "cracking field" signpost was handed over, Roy performed a different tribute session every 7 hours for a little more than two days, with a total of 7 times planned.

This system of tribute mode is the key to passing through the first door of the "Yan" phase, the "Door of Fantasy"!

After many years of inheritance of the Bologna School, it has already developed a set of mature and customized "guidance models". At this time, the various links that Roy performed were the most optimized way to fit himself.

In the meantime, Roy tacitly accepted that Aunt Hermosa might come to see him at any time - in fact, not long after the second tribute, Hermosa did come to see her again, and the two had breakfast in the restaurant and spent more than half an hour together.

Then the other party returned to her bedroom on the floor, and there was no movement. Roy did not take the initiative to care about what the other party was doing. Maybe the other party was alone, reading, meditating, or maybe going out for a walk, sightseeing, or socializing.

She showed a state of locking herself in the room to practice the piano, and carefully and quietly performed the tribute on time, and spent 49 hours like this.

"I drank the unhappy wine mixed with old memories, and my thoughts were as thin as rain. There are some things that I may never understand or get, but they are precious and make people eagerly desire them."

At 1 o'clock in the morning of the third day, Roy drank a small cube of red wine in the glass, and sat quietly in front of the dressing table with swaying lights, her cheeks slightly red, and her thoughts fluctuating in her heart.

A feeling of being captured by uneasy yearning filled her heart, and she knew that her spirituality had been tuned to the specific state she needed at this time.

For a moment, she wanted to draw the symbol of the secret covenant on the mirror and write something to the messenger who had stopped contacting for several days.

But Father Lavoisier's instructions flashed in her mind, and Roy finally took a deep breath and stood up.

A minute later, she pushed open the door of the bedroom downstairs and turned on the gas lamp.

The light dispelled the darkness, and the room was empty.

But after feeling that there was a thin spiritual wall left here, she frowned, and her fingertips rippled with gray-white concrete inspiration, and drew two horizontal and vertical strokes in the air.

Roy's blue pupils suddenly contracted.

A highly ulcerated and swollen corpse appeared on the bed, and the black tissue fluid quickly soaked and spread on the sheets, and a strong stench came to her nose!

She instinctively took a step back, and then took three steps forward.

"There is almost no other possibility for someone to die in this place at this time except Aunt Hermosa, and in such cold weather, even if the natural death exceeds two days, the body will not show such a rotten state. Something else must have happened in the dream. I originally thought that Auntie had colluded with the secret organization at best, and might hand over the "decomposition field" to the members of the God's Advent Society. Unexpectedly, she actually went to that place in person to search for the so-called "remnants of the carnival"? "

Roy lowered his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't help but feel depressed and helpless.

Although the McAdam family has many branches and Aunt Hermosa is not a relative who has lived with me day and night since childhood, she also has many warm or harmonious memories in her heart. Now, the school that has always been my strongest backing has been proven to have such a serious problem!

"No, calm down, I have important people waiting and important things to do."

"The promotion opportunity that Father Lavoisier said is in San Perto is actually true! He asked me about the approximate time required to prepare this key. After getting the answer of 'seventy-seven forty-nine hours', he reminded me that I must prepare in advance according to the time node he predicted! Otherwise, the opportunity will be lost in some form!"

Now, Mr. Father's interpretation of the "loss of opportunity" in the Secret of Illumination specifically refers to-

After the Special Patrol Office learns that a triple-level expert has died, it will immediately use a "phantom" to occupy the spiritual observation position of the first door at the lower part of the corresponding path!

Of course, it is not ruled out that they may have worse luck, for example, when they observe the climbing path by some means during their daily patrols, they just happen to discover the changes earlier.

In short, their promotion time must be stuck after the death of the Aurora and before the control of the Special Patrol Office!

Roy searched Hermosa's bedroom and found some common mystical auxiliary items, such as essential oils, gems and parchment, and quickly and simply rearranged a short-term hiding secret ritual, and purified and dispelled most of the stench.

As long as there is no high-level knowledgeable person to observe carefully, as long as no one is bored and climbs onto the bed, the room will still look empty.

The very small amount of odor will fade with the opening of the window for ventilation, and there is no time for more detailed treatment for the time being.

She closed the door with a "bang", quickly climbed the stairs, and returned to her bedroom on the third floor where the candlelight was swaying.