The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Latest website: With the sound of a hole opening, the gate of the "Eye of Exploring" outlined by a golden thread was divided into two from the central axis, and the gate was opened.

Sean Dickinson came out of the Hall of A Thousand Faces.

Due to the dim light in the hall behind him, Moonlight and Ivan could only see a faint silhouette approaching slowly.

Step by step, Sean walked up to them.

Finally seeing the captain's mask, Moonlight 1902's eyes widened: "Why is this? - I don't understand!"

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Time went back to about fifteen minutes ago.

Sean accepted the mysterious person's invitation and sat on the sofa opposite him. In the process, the mysterious person who he speculated to be the "God of Masks" has changed the mask on his face hundreds of times. Sean was surprised to find that there were many masks he had never seen before, but knew at a glance that they were very powerful masks.

The other party looked at Sean's mask for a while and said, "Sea of ​​Shimmering Light, what do you think of this mask I made for you?"

His voice did not come from under the ever-changing mask, but echoed faintly throughout the hall.

In this way, Sean was able to determine the identity of the person in front of him, and he couldn't help but sit up straight: "It's like a window to watch the sea, I can often hear the sound of tides - I'm interested in this mask for ten minutes."

The other party nodded with satisfaction, and the mask stayed on the "Legendary Teller by the Campfire" for a while, which was a smiling man illuminated by the campfire. He used a mask to show his expression.

"I'm glad to hear you say that." While listening to the Lord of the Hall of Thousand Faces, Sean looked into the surrounding darkness. He noticed the masks hanging on the wall in the distance, some blinking.

"Your mask is one of my most satisfying pieces."

The mask is the symbol of the explorer. Hearing such words is like hearing the **** of fate say, you are one of the people I love most. At this moment, Sean was a little flattered, and he gave a face-to-face salute at the right time: "Thank you for your love."

"What kind of process do you think a mask goes from Jack to King?" A question mark with an old-fashioned shape appeared on the mask. Riddle game.

Sean thought for a while and said, "Is it a process of growth? A process of seed germination to grow into a tree?"

He nodded, and the mask stayed on the solemn "Tacheng Master": "Approximately. It is sometimes more like a story than the growth process.

"The beginning, development, and end of a story."

Sean felt a flash of inspiration in the darkness and seemed to understand something.

It turned out to be an ongoing story, and the upgrade of the mask has something to do with the passage of time?

"The two metaphors of growth and story are a little different." The mask began to flicker and change again. "One is about how to adapt to the environment, and the other is unexpected. It is only a part of it, and everything is wrapped in it..."

He propped up his cane and stood up gracefully. Sean also got up.

"The climax of the story that belongs to your mask, I have to let you see it with your own eyes."

His voice disappeared, darkness swept through, and in the end, only his mask was still emitting a little light, and in the blink of an eye, the mask seemed to become a circular window, beckoning Sean to fly straight into...

The sea breeze blew, and Sean found himself floating in a sea.

This sea is very familiar to him - at first everything was hidden in the thick fog, and the darkness made it look very mysterious. Later, the light of the stars illuminated the sea, giving it a shimmer.

"Am I in the Shimmering Sea Mask?" Sean was still thinking when he suddenly felt that his coat was being blown by the wind.

The wind was waking up, the storm was about to come, and the calm waves of the sea turned into rolling hills.

Looking at the pitch-dark sky, he suddenly realized that it was far from dawn, and it was the deepest night.

If the darkness is substantial, the stars in the sky are sharp and clear. Sean saw the black ocean undulating, in this lightless undulating "dark valley".

A light was lit in the endless darkness, and it released light quietly and stubbornly, illuminating a small sea area.

If you look closely, it is not a solitary lamp, but an ark that floats and sinks in the waves, shining brightly.

Lost in the sea forever, the ark is like a bright light.

The field of vision gradually narrowed, and finally, this miraculous scene was placed in a mask.

The black ocean shrouded all directions, with sharp and clear constellations on the head, and in the endless ocean, there was a little light that never dies.

Mr. Sean Dickinson's King mask - "The Ark of the Night".

When he returned to the hall, the mysterious man in white was gone, and the sofa and fireplace opposite him were gone. He stood alone in the center of the hall, holding his "Ark of Eternal Night" in his hands.

"Don't wear a crown to become a king..." Thousands of masks surrounding the entire hall sang in a solemn voice—

"It's to become a king first, and then to wear the crown."

It is not that you become a king by wearing a crown, but you become a king first and then wear the crown.

Sean seemed to understand something, and he gently put the Ark of Eternal Night on his face.

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Outside the hall, after listening to Sean's story, Moonlight couldn't calm down for a long time.

They didn't see the dawn on Sean's King-class mask, on the contrary, the sea entered deeper darkness and the storm became more violent...

what does that mean? The advent of a dark age?

However, fortunately, there is still a bright ark battling darkness and storms. That shimmer penetrated Sean's mask and projected it into the moonlight's eyes.

It felt like staring into Sean's eyes.

The pianist's eyes were fascinated, and his brows stretched out: "How should I say it?" He shook his head slightly, "It seems that it is a mask that suits you better than we thought."

Sean feels the same as Moonlight. He had to be amazed: the God of Mask's knowledge and even prophecy about the explorer was almost a miracle.

Maybe it's a miracle... Sean thought. There are more than 400,000 explorer masks in this world, which is a grand miracle.

Sean led two teammates out of the Explorer Center. On the way, he received the attention of countless colleagues, and the standard bow and face salute of the association staff without hesitation.

Become a King, become a minority among the explorers, become a place that people will pay attention to...

Sean thought he had to get used to the feeling.

Walking out of the Quest Center, Sean and his party were about to enter the "chaotic corridor" in Silent Street. There are special magical techniques in the corridor, which can confuse people's travel directions to prevent possible tracking. In this way, the explorers can separate the social identity from the mask identity...

Before entering the corridor, someone stopped Sean: "Mr. Ark~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sean stopped and turned around.

For the people behind, the Ark of Eternal Night, the Soloist under the Moon, and the Eye of Annihilation with lightning…

The momentum of the three masks stopped the caller behind him.

This is a standard King-led team, and such an elite team is extremely rare in the industry.

The one who stopped them was a Queen-level mask - "Imperial Scribe", a mask of the civil service system, which symbolized the knowledge of knowledge, the ability to collect information and the ability of memory. In real life, he may be a senior legal person or a scholar of literature and history.

This Queen-level person was neither humble nor arrogant in front of three masks. He gave a respectful face-to-face salute and handed a dark blue envelope with a golden wax seal in the image of a skull wearing a crown.

"I'm the messenger of the King's Club," the scribe lowered his head and spoke in a rhythmic tone. "This is an invitation from the club, Mr. Ark."