The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "...The **** of records and secrets?"

　　 Annan was startled when he heard the words, and asked, "Isn't the faceless poet the **** of funerals and records?"

　　 The "crow" summoned by Vasily before is the messenger of the faceless poet. The influence required to summon the skeletal crow is "the remnants of a silent funeral."

　　Speaking of which, the badge of Gerant’s house seems to be a crow...

　　 "This is a secret, Your Highness Annan."

　　 Nolan smiled.

　　"—Actually, there is no such thing as a funeral in the priesthood of a faceless poet. There is even no funeral **** in this world.

　　 "You must know that the ‘burial’ is a ‘farewell ceremony for the dead’. This is very close to the core area of ​​the burial mother, and even the Burial Church itself has a funeral ritual.

"It's not from the gods who are not buried in the bones, it is impossible to be allowed to hold this kind of truth... It is impossible to even get it from the book of truth. Because the funeral has not been fully enlightened in the original civilization, and the buried bones have just been mastered This custom was already born. And although the faceless poet is very old, he is not so old...

　　 "The faceless poet is regarded by foreign teachers as the **** of funerals because he will produce ‘silent funeral remnants’. But in fact, its focus is not on the ‘funeral’ itself, but on ‘observation’ and ‘silence’.

"This'silence' is the performance of the secret-guarding realm-the faceless poet is the founder of the extraordinary tradition of the secret-guarding man... He became a **** because of this, and all his followers must keep this secret for him. "

　　 That's how it is.

　　Annan understands.

　　 The existence of the truth of "secret keeping" is itself "secret" by believers...

　　 This is a very good and lasting means of consolidating the truth.

　　 is much better than the bones who let the believers betray others, and the rotten man who let the believers castrate themselves.

　　 But Annan quickly realized that it was wrong.

　　 "...Then why can you tell me about it?"

　　 He is not a believer of the faceless poet.

　　 just asked for a moment, and then answered...Is this really keeping secrets?

　　 Facing Annan’s question, Old Nolan replied calmly: “In this regard, it is because'secret keeping' itself is a contradictory truth.

　　 "If you want to'keep secrets', you must get the secret; and getting the secret itself is in conflict with the'secret keeping' trip of the previous generation of secret holders.

　　 "Therefore, keeping the secret lies in the behavior itself, not the result; the more people who know the secret and are willing to keep silent for it, the stronger the power of our lord will be."

　　 "...On the other hand, this is an order that the faceless poet personally conveyed to me. He asked me to do my best to protect you."

Nolan smiled, and replied mildly: "So your worries, in fact, a considerable part of it is superfluous... I did have the idea of ​​His Royal Highness Kafni before. But our Gerant family will try our best to protect you in the king. Security in both.

　　 "——Of course, if you are willing to let us'protect Your Highness Kafni like you,' then we will also abide by this order."

　　 The old man promised so.

……what?

　　 Why would a faceless poet do this?

　　Annan frowned in confusion.

　　 He doesn't remember how he was related to the faceless poet.

　　 In his memory, the only thing he had a relationship with the faceless poet was that he took the player to destroy his crow...

　　 Can this be considered a acquaintance?

　　 Isn’t this an evil fate?

　　Annan was lost in thought.

　　 "Gah! Gah!"

　　 At this moment, Annan heard a loud crow cry from outside the house.

　　 It even penetrated the walls of the basement and reached Annan’s ears.

　　 At the same time he heard the crows, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from the tips of his two fingers, quickly spreading under the skin of both arms.

　　 is like touching a buzzing machine with your hand. The soreness was accompanied by a very clear warm current, which quickly flowed through Annan's body.

　　 As if there is some invisible power flowing through Annan's body... I have carefully turned over the musculoskeletal blood vessels in his whole body and examined it in a circle.

　　 When this power flowed from Annan’s fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turned into an extremely comfortable and even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up into a ball after being drenched in the rain and drying your body by the stove.

　　 [You got a gift from the faceless poet, the attributes are until 20 o’clock, the strength, agility, and physical attributes obtained from exercise, the required exercise time is -30%]

　　 [You got a new tag "High-level influence: The Crow's Crow"]

　　 [If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "record" (difficulty: distortion) after seven days. 】

　　Annan suddenly saw that in the gap of the basement door, countless black liquids flowed in from outside to inside.

　　 That strange sense of oppression became clearer and clearer——

　　Annan was finally confirmed.

　　 This is exactly how I felt when I first saw Skeleton... the very clear abnormal feeling when I first came into contact with the real body of a false god.

　　 Strangely, when you are in contact with Zhengshen, you will not be so nervous.

　　 After these liquids flowed into the room, they gathered together again. It becomes viscous at a speed visible to the naked eye and piles up in a Chéng Rén shape.

"long time no see……"

　　 The black humanoid voice was thick and muddy, as if multiple different voices sounded at the same time, and it flickered like a bad TV image.

　　...Weird ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why is it a bit like Vattore's... Senpai?

　　 An Nan thought of this.

　　 Facing the strange black figure, Nolan took Eugene to stand up from the sofa, respectfully stroked his chest with his hand, and bowed quietly to it.

　　 And after about two seconds, the black mud successfully gathered in the Chéng Rén shape.

She looks very short-only about one meter, four or five meters. She has no clothes on her body. She has long hair like satin hanging down from a black waterfall behind her, which wraps around her body like a monster with life, like a robe that is wriggling. Generally, completely cover the body.

　　 The only decoration is a black crow mask hung on her face.

　　 "It's been a long time, Annan!"

　　 is inconsistent with the small and young body, the girl full of strange magical nature makes a bright, sharp but not so pleasing voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!

　　 "Why did you come to Noah, didn't you tell me?"

　　 "The faceless poet...?"

　　 Annan whispered "His" by name.

　　 Light is able to appear in the heavily defensive basement of Gerant's house with integrity, and there are not many existences that make Nolan not nervous.

　　 Seeing Nolan's respectful expression again now, his identity has long been revealed.

　　 But the problem is...

　　 Annan doesn’t know him at all?

　　 He has never even seen Him!

　　 And the faceless poet is so familiar with himself...

　　... Could it be that Annan from the past became attached to this false god?