To Four Thousand Years Later

Charles waited for a long time, but still did not feel his soul being dragged under the curtain.

Could it be? "

He vaguely realized something.

So Charles took the initiative to let the soul out of the body and go to the mountain. After possessing the personal characteristic of "touching the curtain", Charles has already been able to enter the mountain with his own will. It's just that for him, this actually doesn't make much sense. After all, Charles remembered that when he was dragged to find Morris, the kind of soul traction was not powerful. Compared with the execution that was triggered when his master killed other psykers, the power was not even one percent stronger. It is better to say that it is a kind of novice guide.

Not the same experience as psionic projection. This time Charles relied on his own will. Lift yourself up to the sky.

After reaching a certain height, Charles suddenly realized that his connection with the body had become less close—if he could return to the body in an instant with just a thought, then at this moment, he was climbing from all over the world. Seventy chains of different sizes and thicknesses flew from the ground and were nailed to Charles. The feeling of connection that is so subtle that it is almost imperceptible is as smooth as connecting to Ganbeizhao wifi suddenly from a room that is almost disconnected from the Internet. It seems like just a moment, and it seems like a long time. Charles entered the mountain in a trance.

Far below his feet was a thick gray mist. Looking upwards is the curtain of calm that engulfs everything. After Charles entered the end, he immediately noticed two connections—one of which was his own body, and the other was an independent life not far from Zi 2. All the chains hanging on his body began to vibrate silently. Charles' astral body blurred for a moment, like a bad TV image.

The next moment a curtain opened.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is opened. The invisible curtain, which seemed to be overlapping with countless dense and fine networks, expanded a lot in an instant. It's like a screen window that can stop mosquitoes suddenly turned into a tunnel that allows trains to pass through, and as the opening of the hole expands, the curtain becomes much higher. In other words, it was a little further away from the gray fog.

At that moment, it was the noise of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of languages. The end of each sentence is the beginning of another sentence, but it sounded in Charles' ears at the same time: "But You can too." The endless loop of words kept amplifying in Charles's heart. But before Zhibusi could make any response—the same invisible force that pulled him under the curtain to inherit the spiritual power instantly pulled his soul down from the gray mist.

In the violent falling, the broken picture flashed before Charles' eyes, together with the corresponding knowledge and poured into his mind, the memory of the contact with the unknown existence quickly faded in Charles' mind. Although I haven't forgotten it, I don't remember it anymore. At this time, Charles gradually regained his sobriety.

A pale and thin little boy raised his head stubbornly.

"For ordinary children, you are indeed very good," the man opposite him shook his head indifferently, "but as my son, you are not working hard enough."

The man was wearing a bishop's robe, looking at the young child with a blank expression on his face.

Turning around, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy appeared in front of Charles. His posture is proud, as if the shining face is full of confidence. And the man was still in front of him. It's just that the bishop's robe on him has become the clothes of the archbishop. His father said calmly: "In addition to this, there is personal judgment-this is more important than authority and experimentation, and it is something beyond the shackles. Your conclusions are meaningless, stupid and arrogant. change.

Master Leo, what's the matter? "

There is a little stubble around the young man's mouth,

"I know, this matter is a bit difficult for you to accept. But you also have the right to know the truth, Luo Lio slightly lowered his head, and said softly: "I know that your father was poisoned by Gothic assassins.

Roger was silent for a long time, looking at Leo with cautious eyes. Then nodded slowly, and responded with a calm voice? "Thank you for coming to inform me of this in person, my lord."

Then the speed of the picture flow began to become slower and slower, and the memory became clearer and clearer. Finally, it was frozen in a basement, and Charles' figure became clear again. But when he read the contents of the book clearly. But he couldn't help being dumbfounded. That's the book of Proverbs written by Solomon.

Roger is now looking at the proverbs carefully, copying some of them onto paper.

You know, paper in this era is still not cheap. Although the sheet is very thick, three stacks of paper about ten centimeters in size have already been piled up around Roger. It is densely filled with words. Therefore, it can be considered that the most fundamental source of knowledge is a kind of cognition obtained by people through judgment and experiment when facing similar things. I call it 'experience'.

"It must be noted that authority must be judged through reason, and judgment must be proved to be true through experiments. Therefore, when human beings know knowledge, they must write here from sensory knowledge to rationality. Roger's paper just ran out. The young man scratched his head in distress and sighed.

"Who else can I borrow money from this time?"

Muttering, leaning back: "Everything that can be borrowed has already been borrowed."

Roger paused, yes

He whispered, holding his head in his hands, muttering something in a low voice, his expression constantly changing. He carefully flipped through his own paper, hesitating for a long time.

Finally, Roger gritted his teeth suddenly. He stood up from the table and walked to his own bed. He pulled a box from under the bed. Under the box is another wooden box. The wooden box was filled with scraps of linen, and inside was another box.

Seeing that he took out the box so preciously, even Charles couldn't help wondering what was in it. But when Charles saw clearly what was written in the book, his expression froze slightly. It was a mutilated book, with no beginning and no end, except for a small part in the middle. But the name in it made Charles unexpectedly familiar.

"May King Solomon forgive me.

Roger whispered: "Because I summoned demons not for the truth, but for money. No! I am also for the truth." As he spoke, he took out a piece of pure white paraffin from the box. And sterling silver A ceremonial knife and a few candles, frankincense, some dried rose petals, and a crude astrolabe.

"Summon the twenty-eighth demon **** this time, although I haven't succeeded before. But as long as it can be summoned, please Lord Belle use alchemy to touch a few stones to pay off my debt. Roger muttered in a low voice. Ruoruo: "Wait a minute, I didn't seem to pay the super summoning fee when I summoned Lord Huale last time. Solomon blesses you. I hope that the demon gods don't know each other.