To Four Thousand Years Later

Francesco originally thought that the destruction of his family would cause him unbearable pain... especially if the destruction came from his own fault. I heard that the family was implicated because of Leonardo's misfortune to him, and most of the members were hanged or imprisoned...Francesco felt a kind of relief inexplicably, as if he had been thirsty for a long time After tasting the fine wine, it feels like I can finally sit down and take a breath after working hard for a long time. After his family members died because of him, he felt that he was in a kind of peace that was almost peaceful.

The reason was unknown—he didn't dare to think about it.

Francesco's common sense and rationality told him that such a cold-blooded act would be rejected by everyone.

All he could do was kneel before the Rosary Cross of All Saints, make a sad look, and whisper a prayer but no whisper could satisfy "them." No, it should be said that no secrets in the world can be hidden from them.

A peaceful and peaceful voice sounded behind him: "Don't be afraid. Tell me. His big and warm hands were on Francesco's shoulders, and Francesco suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

It wasn't a secret that was discovered - just getting close to one of them, his restless and active psychic energy immediately lost its activity, taming and tranquil like a stagnant pool.

It's like... my psionic energy has become part of a larger existence.

"Just some names, 'Lord Seventeen Faces.

With his back turned to the old man, Francesco replied respectfully, "It's mine... and the name of someone I value.

He said softly, "I'm praying for them.

The news of what happened in his family has already spread throughout the holy place.

Francesco is keenly aware of the pity, sarcasm and malice in the eyes of others. He made such an answer, it should be regarded as quite satisfactory. But for the side of the truth, these sages who abandoned their names and the past read one of the sides of the truth. Can easily penetrate all the secrets of the world.

"You're lying, paederus. Yet Seventeen Faces is just as motionless as a stone statue: "Those are just names. These words made Francesco tremble subconsciously for a moment. He turned his head and confronted "Seventeen Faces".

It was an old man who might have been very kind.

He has a slightly protruding belly, hands with thick knuckles, and a face that would be very kind when he smiles...but now he doesn't seem to have any emotions.

His dim yellow pupils seemed to reflect another universe. Under the gaze of those pupils, any secret will be buried in the flames.

"Tell me what's on your mind

Shiqimian asked calmly: "What are you thinking when you are reciting these names. "

Francesco shuddered again.

He felt his consciousness begin to melt and he saw in horror that his jaw began to flow, his face began to melt and drip. Shoulders become weak. Orange sweat oozes from his arms, and he exhales thick, pungent black while panting. Francesco subconsciously replied: "I am happy for their death."

As soon as the voice fell, Francesco's consciousness instantly woke up. The previous hallucinations disappeared without a trace.

But is that really an illusion?

Francesco didn't even care what the grown-up would think of him, a sudden nausea in his stomach - the feeling of his arms melting into mud still stayed at his fingertips, and he could still reach his throat the smell of coal.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help coughing.

"very good.

"Seventeen Faces" replied.

His tone was as quiet as ever. As if this topic is more boring than "what's the weather like today".

Francesco couldn't help but pleaded for help: "I feel...is becoming ruthless.

"Seventeen Faces" repeated. Francesco hesitated for a while, feeling a sudden nausea. Vocal again Do I need revenge? I mean... I've lost my desire for revenge since 2.

"You're closer to the truth, paederus. You might be one of us, if you're ready.

"Any one, or all."

Seventeen faces" Yiri's speaker made him unable to understand.

In normal times, it is possible to have a dialogue with such a big man. It must have thrilled Francesco. He's able to wring important information out of mindless conversations, or to his advantage...that's his art of speaking. He felt like his mind had never been so clear... but only sober. He felt the tranquility around him seemed to disappear at any moment.

In order to hold on to the memory that has not dissipated, he couldn't help but ask again: "Excuse me, who is Lorenzo?"

"Where's his father?"

"Where is Leonardo? I mean... Lorenzo's loyal staff. The minister's student.

Faced with this question, "Seventeen Faces" was silent.

He stared at Francesco indifferently, his eyes were so peaceful that it was frightening.

Just when Francesco had almost given up on the question, he suddenly spoke.

A string of melodic, meaningless words came out of his mouth, as if singing, or calibrating something. Then he spoke again, and suddenly began reciting Virgil: "The course of the great century begins anew.

"The Virgin returns! The world returns to the rule of Saturnus.

"Seventeen Faces" sings like a poem. A dim yellow light shone in his eyes, and the vast dim yellow psionic light on his body suddenly surged like an ocean. Francesco felt his consciousness begin again and the "Seventeen Faces" chants were not over: "From on high a new age has descended

"In his life the age of black iron ceased;

"A newcomer to gold appeared in the whole world

Before the "Seventeen Faces" sang, Francesco fainted.

And when he lost consciousness, his body changed strangely: his muscles surged like waves under the singing, his arms grew and shortened for a while, and his hair looked like dry seaweed for a moment. It turned into a pile of snakes again and at the moment when the voice of "Seventeen Faces" disappeared, the strange shape on Francesco's body also disappeared at the same time. As if nothing happened before.

One you are not ready.

Gazing at Francesco who passed out, the Seventeen Faces whispered sighingly. He ignored: meeting Francesco. He just turned around and left the prayer room calmly.

"You were not born to live like beasts. You were born to pursue virtue and knowledge.