[How are you.]
Chapter 6 The Young Prophet ( in k)
The time goes back 2,700 years ago, which is a lost history before the birth of the scorching sun and when the Three Causes still existed.
Hitzfeld finished his conversation with Mimo and before leaving the Mingling Temple, he politely declined the request from the temple's top leaders to invite him as a guest, and returned home under the protection of a group of servants.
At first, she was not quite used to it. For example, she had no idea what she should do after returning home according to Julia's personality. But fortunately, the maids were very respectful. As soon as she got home, a maid immediately brought her towels and clothes. She knew that the first thing Julia should do after returning home was to take a bath.
The bathing area is semi-open-air, surrounded by huge mirrored glass. Brilliant sunlight is projected onto the water at all times, and those mirrors also reflect the figure standing in the water.
Hitzfeld's mind was not on bathing at all; she was examining the body.
Because this body and everything she felt at the moment were projections of the Great One's spirit in the dream world. This body was not a real thing at all, so why should she care so much about it?
On the contrary, Hitzfeld was very curious about how this body, that is, "Julia", became a god and why she made herself like that.
After checking it out, I found nothing special. It was just a standard, very young female body.
Maybe it was a combination of her inertia and memory, her figure seemed slender, but her pelvis was wide, and her calves and arms were not without muscles, and when they were tense, their outlines were clearly visible, giving her the mythological beauty of ancient sculptures.
But her skin was still so white and smooth... Hitzfeld couldn't help but sigh while examining her. If she hadn't experienced the baptism in the Place of Origin, her real body would not be as good as this one.
But it's no use.
No matter how good or perfect it is, it is still an illusion. I cannot immerse myself in this empty shell that imprisons my thoughts. I have to find a way to break this situation, uncover Lana's secrets and escape.
Everything in Misros society had been magically modified to conform to her common sense. This certainly made it inconvenient for her to explore the truth, but it was helpful in helping her adapt.
The most typical time is this time - when people soak in hot water, all the pores on their body will relax, and their mental thinking will be more free at this time. No matter what profession you are in, thinking about difficult problems at this time will be twice the result with half the effort.
Hitzfeld used this to try to analyze why Xia Yibing hadn't come in to see her until now, and finally came to an incredible conclusion: the other party might not have not come, but had come but she couldn't feel it.
How could this happen?
The place of origin... Mom only had "one" power to tear it apart. I shared this "one" with Xia, and our connection was sublimated again from that moment on. It can be said that even if we sit on the throne, we will not be two goddesses - we will be regarded as "one god".
Is there anything that can directly sever such a connection?
The spirit of the great... The spirit of the great cannot imagine a power that I personally cannot understand. So if we think from the perspective of cognitive tampering, the only thing that has this power in my habitual thinking and concept is "time".
We can roughly think of it this way: this thing had many dreams at the same time, and they were different periods and intervals of Lana's memory. Xia's spiritual consciousness might have been projected into another dream, and because we, the individuals in the dream, cannot peek into and understand the spirit of the great one, the so-called dream barrier seems to us like the real eternal time, and we don't think it can block us.
Very good, that's basically what happened. The Great One is actually just a remnant of the surviving disaster. He should not be able to devour us directly, and can only use misleading and deceiving to delay time.
Delaying time...is it for Marlon Exon and those businessmen on Financial Street?
So we underestimated the situation here at the beginning. If that was the case, then from the moment we landed at the Eastern Airport, these people must have made up their minds - determined to make some big noise.
Hitzfeld warned himself not to rush.
Dreams and reality... the speed of time flowing on these two sides should be different. There is no point in her being anxious. She might as well think about how to break the so-called time barrier.
In fact, it is very simple and direct to break the situation. She has guessed that it is not the real wall of time and space but the wall of dreams of the great spirit. As long as she concentrates her consciousness to break through this barrier in one fell swoop, she should be able to penetrate countless dreams in one breath until she can feel Xia Yibing's spiritual thoughts in a certain dream.
But she didn't have this power - her mind and consciousness had not yet transcended the ordinary world, and she didn't understand what "becoming a god" meant, what true "life sublimation" meant. She couldn't even feel where this barrier existed, she couldn't see or touch it, so how could she break through it?
In this case, there is only one solution.
Break the time barrier.
It doesn't sound any easier than the first one...
With a headache and no clue what to do, Hitzfeld finished his bath, changed into a loose white robe, walked into the yard, and went up the steps to the watchtower.
When a maid handed her a towel, she asked, "Do you still want to have a meal in the watchtower?" She knew that going up to the tower to look into the distance after bathing was another hobby of "Julia."
It doesn’t matter. I have no idea anyway, so I might as well go up and overlook the city.
Climb up the tower and stand in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can have a panoramic view of half of the city.
During the Fire Solar Calendar, the sun never sets and the sky is as bright as noon. The sunlight is projected onto the mirrored buildings, and the gorgeous and dazzling light is projected everywhere, which is really dazzling.
Hitzfeld was a little dazed as he watched this scene.
In order to deceive me, Lana has tampered with everything according to my common sense, but there are some things that He cannot tamper with, such as these mirrors, and Misros's love of collecting light in this way.
Is there any mystery hidden in this?
She felt like she had grabbed a fish by the tail, but the fish was too agile and escaped by twisting its body.
“No matter how blind and foolish a life is, it will still hope to survive.”
A deep male voice suddenly came from beside me.
"To survive is the most simple desire of life, don't you think?"
Hitzfeld faced that side and vaguely saw a person standing in the shadow in the corner.
There are servants outside, and they won’t let anyone in...they are family members.
But this tone is not like that of Julia's father, the high priest. It is more like the tone of people of the same age and generation, and it is a very relaxed and emotional tone.
So this person should be...
"Why are you here?" Hitzfeld quickly entered the role-playing mode, "Brother Manion."
Yes.
Excluding all other options, she felt that this person could only be "Manion".
The mysterious prophet of Manion.
His veil is finally about to be lifted.
With a light chuckle, a thin young man emerged from the shadows.
He has a handsome appearance, but his raised eyebrows and slightly hooked nose make him look a bit mean.
"I heard that there was something wrong with your memory, so I came back to take a look." He nodded gently, "It seems that there is indeed a problem. You never called me 'Brother Manion' so formally before."
That is to say, the relationship does not need to be too intimate.
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
She is not opposed to playing Julia, but this is based on not having to give too much emotion.
If she needed to play the role of a good little sister and throw herself into the arms of her parents or brothers to act coquettishly... she couldn't do that.
After playing a little trick to find out the "degree" that both parties should abide by when getting along with each other, Hitzfeld didn't look at his cheap brother any more, but turned around and continued to overlook the city scenery.
"I also heard that you went to see Li Lan again." Manion did not let her go, "He is very close to that girl named Xiwei. As a brother, I'm telling you the ugly words in advance. You may not be able to win over that girl."
"Are you investigating me?" Hitzfeld didn't turn his head.
"I'm protecting you," Manion said. "Li Lan is not a pure Misrosian. He is a Yalai. Since the Yalai were created, there have been various hidden dangers. There are many debates in society about whether the Yalai are citizens. The class we represent is the most unfriendly to the Yalai. I must consider whether they will influence some things through Li Lan... and then through you."
The idea is good, but you underestimate your sister a little.
Hitzfeld thought silently - because even without himself, Julia would later become a super life form that could step onto a red giant star and face high-temperature radiation. This should be difficult without any means.
"I just want to bring him into the company." Hitzfeld repeated what he had said to Mi Mo, "It's not me who really has feelings for him, but Mi Mo."
She didn't consider whether Manion knew who Mi Mo was. The news of her amnesia could only be verified through Mi Mo.
"That girl? I can tell." The young man came to stand beside her, also looking at the scenery and sighing, "She has a very pure soul... but it may not be a good thing to keep it that way."
"?" Hitzfeld couldn't help but frown and looked at him.
Now she knew what the legendary "Prophet of Manion" looked like, but to be honest, this person was really strange...
It was originally expected that Manion should be one of the few survivors of the war between the Mithros civilization and the Outer Gods.
It is possible that he is the only survivor, or it is possible that he did not survive, but just crossed the void to Namiia in the wreckage of Lana in a similar way to Li Lan.
That should have happened a long, long time ago in reality, and I'm not sure if it happened during that "compressed time".
He could be a good, kind person.
Because he once reminded Conte-Sixus who came to the territory of Manion, reminding her that the magnetic field of the earth veins here is very different from other places, and putting her heart here will help her stay awake at all times.
If he reminded her like this out of pure kindness, why can't he be called a good person?
But it is also possible that he is a bad guy.
Now Hitzfeld already knows that the Mimicry Demon Heart is stored in Fran Middle School, and Lana is very interested in it.
It is difficult to tell whether Manion did that so that Lana could better study the heart over the years, so that Lana could analyze the intelligent life in this world and all its biological mysteries, in preparation for war.
But no matter which possibility it is, he should still be very young at this time, right?
Just like Julia, people like Mi Mo call her senior when they go in and out of the Mingling Holy Church. Manion is only a few years older than her, how could he have such... such an ethereal and illusory temperament?
If that face wasn't so young, and if you put a priest's robe on him and just said he was a prophet, people would believe it.
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld felt that this might also be the result of cognitive tampering and modification.
My knowledge of the name "Manion" all comes from the legend described by High Priest Falaam, and my initial impression of him was solidified as a "prophet".
So it is because of this, this aspect of my cognition is too strong, that he gives me this strange feeling...
That's probably what happened.
"So you have also investigated Li Lan?" Hitzfeld suppressed the momentary strangeness in his heart and turned to ask about Li Lan.
Lilan-Yondor.
The first time I heard the composition of this name was from Matt Hillay's report, and the second time I heard the full name was from Xia's investigation. This guy seemed to be out of Lana's control and was secretly plotting to kill Lana so that all the Misros people imprisoned in the dream world could rest in peace.
And I am even more...Julia wanted to win him over before he even graduated.
What's so special about him?
"Him." Manion nodded. "He himself is actually nothing special. He hasn't done anything in all these years of school. Instead, his adoptive father is special."
"His adoptive father?"
"His adopted father is Garai Yondor," Manion said. "Except for the priest family, other people don't often pass on suffixes. From this, you should know that his adopted father is a soldier."
"So what is so special about this Gare Jondor?"
"Especially after he's dead."
?
Hitzfeld was finally shocked.
This is a really unexpected answer.
"Gare Yondor, second lieutenant. He was promoted to lieutenant general in just one year because of his participation in the White Snake Family's research project. In the last calendar, the White Snake Family sent them to explore the outer space of the deep orbit. The team was completely wiped out, and only Gare Yondor survived and returned."
Manion read out the information in a calm tone: "And he only lasted a week after returning. He died on the seventh day after seeing Li Lan."
"…What's the reason?"
"I don't know. The Fire Solar Calendar has just arrived. We are investigating the relevant information left by the previous two calendars. It will take a long time just to finish reading them. Your brother and I have been busy with these things these days."
These words should have been expressing the emotion of a headache, but the tone of voice was so bland, so bland that Hitzfeld didn't feel that he had a headache at all.
She couldn't see through this man.
The weird feeling intensified.
"I have a question for you."
She spoke suddenly.
"You said before that 'survival' is the most simple wish of life. So if one day our world is on the verge of extinction, but it needs to sacrifice all the lives of another world in order to revive and continue, and the power to decide whether to carry out this plan lies in your hands, what will you choose?"
"That's a really strange question." Manion looked over with raised eyebrows. "Julia, are you sick?"
"Just tell me what you think."
Although not necessarily accurate.
Although the ideas of intelligent life are often changing.
But at least you should be able to see a little bit, right?
A little clue.
A little sign.
What kind of person is this prophet...
"What does the birth, death, rise and fall of another world have to do with us?"
