Feeling cold and hungry, the young man began to stutter when he saw two beautiful girls who looked like Western aristocrats appear in front of him.
"The fact that you can see us means that you are mentally prepared."
"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, just follow me."
He was led by the hand and took a step forward, and then was so shocked that he could not utter any sound.
The previous moment it was still the cold and quiet late autumn, with the mountains and forests covered with withered yellow leaves. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if one step had traveled a thousand miles, and the eyes were filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
This... Not only the scene changes, but even the season is different?
The young Lengdis was shocked. He was led forward by the two girls in a daze and entered a tall manor.
Here there are the most beautiful scenery, food and maids. He was surrounded and seated at the table, watching the dishes pass by in front of his eyes. The girls who had only dared to look from afar in the past tried their best to get into his arms.
He remained calm, ate only until he was full, and was polite to everyone.
After dinner he was arranged to rest in a bedroom, but he could not fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, as he felt there was something weird about this place.
dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door.
The young painter jumped off the bed barefoot, leaned against the door panel, holding the knife tightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
I quietly opened the door a crack and saw a dark shadow flash by.
"stop!"
He couldn't stand the torture of fear, so he just gave up and chased after the man with a knife.
The figure ran in the corridor avoiding him, leading him into the spiral staircase and not stopping until it reached the rooftop.
"What the hell are you?"
He blocked the only exit from the back and stood there questioning the figure.
"What is this place? Why was I brought here?"
"This is the 'door'."
The shadow that had guided him here turned around and recited in a voice like an oriole.
"It is a time node guarded by the Secret Keeper."
He recognized that the other person was the beautiful girl who pulled him in.
"Door?"
But he still didn't quite understand.
"Time node?"
"Mortals seek wisdom but do not understand that ignorance is bliss. That knowledge contains endless horrors, and without us, the keepers of secrets, to suppress them, this world would become a purgatory."
Lengdis couldn't understand what she said. He thought the girl was playing tricks.
But the next moment his expression changed drastically - the girl reached out and grabbed directly into his chest, and took out a heart that was covered in fishy smell and was still beating!
"You are qualified to take over the position of agent, Coldis."
"Whether you like it or not, you have been chosen."
"This heart is the proof of your immortality. You can use it to locate yourself and come back here."
"what!!!"
Suddenly waking up, he found that he was just having a nightmare.
There were no beautiful maidens, nor manors with strange changing seasons.
The feast and the bed were all illusions. He was still lying under the big rock, surrounded by a thick layer of fallen leaves.
"It's a dream..."
Sitting up with lingering fear, he covered his chest and congratulated himself.
"It turned out to be just a nightmare..."
But the smile didn't stay on his face for long.
Soon, he frowned again, pulled open the sailor shirt with both hands, and pressed it tightly against his left chest, not daring to breathe.
He heard the wind.
The autumn wind blows through the forest, causing the treetops to rustle.
Hear breathing.
Shallow breathing, unable to be suppressed.
But the only thing he couldn't hear was something beating in his chest.
His heart seemed to have really disappeared, and as a proof of fate, it remained in some place in his dream.
Chapter 77: Completing the Fragments
With a solemn expression, Hitzfeld stared intently.
There are many things... It should be a very dull, boring and torturous process, but she doesn't feel it at all.
Perhaps influenced by her will, there are not many scenes here that are judged as "meaningless" by the left eye.
It continued, almost taking her through Coldis's transformation.
Losing his heart saved Coldis from death. When he found the manor in his dreams again, the girl who guided him told him that his clock had been paused.
"In the most ancient times, enlightened beings used the coronagraph to define time, so the authority held by the Great One also includes time. This is not difficult for Him."
The other party was undoubtedly a devout believer. She didn't even dare to call her "her". She forced Lengdis to join the religion with her and wanted him to respect the god from the bottom of his heart.
"But first I have to figure out what you want from me."
There are too many secrets hidden in this manor called Hitzfeld. The more he learns about it, the more ignorant he feels. He especially doesn't understand why the goddess of luck only favors him.
That is "immortality" - the ultimate pursuit of many emperors and alchemists is nothing more than "longevity". He has reached the ultimate stage of this goal in one fell swoop. How can he not be described as lucky?
"You think this is a blessing? I'm afraid you are wrong." The girl shook her head, "Compared with the tasks you and I need to undertake, this gift is still too pale... Immortality is just your weapon. You are not a god. You will eventually get tired of what you have experienced..."
"Then God won't get tired of it." Coldis asked, "Why not just tell me what you want me to do."
"You don't believe it..."
"Of course I don't believe it."
"You will believe it, because you have already seen through all of this. You have the potential to last a little longer, so we chose you."
It didn't take long for Lengdis to guess the riddle without knowing the root cause, and he learned his mission: to suppress and eliminate.
"The world is being polluted. Things that shouldn't be here are trying to get in. What you have to do is take your frozen 'hour hand' and go find them, destroy them, and suppress them so that they dare not show their heads."
"Such a powerful force...why don't you do it yourself?"
"After passing through the 'gate' at Hitzfell Manor, the cause and effect will be reversed to a certain extent. We will fade from the extraordinary to the mundane. Unless we go back through it, this fact cannot be changed."
"So I'm an agent? A thug you specially trained?"
"If you insist, that's it."
"Aren't you afraid that I will betray you?"
Coldis' voice became dangerous.
"After all, I am also an extraordinary person... I have just been suspended from my physical state so that I will not be contaminated by that 'mystery'. If I choose to join them -"
"You will not."
"Why are you so confident!?"
"Because your pendulum cannot move with just one hour hand. You still need to find your minute hand and second hand. Your heart is not strong enough."
The killing is going on.
Under the mysterious gaze, death was emitted by ice needles.
The painter Lengdis has been transformed into a serious and mysterious man over the years.
He seemed even more mysterious than the secret keeper himself. Even when he needed to come to the manor library to borrow books, he always hid here and gradually became a legend in the manor.
The people here don't seem to be any different from those outside.
The more time he experienced and the more mysterious books and files related to the supernatural he read, the more Lengdis insisted on this view.
What the guide said was true. The people living in Hitzfell Manor were all mortals. They had no power and all they did was to live and work in peace and contentment in this paradise.
A family, at most, would have about a hundred people. It would not be possible to rely on intermarriage to reproduce over hundreds of years. Sometimes the manor would take in some selected guests and decide whether to accommodate them after inspection.
So I'm still a special case.
Coldis is not proud of this.
The girl who had led him had left. He remembered that day when he came to the bed, held the old hand, and whispered in her ear.
"perhaps you're right."
"But there are also some things that are wrong. For example, I actually have no interest in looking for minute and second hands."
The old woman looked at him and smiled, moving her lips and making mouth shapes.
No, you will.
"impossible--"
The roar shattered all the canvases into pieces.
Hitzfeld gathered his attention and saw the doctor open his hand and point it towards them, spitting out a black flame.
That was not magic, but his alloy wrist. There was a transmission pipeline connected just below the wrist, and the fuel was sprayed out from there.
"boom!"
The dark flames fell upon her, covering the light that was emanating from around her.
Logically, there was no possibility for her to survive, but she was just covered with a layer of ice, and the light quickly broke through the ice, becoming brighter and stronger.
"do not do that!"
The Doctor's voice came from outside.
"That's 'mystery'...!"
"Eternity exists in all time...!"
"The perception of it is not fake, this is not a stage play! Stop it!!"
Stop?
But it was too late.
Hitzfeld wasn't nervous.
Just like Lengdis was prepared to freeze to death when he was stranded in the mountains, she didn't care about what would happen to him.
Ok.
Maybe her father let it develop out of guilt - because tampering with dreams was meaningless and he intended to use this nightmare to spur himself on, to spur him to remember to return to Earth to find bones and blood...
If we allow it to continue to cycle through tragedy.
As for her... this was the result he had only dreamed of, she really couldn't let it go like this and would never miss such an opportunity.
Can the corpse-stitcher restrain the mystery?
Level 6 is like a dog in front of the Dead Bone Ice Needle?
Then she would become level 7... level 8... or even mystery itself.
She has the qualifications, doesn't she?
The eyes of the Great One, Abu-Ghesar, are mingled with the blood of the sun and contained in their sockets; she is no less inferior to it in this path.
So all she had to do was release the seal and ask for feedback from the thousands of nights she had endured in the past few years due to insomnia.
Maybe... she will have a chance to fill in the remaining fragments...
She heard the Doctor's voice again, but it was now mixed and unclear.
