musicians of old

In the western continent, Janus, San Porto, the city nights in February are still cold and frosty.

In the small villa at No. 20 Walstein Avenue, Roy, who was wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, stepped on the blanket to dry up the water, and brought out a large white cloud of steam.

After changing into a set of silk pajamas behind the screen of the bed, the maids brought in the bulky drying machine and dried her hair with dozens of towels.

After waiting for them to take away the last laundry basket, Roy took out a pair of small black scissors from the drawer.

"Crack-"

A thin sound sounded when the wall clock pointed to 0 o'clock.

"I cut a lock of hair and put it under my pillow to sleep, in honor of some being, some code."

Following some cleared intuition in her mind, she recited a specific prayer, put this bunch of black hair with a fresh scent under her pillow, then turned off the gas lamp, and rolled herself into the blanket.

"This is really a strange preparation for promotion. No one prepared it without the conditions being determined."

"But in short, after the previous spiritual adjustment is completed, it doesn't matter if you don't get promoted. It's nothing more than doing a bunch of useless rituals that are a bit strange to others, and you have to do it all over again later."

The fireplace was burning warmly in the bedroom, and Roy in the dark felt that things were still a bit absurd. She laughed at herself, then closed her eyes, and it took longer than usual to fall asleep amidst the ups and downs of thoughts.

The next day, the cuckoo of the wall clock probed at 6:30.

After Roy got up and washed up, he changed into an elegant dress, walked to the floor-length mirror, stared at himself for a few seconds, and adjusted himself.

Immediately, she put on an elegant smile, lifted the hem of her skirt, took steps, raised her arms, stepped on points, and spun around.

“I came to understand a dance that originated in the rain-rich forests of the Old World.”

The aristocratic etiquette learned since childhood made her dance steps light and graceful, but her smile gradually changed from aristocratic pomp to restraint, and the details of her movements also changed. It seemed that she had undergone deformation or some kind of "reduction" treatment, in the gorgeous palace style Behind it, a mysterious and simple artistic conception gradually appeared.

She felt a slight tremor on the hinge of a door on a high place, only in her own sense.

"I recite a collection of poems in front of the lamp, indulging in my thoughts."

"I seek in the twilight, and I am caught by the candlelight. A moth longs for light, and so do I."

Since the night after the "cracking field" road sign was handed over, for a little more than two days in a row, Roy conducted a different tribute session every 7 hours, and planned 7 times in total.

This system of tribute mode is the key to pass through the first gate of the "Yan" phase, the "Gate of Whimsy"!

Under the inheritance of the Bologna School for many years, it already has a set of mature tailor-made "guidance mode". At this time, each link that Roy executes is the most suitable way for him.

In the middle, Roy acquiesced that Aunt Hermosa might come to him at any time—in fact, shortly after the second tribute, Hermosa did come to her again, and the two had breakfast in the restaurant , spent more than half an hour together.

Then the other party went back to the bedroom on his floor, and there was no movement. Roy didn't take the initiative to care about what the other party was doing. Maybe the other party was alone, reading, meditating, or going out for a walk, sightseeing, or socializing.

She showed a state of shutting herself in the room to practice the piano, carefully and quietly performed the tribute session on time, and spent 49 hours like this.

"I drank the unpleasant wine of the old past, and my thoughts were as thin as rain. There are some things that I may never understand and can't get, but they are precious and eager to desire."

At 1 o'clock in the middle of the night on the third day, after Roy drank a small square of red wine in the glass, he sat quietly in front of the dressing table with flickering lights, his cheeks were slightly red, and his mind was full of thoughts.

A feeling of being captured by an uneasy yearning filled her heart, and she knew that her spirituality had been tuned to the specific state needed at this time.

For a moment, she wanted to draw the secret symbol on the mirror, and write some words again to the messenger who had been out of contact for several days.

But Father Lavoisier's explanation flashed through his mind, and Roy finally took a deep breath and stood up.

A minute later, she pushed open the door of the downstairs bedroom and turned on the gas lamp.

The light dispelled the darkness, and the room was empty.

But after feeling that there was a thin wall of spirituality left here, she frowned, and the gray-white concrete inspiration rippled from her fingertips, and she stroked the air twice horizontally and vertically.

Roy's blue pupils shrank suddenly.

A highly festered and swollen corpse appeared on the bed. Black tissue fluid quickly soaked and spread on the bed sheet, and a strong stench came out!

She instinctively took a step back, then took three steps forward.

"People who can die in this place at this time have almost no other possibility except Aunt Hermosa, and in such cold weather, even if they die naturally for more than two days, the corpse will not show such a state of decay, it must be Something else happened in the dream. At first, I thought that my aunt was colluding with the secret organization at best, and might hand over the "cracking field" to the members of the God's Descending Society. Unexpectedly, she went to that place in person to search for the so-called "thank you" Meat sacrifice remnants'?"

Roy's eyes were lowered, his fists were clenched tightly, and he could not help but feel depressed and helpless.

Although there are many branches of the McAdam family, Aunt Hermosa is not considered a relative who has been with me day and night since she was a child, but she also has many warm or harmonious memories in her heart. Now, the school that has always been her strongest backing is actually It has been proven that such a serious problem has arisen!

"No, calm down, I still have important people waiting, and I have important things to do."

".The opportunity of promotion that Father Lavoisier said was true in San Porto! He asked me the approximate time it would take to prepare this key, and after getting a reply of '49 [-] hours', he reminded me I must prepare in advance according to the time node he predicted! Otherwise, the opportunity will be lost in some form!"

Looking at it now, Mr. Father’s interpretation of “loss of opportunity” in The Secret of Illumination specifically refers to——

After the Special Patrol Office learns that there is a death of a triple-level powerhouse, it will immediately use a "phantom" to occupy the gnosis observation position of the first level door at the lower part of the corresponding path!
Of course, it does not rule out the situation of worse luck. For example, when they use some means to observe the climbing path during daily inspections, they happen to discover the changes earlier
In short, my promotion time must be stuck after the death of the understanding person and before the control of the special patrol office!
Roy found some common occult aids in Hermosa's bedroom, such as essential oils, gems, and parchment, and quickly rearranged a short-term hiding ritual, purifying and dispelling most of the stench .

As long as there are no high-ranking and knowledgeable people to observe carefully, as long as no one is bored and crawls into bed, the room will still look empty.

A very small amount of peculiar smell will fade away with opening the windows for ventilation, and it is too late to do finer treatment for the time being.

She closed the door with a "bang", walked quickly up the steps, and returned to her bedroom on the third floor with flickering candles.