Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 721 Mr. Men

After a pause, Bernadette said with a rare emotion in her tone:

"Father has reached an agreement with 'Dark Night'. The Brass Book of Trunsoest, which is the unique evolution of 'Judge', will belong to South Intis, but we need to find Larion and take it back."

"As the price of the deal, he needs to leave reality and go to the astral world to open up a kingdom of gods, fill the gaps left by the 'Lord of Storms' and the 'God of War', and work with the righteous gods such as 'Night' and 'Eternal Blazing Sun' to stop the erosion and penetration of the original barrier by the gods outside the starry sky."

"This is inevitable. The Seven Gods have changed too much. The kingdoms of the gods that fill the barriers in the astral realm are difficult to maintain. New gods must be added to them."

Renekton nodded. He was not surprised that "Dark Night" asked Roselle to go to the Astral Realm to plug the cracks.

If the fallen "Lord of Storms" continues to stay in the astral realm and in the "Storm Abyss", he will only be eroded and polluted by the Outer Gods and become a part of the reality of their advent.

There are not many beings who can replace the positions of "Lord of Storms" and "God of War". Compared with "True Creator", "Eternal Sun Hunter" and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" are undoubtedly more inclined to Roselle.

While thinking, Renekton reminded:

"As a backup for the resurrection of the God of War, the former Patriarch may have the characteristics of the Hand of God. In order to end the God War as soon as possible, Dark Night and Lilith will not deliberately intercept these characteristics."

Bernadette nodded slightly and said, "I will pay attention to this matter. Arianna, the headmaster of the Monastery of the Night, will also provide some help in this matter."

Renekton nodded, skipped the topic and said, "He left for the Astral Realm right after the coronation ceremony. What is the current status of Southern Intis?"

"The subsequent affairs were handed over to Bonois and Nast. In my father's words, this is a kind of training for them. Moreover, as long as the ceremony is completed, they can be promoted to 'Enlightener' and 'Duke of Entropy' at any time."

Bernadette was talking as if she was chatting, but she suddenly paused and looked at Lawrence beside her. The "traveler" from the Abraham family had woken up, and he was now a half-human, half-god "secret wizard".

After getting familiar with his body again, Lawrence reached out his right hand into the void. The space in front of him was suddenly shrouded in shadow, twisted, and cut into two parts, one of which was hidden.

This spatial change is silent and there is no objective sign of measurement, but if you look closely you will find that the trees on both sides of the road have become closer.

This spatial concealment lasted less than two seconds, and everything returned to normal.

After revealing his body, Lawrence's figure suddenly became illusory, turning into one illusory door after another, one layer after another, layer upon layer, countless.

His body kept appearing behind one "door" after another, as if walking in the angle of reality, as if close at hand, yet difficult to touch.

After using all his extraordinary abilities, Lawrence stopped, walked to Renekton, and said excitedly:

"Since the Fifth Era, there has not been a 'secret magician' in the Abraham family. It has been more than a thousand years. Today, more than a thousand years later, I finally succeeded!"

"Finally, I can ask the question that has troubled our family for thousands of years."

"The answer to your question may not be as bad or as lamentable as you think."

Renekton gave a timely reminder, but Lawrence, who was immersed in his own emotions, did not listen.

Seeing this, Renekton shook his head slightly. Persistence always overcomes rationality. There are some things that can only be resolved by revealing them personally.

He turned his head to look at Bernadette and said, "Let's create a full moon effect for him. This is a regret that has lasted for the Abraham family for one or two thousand years."

"Mr. 'Door'?" Bernadette nodded in understanding and said nothing more.

She did not have much affection for Mr. "Door", who had seduced her father to go to the moon and caused him to be polluted. She even felt a little disgusted. If it were not for the pollution, her father's temperament would not have changed so much, and all the things that happened afterwards would not have happened.

Specks of starlight leaked out from between her fingers, gathered in the air, and became stained crimson, turning into an illusory red moon.

Although the full moon effect was created by relying on her own knowledge of occult science, the full moon created by Bernadette, who was already an angel, was no worse than those created by the "Crimson Scholars".

The crimson moonlight sprinkled on his body, and the familiar whispering sounded in Lawrence's ears again.

Unlike before, this time, he finally heard clearly what the other party was saying. Although the voice was very vague, it continued to stimulate his spirit and made his head swell and sting, but this was all tolerable.

"Save me, save me."

"Don't save me, don't save me, don't."

Lawrence's face suddenly turned pale, weak, and he looked like he wanted to laugh and cry. His body was shaking slightly uncontrollably, and he said with a choked voice: "So this is the reason why our family has been declining for thousands of years. It's just a cry for help."

Looking at the sad Lawrence, Renekton whispered a reminder:
"It's not a full moon yet. This is when He is in His best condition. You can try to communicate with Him."

After taking a long breath, Lawrence nodded and said:
"I understand. The reason you happened to appear here at this time is to prevent me from doing something irrational, such as helping Mr. Door return to reality?"

"Don't worry. Although this has been the long-cherished wish of the Abraham family for thousands of years, I won't lose my mind because of this."

Renekton shook his head and explained, "Mr. Door's return is inevitable, and it won't be long."

Lawrence stared at Renekton for a long time before looking away. He didn't believe it, nor did he question it. He just looked a lot older in these two short minutes.

He sighed again, collected his thoughts, clasped his hands together, focused, and prayed seriously:
"The great Gate of All Doors, the guide to the endless starry sky, the key to all mysterious worlds."

"The Great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors"

After repeating Mr. Men's name twice, Lawrence suddenly stopped. His eyes looked a little dazed. He tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something carefully.

Renekton and Bernadette looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Under the increasingly deep crimson moonlight, dots of starlight emerged one by one, swaying in a very regular pattern, outlining one symbol after another, amplifying Mr. Door's whisper to Lawrence, and echoing around:

"After thousands of years, there is finally someone from Abraham's family that I can talk to."

"What's your name?"

The voice was very normal, even kind, completely different from the voice that was just screaming "save me" or "don't save me", as if it was a different person.

A hint of doubt flashed across Lawrence's eyes. The complicated emotions in his heart made him not think too much, but he answered according to the other party's words:
"Lawrence, Lawrence Nord Abraham."

"Lawrence, I remember that."

"As a descendant of the Abraham family, I can barely see some of your condition. Your body seems to have suffered serious damage in the past. Although it has been healed under the transformation of the magic potion of the 'Secret Mage', it still leaves some effects. Your life span will be shorter than that of a normal demigod."

"The best way to solve this problem is to continue to advance and become an angel. I remember that the Abraham family still has several sealed objects corresponding to the characteristics of the 'planeswalker'. Except for the 'Box of the Old Ones', the rest can be used."

"To be able to become a demigod in this era, you must be protected by some existence. Breaking a seal shouldn't be a big problem."

The voice echoed in Lawrence's ears and made the corners of his eyes wet unconsciously. Mr. "Door"'s words sounded normal and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, if he had not heard the other party's screams for help before.

Lawrence nodded with a complicated expression:
"I know that I have no plans to continue to move up the career ladder. I am old and my family members have passed away. Death is a relief for me."

"What supported me in my promotion to demigod was my obsession to ask you a question, an obsession and curse that has troubled the Abraham family for nearly two thousand years."

Beside him, Mr. Door sighed with a complicated tone, as if he was regretting, feeling helpless, and sighing:
"Being lost in the depths of darkness and storms caused me to have some mental problems. I would often become crazy, screaming and shouting, trying to convey some information to the outside world."

"And as descendants of Abraham, you are undoubtedly the ones who are most likely to hear these voices."

"But, regardless of whether I have malicious intent or not, and regardless of the reason, the difference in status means that for those who are not at the level of demigod, hearing my voice is like hearing the mumbling of an evil god, causing them to go crazy or lose control."

"Only during the full moon will my mental state be better and I will restrain my voice, but this is also when my spirituality is the strongest and my connection with you is the deepest. Even if I try hard to restrain myself, some of the roars and shouts I once made will be missed and transmitted to your ears."

"This is the reality of the curse. Can you accept it?"

Lawrence shook his head blankly, and said with some uncontrollable emotions:

"I don't know. I just suddenly feel that our Abraham family's persistence for thousands of years is like a joke."

"No, your persistence is meaningful. At least, now you know the reason and the problem, and you can start to think of ways to solve it."

"For example, you can let the rest of the family members be like you, avoiding my roar when I'm crazy, and live a normal life."

Mr. Door's words were clear and methodical, like a kind elder who cared about his younger generations. He was not at all like he said, that he would often go crazy.

(End of this chapter)