Chapter 195 194: The node of history, the crying angel
Pompeii Corneria.
It is located in the Campania region of the southwest corner of the Apennine Peninsula in Italy. .
It is an ancient city 10 kilometers southeast of Mount Vesuvius near Naples, about 240 kilometers away from Rome and about 20 kilometers west of the Bay of Naples.
Maybe many people are very unfamiliar with this name.
However, if we talk about the ancient city of Pompeii that was destroyed by volcanoes, most people should be able to have some impression. After all, this is an extremely rare natural disaster and city destruction incident in human history.
The ancient city of Pompeii was built in the 6th century BC and was destroyed in 79 when Mount Vesuvius erupted. After realizing that the place he was in was a city destined to be destroyed in history, Ian's heart rolled like surging waves. He clearly understood that Voldemort would never choose a time node casually.
Ian was fooled by the words that he wanted to replace himself with his past self. Sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle calculated his mechanism and chose such an era to come.
A city destined to be destroyed.
What does it have?
Of course, there are ancient Pompeii residents who will not have much impact on the course of history. The fate of death is destined to be the most destined here are batches of lost souls.
They will eventually die and are destined to disappear here. Then, using these lives and souls as their way before they disappear will probably not cause much ripples in history - life Death is just a change in direction and result, and for the present world, there will still be no change in everything in the future.
"Hide evil deeds in the disasters of history and deceive the whole world..." Ian stared at Mount Vesuvius in the distance, and couldn't help but recognize the young Tom Riddle in his heart. Know.
The dark demon king who came out of the Wizard Orphanage is still very bold. After deceiving the God of Death, he still intends to deceive history. This is definitely not the old and stupid person who has ruined his brain and future by playing black magic. guy. The sixteen-year-old Riddle's power may not be as powerful as Voldemort's time.
But he is definitely more difficult to deal with than Voldemort's time. Wisdom is the greatest wealth and the most powerful force. Even if it was an evil plot with ulterior motives, Riddle was using his actions to prove the accuracy of this sentence. Voldemort, who has a brain, is indeed much more terrifying than Voldemort who can only hold a magic wand and chew a big melon.
"If Riddle really does, then he will not be a humorous joke of killing a few people yesterday and killing a few more today. He can call the serious one an evil cultivator."
Ian didn't know how much time he had left, he only knew that he had to stop Tom Riddle, otherwise, this guy would definitely do a lot of big things lurking into history.
Pompeii will only be the beginning.
When Tom Riddle gained strength, no one knows what plans he has.
Anyway, there are endless troubles.
Ian is not a savior character who has the heart of the world. Whether he can bring Malfoy back has become a secondary problem now. What he fears most is that he finds himself a ghost after returning to the future, and then after asking for a moment, he will The story of the story of being strangled to death by the great devil when he was still a baby.
Salve others by yourself.
Ian felt that letting Tom Riddle stay in the past suddenly became even more terrifying.
"What's wrong with that mountain?" The little girl saw Ian staring at Mount Vesuvius for a long time, and couldn't help but pull the corner of Ian's clothes and whispered and asked.
She is probably eight or nine years old, much shorter than Ian. The neatly dressed jewelry on her body will make a jingle sound if she moves a little.
"Do you have no prophet here?" Ian was still staring at Mount Vesuvius, his face a little strange. It was hard to imagine why the little girl next to him was so calm.
After all, as a bystander, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the volcano.
The top of the volcano is shrouded in thick clouds and mist, and dark red magma can be seen slowly flowing through the crater. At the foot of the volcano is a deserted black land.
In sharp contrast with the prosperity of the city, it also demonstrates its extremely active characteristics. Just staring at Ian feels that it may burst out with devastating power at any time.
Normal people see this scene.
Even if you are not afraid, you should worry a little, right?
"Prophet?"
The little girl was stunned when facing Ian's inquiry.
"It's the prophet."
Ian changed to an older name. Perhaps the name of the prophet has not been popularized yet. After all, today's era is probably earlier than King Arthur's era.
"Oh, yes, yes."
The little girl finally understood Ian's words.
She nodded quickly.
It's as fast as a chicken pecking at rice.
"Can you take me to see your prophet?" Ian felt that it was like a disaster of destruction. As a prophet, as a prophet, he should have noticed it even if he was not talented.
This is related to the destruction of the entire city, and it will be more or less a warning or a sign of dreams - thanks to the divination book sent by the divination professor today when I was bored in the divination class.
He is more or less a theoretical school now.
"Aren't we meeting now? Every queen of dreams is a prophet. Only prophets can become queen of dreams, otherwise you will not be able to hear the songs we sing." The little girl's eyes looked a little Being confused, Ian was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what was going on.
"Uh..."
The little wizard was speechless for a moment. He was too focused on the question about Tom Riddle that he didn't care much about analyzing and understanding the situation in this era.
certainly.
After hearing Ian's remarks about the eruption of the volcano, the little girl looked no longer worried, which also misled Ian's not thinking about the little girl's talent for prophecy. "How is your prophet's ability?" Ian began to strike indirectly.
He couldn't tell the little girl directly that the volcano here was really about to explode. He had seen this history in history books. This will definitely scare the innocent child beside him.
"I am the most powerful prophet! Only I can see you! But the high priests and others said that I had hallucinations, and only I knew that I did not have hallucinations!"
The little girl proudly held her up He raised his chest, his tone was filled with excitement and excitement - perhaps because of Ian's appearance, it was like the person who had run through his life finally appeared in front of him.
She knew she had no mental problems.
"Can you see me?"
Ian has heard the little girl say this more than once. He was very surprised, his eyes flashed slightly, there was no magical world. Anything would be a coincidence.
"Yeah."
The little girl nodded heavily.
"What did you see me?"
Ian spoke seriously. "I can only see some sporadic scenes when I see you eating, sleeping, and running around in a dream, but the most common scene I see is that you hit people in a dream. Beat all kinds of different people. "The little girl did not hide it, and directly told the scene she had "witted" over the years.
"..."
Ian heard this.
But I have no idea how I should respond.
He confirmed that there was indeed some connection between the little girl and himself that he didn't know yet, but he didn't know how to correct the little girl's remarks about being beaten. "That is to punish evil and promote good, eliminate violence and maintain good..." The little wizard was silent for a long time, and could only defend his behavior. He did not beat people for no reason.
"Also, that's not a dream."
Ian pondered for a moment and still corrected the little girl's wrong perception. "Isn't it a dream? But there are boxes that can run, iron birds that can fly, buildings that can be taller than temples... I have never seen such a city in history." br>
The little girl blinked and was a little confused. "Of course you won't find them in history, because they have not been born yet and will take at least two thousand years to reach where I came."
Ian touched the little girl's head and said in a gentle tone.
"But that's still history?"
The little girl may not understand Ian's words, or it may be that she has her own understanding of Ian's words, in short, it's her eyes There is still confusion left in it.
"You still read history?"
Ian changed the topic.
"Is this also the basic quality of the Dream Queen?"
He is indeed quite curious about the wizarding world of this era. "I have to read history books every day, from the age of three, and I have been reading for a total of five years... The Queen of Dreams is well-versed in all history, but I am an exception."
The little girl's voice was a bit sad, "My previous Queen of Dreams disappeared while on a trip, so I failed to obtain the inheritance that Queen of Dreams should have."
"So I only I can learn history by myself, but fortunately there are not many history books in the temple, and I have already remembered them almost. "The little girl is like a student who longs for praise.
Ian also gave him a thumbs up with high emotional intelligence. "I know, I know, you mean to praise me for being powerful. I have seen it in your dream." The little girl's face suddenly became a little rosy with joy.
She still has not corrected her name for the future. That strange world is indeed difficult for people in this era to understand, and it is normal to regard it as a bizarre dream.
"Get back to the point." Ian felt helpless and did not continue to correct it. He looked at the volcano that emitted black smoke again. I am still inquiring in a more tactful way. "As a prophet, have you not foreseeed anything that makes you uneasy and fear?" The topic went back again, and Ian was really concerned about the eruption of the volcano.
no way.
He needs to confirm the time of the eruption.
This is not just to speculate on Riddle's whereabouts.
And it also concerns his life.
As the surging volcanoes of nature, even the power of wizards is difficult to resist, Ian does not want to be buried under this ancient city and become one of the sad stories.
If you cannot return to the future in time.
Ian plans to leave here before the volcano erupts. Of course, he would warn people in this city, but it is unlikely that anyone would believe the horrific remarks of outsiders like him. "You have to leave at least several hours in advance, otherwise, once a natural disaster occurs, the phantom will not be able to move," Ian thought so.
The books he has read mentioned about the relationship between nature and magic.
Natural changes will affect the effect of magic, which is a conclusion drawn by many later scholars. Because of this, Ian certainly wouldn't want to bet on the value of the magician.
Just as the little wizard was thinking about the plan in his mind.
"Did you foresee what makes me uneasy and fear? Yes, yes, you are here, you must save us once." The little girl immediately fell into thinking after hearing Ian's words. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if the willow leaves slightly stained by the morning dew were bent down gently, with a hint of tender confusion and confusion. "Let me think, let me think...oh, last month, I did see something scary, where is it, in some place in this city. "The little girl's soft eyebrows gathered slightly, forming two small hills, adding a touch of inadvertent seriousness and concentration to her innocent face.
"Here! Come with me!"
Suddenly.
The little girl seemed to remember something. She directly stretched out her fair hand and grabbed Ian's clothes, and hurriedly pulled Ian towards the city below the temple. "Ah?"
Ian was a little confused.
He originally wanted to guide the little girl to "see" the eruption of the volcano.
I never thought about it.
What did you remember? "God, I don't know your name yet." The little girl's steps were light, and her hands kept pulling the cuffs of Ian's robe, and she turned around and asked curiously.
"Just call me the Supreme Master, the name of God is inappropriate." Ian didn't know whether he should leave his name. God knows whether there is magic to curse others with names in this era.
Although the little girl looks harmless, what if the name is heard by other wizards? For example, for those priests before, Ian felt that if they had a solution, they would definitely not hesitate to curse him.
"Supreme Master?"
The little girl's eyes were surprised.
"Yes, it's the Supreme Master. When I think about it, I should call it Gu Yi or Medivh. The former is more in line with it, while the latter... I'm afraid of being responsible for the cause and effect, and my eyelids are already jumping now."
Ian is really thinking seriously.
Although the language he used was Old English, the little girl was obviously different from Aurora and could not keep up with the little wizard's brain circuit, so the little girl could not quite understand what Ian wanted to express.
"I still think you should be called god. I have called you that since I was a child." The little girl did not change her words in the end. She took Ian to the city with a light and cheerful tone. The sun shone through the semi-covered dome above the temple stairs and sprinkled on them, putting a layer of golden gauze on both the little girl and Ian.
The dream-keeping queen in this ancient temple is too young.
Perhaps due to the blockade of education and the temple's fear of "God", she did not know what the god she was guarding meant, so she had no awe in her words and deeds.
In this regard.
Ian was very adaptable.
He knows.
perhaps.
The little girl now looks at him like a friend who has been "watching" for many years. Every day of her life is related to him, and now she can finally communicate and interact one day. Because of this, except for the first time when the little girl was panic and frightened, the emotions she emitted during this period are all excited and excited. "I haven't asked what your name is yet."
Ian's [thinking perception] is very clear.
He can see the loneliness of the little girl. Perhaps all the "nuns" who have to devote their lives to the gods in ancient and modern times, but he can always give this girl he first met before this end of the world. .
"Cassandra, my name is Cassandra. This is the name given to me by the previous Queen of Dreams. It has no last name. It is said to have come from a very powerful prophet many years ago."
Little The girl responded enthusiastically to Ian's question.
"Yes, yes, this is the name of a great prophet in ancient Greece." Ian was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it. It has been the norm since ancient times when naming historical figures.
"I know Greece, which is the general term for the southern Balkans, the Aegean islands and the coast of Asia Minor. Our literature, science and technology, and art all start from that place."
" The Greeks had profound attainments in many aspects such as philosophy, thought, poetry, architecture, science, literature, drama, and magic. But it is regrettable that it has been destroyed for nearly 200 years. "
The little girl showed her knowledge and knowledge while walking. Her sighs silently made Ian-if nothing unexpected, the city would become a devastating civilization that would soon become a regrettable.
"There are many brilliant civilizations in the world nowadays, maybe you should go out and take a look." Ian finally felt compassion and wanted to save this group of people within his ability.
"I can't sing for you when I go out. I still like to sing for you." The little girl did not understand Ian's meaning, and after weighing it, she shook her head.
"I can sing for me even if I go to another place."
Ian has never heard of singing at any time except today.
"But the ceremony takes seven days to arrange, and it is not easy to collect those things. This is the high priest..." The little girl began to explain to Ian how complicated the temple was running.
The figures of her and Ian gradually faded away.
In the temple.
In a remote corner.
A group of people in priest robes kept secretly watching their backs.
"We have to chase the Queen of Dreams back!"
A priest spoke anxiously. "Yes! And that blasphemous guy! He...he actually destroyed the body of the god! Oh my God! We will definitely be punished by the god!"
There are also The priest looked at the high priest with a face full of demonic text in fear.
"Shut up!"
The high priest's expression was very complicated.
He angrily scolded the restless priests. "There is no body of a god on the altar! There should only be a chair in the god's bedroom!" The high priest's voice trembled with a feeling of terror. "What!"
The priests showed incredible expressions.
They did not doubt the High Priest's words, because the High Priest was the only one in the temple who could climb up to the altar and clean the palace for the gods every seven days. "Then...what did that kid destroy?"
The priests all had numb scalps. "I want to know this too, and send someone to follow them and see where that little person is going to take the Dream Queen." The high priest's eyes were flashing violently.
"The end of the world is approaching, and we cannot lose a dream-keeping queen..."
His voice was extremely hoarse.
With a strong anxiety and fear.
…
When stepping into this ancient city of Pompeii.
Ian only truly felt that he had entered history.
Surrounded by ancient buildings, people on the streets were wearing robes of strange styles and communicating in an ancient Italian language, and some were mixed with some ancient English.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Fortunately, Ian has learned most languages on earth in order to exercise his ability to [language proficiency], otherwise it would be very difficult for him to communicate with others in this era. "Have Riddle learned these languages too?"
Ian still can't forget the Dark King he was thinking about.
certainly.
Soon his attention was attracted by the fresh things around him—everything was full of exoticism, the market was filled with fresh fruits and handmade products, and street artists were performing choruses Children laugh and run on the streets, and in the highly developed ancient texts, people live and work in peace and contentment.
Just as Ian was watching around.
A group of people in bright red robes caught his attention. Their steps were steady, and there was a mysterious majesty in their eyes. Wherever they went, people looked at them with awe. With the intuition of a wizard, Ian concluded that these people in red robe were by no means ordinary humans, and they were emitting waves of magic. "They are night watchmen." The little girl Kassandra explained to Ian in a low voice, "It is the law enforcement officer who has established the organization established by the owners of this city to maintain the stability of the entire city."
I have to say.
This situation is indeed a bit beyond Ian's expectations.
"Witchers and humans live in harmony, and the wizards have become guardians of the law?" To be honest, Ian felt that Grindelwald might like such places very much. "Who is the master of the city?"
Ian's curiosity has been completely aroused.
The world of wizard supremacy that Grindelwald longed for actually existed two thousand years ago, which is definitely a miracle that scholars in the history of magic have not discovered.
"Is a wizard."
This is the expected answer.
"If you have the chance, I really want to meet such a wizard." Ian followed the little girl Kassandra to see the story. He even saw a wizard selling magic potions on the side of the road.
People are not afraid, afraid, and show no resistance. A world that is comparable to a wizard's utopia may be why it is destroyed.
"Where are the scary things you said?" Ian of course remembered the reason why the little girl Cassandra took him into the city. He found that Cassandra took him to a hospital.
Yes.
Hospital.
Although there is no red cross on it, and although its name is not a hospital, it is a temple in Escolabius, it is indeed a serious hospital.
Ian saw many people who took the medicine out of it.
"Since more than a month ago, a strange disease has occurred in Pompeii Corneria. The temple has been hiding it, but I saw what they concealed through my "Tianmu". "Then "That It is a disease caused by evil magic. "As he said, the little girl Kassandra brought Ian into the temple, and led Ian into the temple depth with many people bent down to salute her. place.
This is an area where idle people are prohibited from entering.
A trace of imperceptible melancholy was revealed in the tranquility.
The sun shines through the sparse clouds, mottled on this forgotten land, completely different from the solemnity in front of the temple, and the air is filled with a faint smell of herbal medicine.
"Many patients who are infected with plagues or who cannot be cured by ordinary drugs will be placed behind them." Kassandra was still whispering to introduce Ian.
It was at this moment.
A priest in a quaint robe greeted him, with a look in his eyes, first looking at the little girl Kassandra, and then looking at Ian vigilantly.
"Queen Cassandra, you shouldn't bring strangers here." The older priest respected the young Cassandra, but he had a strong defense towards Ian. psychology.
"Prince Ryan, this is our god. He and I want to see the patients who are hidden by you." Cassandra might not think there is anything wrong with his words.
However.
Ian's face was so embarrassed that he blushed.
I wish I could find a crack in the floor to get into it.
He never expected that the little girl would call him like this in front of others. Seeing the priest looking at him with a strange look, Ian quickly waved his hand to explain.
"I'm just a wizard who has traveled here and has some research on potions." He took out a bottle of exquisite potions from his pocket. It was a super high-quality magic that he configured with good uncle's high-quality materials. medicine.
The priest looked at the potion in Ian's hand, his eyes flashed slightly. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "Excellent work, your teacher must be very powerful."
It's obvious.
This is the priest who regards Ian's work as the work of Teacher Ian. It is not difficult to understand. After all, let alone the ancients, it is difficult for anyone to believe that a little wizard can configure a master-level potion even in the 20th century.
"We didn't even inform the night watchman about this matter. I didn't expect that your eyes could even discover... Indeed, it is precisely because of such powerful power to protect our city." >
The priest looked at Kassandra with emotion and gratitude.
While Cassandra was a little embarrassed to avoid her eyes, he glanced at Ian again, "Come with me, I hope that the travelers from afar can heal this curse of sin."
After saying that .
The priest took Ian and Kassandra through intricate corridors.
The walls on both sides of the passage were engraved with strange symbols and patterns, and there were magic texts related to gods similar to the high tower runes. Ian couldn't help but look at them for a few more times and remembered them secretly. In my heart.
I will never forget it after reading it.
For someone like him, it's just a kimono. Soon, they came to a hidden room. The room was dim and there was a pungent smell of medicine.
"Click!"
The priest opened the secret door under the floor.
Rise your hand.
A ball of light appeared in his hand, illuminating the dim underground stairs - this hand had no magic wand and no magic spells that surprised Ian even more.
"Sure enough, Teacher Morgan is right. Ancient wizards really didn't need a magic wand." As the saying goes, seeing is true, Ian was only at this time that he completely determined the possibility of casting spells with bare hands.
What?
Morgan also casts spells with bare hands?
Can the legendary witch be used as a normal reference object?
"Is this a ward?"
Ian followed Cassandra, and they followed the priest all the way down, the humid and dark environment around him made him feel a little uncomfortable in his nose. "This used to be a dungeon, but now it is used as an isolation ward." The priest Yan Jianyiming answered, his voice without any emotional ups and downs.
The stone steps deep in the dungeon hover downwards, Ian's deerskin boots stepped on the mottled steps, the potion bottles jingled around the waist, and the heraldry of the priest's robe shone under the torches. Cold light. "Here."
The priest pushed open the rusty iron door, and the smell of decay came to his face. The room was dim and there was a pungent smell of medicine. The patients' whole body was dry and their skin was wrinkled, as if they had been drained from moisture. Some patients just start to dry up their hands and feet, while others have already shown a decayed state, with varying severity, but there is no doubt that they are all moving towards becoming a decayed mummy.
"Don't look in the eyes."
The priest reminded him, holding back Cassandra who was about to approach with Ian. He lowered his head, like several other priests who were caring for the sick in this dungeon ward.
"What's going on?"
Ian approached one of the patients. The man closest to the door was raising his hand to grab the water jug. He handed the water jug to the man. , the man thanked him in a hoarse voice and began to pour water hard. "There is no doubt a curse that we wizards cannot solve." The priest who brought the two of them lit the incense in the corner of the wall, and a rustling sound of nibbling came from the purple smoke.
"Who is this person?"
The other priests in the cell saw Ian and couldn't help looking at Priest Ryan in confusion.
"He is an apprentice of a potion master, let's check the situation for his teacher." Priest Ryan indeed had a misunderstanding of Ian, but Ian did not refute this explanation. "Have any people from big cities heard about our situation?" A priestess nodded, not asking anything, but was just concerned about whether these patients could be rescued.
"Maybe?"
Priest Ryan looked at Ian in confusion.
He didn't know much about the situation either.
If the guarantor had not been the dream queen of this city, he would definitely not have brought strangers in casually. "I need to know the situation." Ian did not explain, but frowned and kept checking several different patients-their condition was exactly the same, even the condition of the disease. There is no difference in progress either.
What does it mean? After these patients' bodies are shriveled, the gullies on the surface of their skin are completely the same. The shape of the gullies in the same place is no different from different people.
This is definitely a very strange situation. "We only know that they only have seven days of life left. Once seven days pass, they will become something that is no longer related to people, some kind of extremely evil and terrifying creature."
"Holy oil cannot delay this process. I wish I had an offensive word, but I think even the Potion Master is the same. It is impossible to defeat such a curse." The priestess raised the linen on a patient's body, revealing the cloth. The chest full of cracks was constantly wiping some oily objects for the patient. "This is the patient who has entered the last day. It is about to be cursed and completely twisted and transformed..." The priestess' voice was sad, and he kept his state of not even looking at the patient's face.
"This form..."
Ian approached and touched the so-called late-stage patient.
Familiar touch.
Familiar structure.
Solve his pupils to contract suddenly.
"The product of that kind of biological alchemy!" Yes, Ian had seen a human-shaped monster in this form, which was in the altar in the previous temple.
Bronze room, above the throne.
This is the monster that was destroyed by Ian.
Exactly the same.
Even in dry gullies, height and shape, there is no difference!
"Ah? You... Is this what you killed before? I didn't dare to see more at that time." Kassandra was covered by Priest Ryan's eyes, and exclaimed in surprise after hearing Ian's words. "Have you encountered such things?" Priest Ryan's expression was very panicked, and he quickly checked and squatted down to check Cassandra's eyes. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief after staring carefully. "It's okay, it's okay."
Prince Ryan's glad tone confused Ian.
"Can anyone explain what's going on?"
Ian looked at the priests around him. These priests had already surrounded him and looked at his eyes, as if confirming that Ian had not been subjected to " It only dispersed after infection.
"This is a curse transmission law that we have lost several companions and many residents, and this is how we can see." Priest Ryan explained in a heavy tone. "There is a special image in the eyes of these patients. All those who have seen that image will be cursed and infected, and even we priests who are in the grace of God cannot escape."
Prince Ryan's words were filled with sorrow, and the other priests also showed sadness, and the priestess was sobbing. Ian, who felt his emotions, knew that it was the priestess who died of his relatives.
"How could there be such a curse!" Ian was shocked. He was well aware of the power of darkness, but he had never heard of such a domineering and unreasonable curse.
The curse that even the grace of God cannot dispel?
It has this power.
The three unforgivable curse can only be regarded as brothers.
"It just appears."
Priest Ryan pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly.
"Our comrades and partners who were caught only left us the judgment they made before they died. Several priests gave prompts before they were approaching to become monsters."< br>
Prince Ryan paused and hesitated when he said this, as if he didn't know whether he should reveal the information that the priest had exchanged for his life to Ian, a strange outsider. "Can we trust you?"
Prince Ryan stared at Ian with some uncertainty.
"Can you still trust other people?"
Ian looked at Priest Ryan calmly.
He asked a wave of rhetorical questions.
"..."
It's probably because Ian thought what he said made sense. After organizing the language, Priest Ryan spoke slowly and said slowly in a hoarse and heavy voice. .
"Ordinary curse, of course, cannot have such power. This is a level that mortals cannot reach, a power that we wizards may not understand at all."
Prince Ryan was vague.
"What does it mean?"
The little wizard frowned and asked. "It is related to the images in the eyes of these patients. It should not be a figure that appears in the mundane world. Our priests are shouting to us before they die..."
Priest Ryan looked at the other priests.
Pause for a moment.
"Anything that carries angels will eventually become angels... This is the source of the curse. Someone sees things that should not be seen, and then is assimilated by things that do not belong to the mortal world."< "This assimilation affects everyone, all the poor people who peek at that gaze from the eyes of the first person, and that's why I don't let you look at their eyes."
"If you look at them, your eyes will also carry... angels that you cannot bear." Priest Ryan's voice was compassionate, and there was a sense of imperceptible despair.
The atmosphere in the dungeon was a little quiet.
"This..."
Ian felt his head itchy.
It's not about growing your brain.
It's just that my scalp is numb and I have goose bumps all over my body. To be honest, Priest Ryan's words do sound very scary and terrifying.
but.
If you look at it from an alchemy perspective beyond this era, similar biological alchemy methods are not impossible. A thousand years later, Slytherin's notes will mention similar methods. A [meme] curse rooted in alchemy creation and can be spread in this way.
Who is its pioneer Slytherin said.
However.
The threshold used by Slytherin said it very clearly-needed at least a legend.
(This chapter ends)