Chapter 196 195: Gods come to the world, time is wrong
Ian's face is solemn.
By the knowledge learned at Hogwarts and his keen perception of magic, he determined that these patients were suffering from an extremely ancient and powerful curse.
He had never felt this power of curse in reality, but was only heard of in ancient magical scriptures. It is said that only the legendary wizards can cast such a terrifying curse.
Yes.
This is a legendary [meme] curse.
No doubt.
It is exactly the same structure as Ian once saw in Slytherin's notes in the library's forbidden book area, at least in terms of expression and characteristics.
Of course, Ian is not very good at explaining this with the priests here. After two thousand years of cognition, everyone's thoughts and ways of understanding knowledge are different, and we cannot say this The priests' statements are completely wrong. After all, the legendary methods are indeed considered to be a realm that no longer belongs to the realm of mortals.
Legend.
That is the person closest to God.
The magic and power it possesses are simply difficult to reach. Perhaps it can indeed break through the protection of God's favor. After all, God never has any reservations about the protection of believers.
Contend with the weak divine power.
The legend is likely to be able to do it. Ian is actually not very clear about this. After all, he has not really become a legend, or he can only be considered a half-step legend for such a long time.
The system of fantasy novels comes and they will call the half-step strong man who is an expert. In essence, Ian can only be regarded as the peak of a wizard, and he has not yet been able to spy on the methods that legends possess.
"How can I make the pictures in my mind clear..." Ian would think about this question when he had time. He understood that the pictures in my mind were closely related to his legendary path.
Now I have seen a legendary move in ancient time and space, which inevitably makes the little wizard care more about the road to legend. He doesn't think he can fight against a legend now.
Just when Ian was thinking. "Have you found anything?" Priest Ryan couldn't help asking. He stared at the little wizard walking back and forth between the patients, his eyes that were settled by years and months were extremely deep.
"Your expression tells me that you have found something." Priest Ryan still covered Cassandra's eyes with his hands, preventing all the possibility that Cassandra would peek at the unseen shadow. .
"You are targeted. That is a very powerful existence. I think he definitely doesn't just want to curse such people." Ian Ian's deer leather boots rolled over the broken pottery pieces all over the ground.
He looked around.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of rotten laurel, the torches jumping on the stone wall of the clinic stretched out his shadow, and the patients on the twenty-seven beds also had shadows.
However.
It all shows a strange snake shape in the shadow. If anyone among the people Ian is familiar with likes snakes, then the first ones must be the Dark Lord Voldemort and his ancestor Slytherin.
Could this be Slytherin's work?
Impossible.
Although Slytherin is indeed a legend, the time he has been separated from today is one thousand years, so Slytherin cannot have such a powerful time machine. "We have already become aware of this, but our God has not inspired us any. He is too busy." Priest Ryan sighed and did not forget to defend the god he believed in.
This may also be a major feature of today's era. The gods are located in the clouds. Even wizards have to follow these gods. The most fanatical believers of the gods are actually this group of people who also have magical powers. .
"Too busy?"
Ian heard some information from Priest Ryan's words. This priest may have the ability to communicate with God, just like many stories that once existed in ancient books. The same is told in it. "Children, it's not just about dealing with the sufferings of life, but God also has their troubles and things to deal with. Now we can rely on ourselves." Priest Ryan's tone was a bit heavy, But he didn't say much information. After all, to him, Ian was just an outsider stranger. "This style is very consistent with the guy I'm looking for, but... he shouldn't have such powerful power and means." Ian's eyes were full of confusion.
He hunted Riddle to this era. It was not impossible for Riddle to arrive this era a few months ahead of him. After all, the span of two thousand years is too long, and the difference is several months away. The fluctuation is not a big ripple in this long period than the history of Hogwarts.
However, despite this, Riddle, who was just a remnant soul, seemed absolutely impossible to gain such powerful power in Ian's opinion, and to enter the legendary gate that he was still plagued by.
"Who are you looking for?"
Prince Ryan suddenly looked at Ian with some vigilance.
"A dark remnant soul."
Ian did not hide it.
He honestly gave Priest Ryan the answer, causing the vigilance in Priest Ryan's eyes to dissipate. It was obvious that Priest Ryan determined that Ian did not lie and ruled out the disaster that Ian and the people Ian were looking for.
How strong is the ultimate remnant soul of a teenage child?
And.
"No matter how dark the residual soul is, it cannot do this." As the main priest of a temple, Priest Ryan is also an excellent wizard and possesses extremely profound magical knowledge.
He may not be very powerful, but he has a long history with a temple, so he always has a knowledge reserve that ordinary wizards cannot reach.
"Yes, he can't do it. The problem is who would have been if it weren't for him, who would have set his sights on you, a city that was destined to be... destined to be full of disasters."
Ian The tender face frowned, almost frowned into an old man, and could not find any clues. He had no information related to such curses from the history he knew.
This is the strangest thing.
Ian had to wonder if his magic history was not good. He would not read too much until the end of the period, so he was a little unconfident about his historical knowledge reserves. "I'd love if William was here."
The little wizard couldn't help but miss his roommate, the cuckold boy who always helped him complete his magic history homework, and the Lavenclaw Academy has his own knowledge of all-in-one.
Tell the truth.
If it was really an issue of Ian's own knowledge, it would not be a big deal. I am afraid that the information he knew was not wrong, which means that similar curses must have been buried in history.
This is the most terrifying question.
Voldemort is very smart.
He could think of a way to not interfere with history and then strengthen himself in disasters, but he might not be the smartest dark wizard, and maybe someone had done this before him. "You don't seem to have any clues. Maybe we can take you to see Patient Zero." The priestess who had been tinkering with the holy oil suddenly looked up and said.
There was a little stunned by the fact that Priest Ryan said. "That's too dangerous! The source of curse infection has a stronger dark force than these infected people! Don't forget what our friends and partners sacrificed for!"
Lyan The priest frowned and refuted the priestess' proposal. He didn't want to hide some secrets, but felt that a little wizard should not touch such danger.
Although Ian is an outsider to him, he is a priest of the Temple of Escorabius after all. He is a believer who is proficient in medicine and loves to cure diseases and save lives. He has a good heart. "That's because no one knew how the curse was spread at that time. Patient Zero's eyes were now covered, and he was even safer than the patients we took care of, right?" br>The priestess still sticks to his own opinion.
Watching the two people arguing.
Ian's eyes remained on the priestess' face for a moment.
He was also stunned.
But soon came back to his senses and raised his hand and said, "I think this is a good idea. I have told you that my teacher is also very proficient in black magic... The research and cracking methods of black magic? ”
The little wizard corrected his words in time. He did not want to be mistaken for an apprentice of a dark wizard. The dark wizard in this era is even less popular than in the future.
"He was telling the truth, he really understood the knowledge we lacked." The priestess also supported Ian, and he didn't know how she used to distinguish Ian's words .
"Of course I'm telling the truth, I love telling the truth." Ian was quite curious about the so-called patient zero. He might be able to trace it back from this patient who has experienced the most source event. Who does the curse come from?
"This..."
Prince Ryan also hesitated a little when he saw his priest singing and Ian, perhaps because he believed in the priest's ability to judge the authenticity of other people's words.
This is a natural person who takes the gods and minds.
"You must believe him! He is my god!" Cassandra, who was covered with eyes, suddenly spoke at this time, and her tender tone was full of firmness and trust in Ian.
"..."
Priest Ryan's expression was unusually weird.
The priestess glanced at Ian deeply.
"This."
She did not continue to debate with Priest Ryan, but took the initiative to lead the way for Ian and walked deeper into the dungeon, a narrow stone staircase. The stone steps wind and winding as if they lead to the depths of the ground.
"You can't go!"
Priest Ryan saw that the priestess had led the way, and there was no way, but he still stopped Cassandra who wanted to keep up and signaled a priest beside him to take Cassandra out of here. "I don't want to be separated from my god yet!"
Cassandra tried to resist, but how could a little girl of eight or nine years old be the opponent of a strong adult? , the wizards of this era are generally stronger than those of later generations.
"You check the body of the dream queen and see if she has been attacked by magic that is confused." Priest Ryan gave a heavy command to several priests.
He obviously couldn't understand Cassandra's situation.
There are bad guesses.
Seeing his own people leaving the dungeon with Cassandra, Priest Ryan also withdrew his gaze, looked at the patients around him who were neither human nor ghostly and sighed heavily. "The criminals like to come back and appreciate the victim's miserable situation, hoping that it is not what I thought..." He murmured in a low voice, following the priestess and Ian who had already walked away.
"What kind of criminals were there before?" Ian followed the priestess, his footsteps echoed dull and rhythmic sounds on the stone road in the dungeon. The air in the dungeon was cold and humid, with a mixture of musty smell and rust, as if it could penetrate into the bone marrow and make people shudder involuntarily.
The walls on both sides are inlaid with faint magic lamps, emitting a faint blue light, barely illuminating the road ahead, but it cannot dispel the smell of low temperatures and mold. The lower the stone steps, the lower the temperature. The coldness climbed up along the soles of their feet, as if an invisible hand was gently pulling the corners of their clothes.
After walking for about ten minutes, the stone steps finally reached the end, and there was a narrow corridor ahead. On both sides of the corridor are closed iron doors, with rusty marks on the doors, as if they have not been opened for many years. Each door is engraved with complex runes, vaguely emitting a faint wave of magic.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
It seems to be to prevent something from escaping from inside.
"I don't know."
The priestess' answer was very straightforward. Her figure looked particularly slender and mysterious in the fire. She was wearing a black robe embroidered with complex patterns, a pointed hat inlaid with gems, and partly hidden under the shadow of the hood. , only the tightly pursed lips and firm chin lines were exposed.
"I think it must be the detention of non-human races, maybe giants." Ian looked up and saw a thicker iron door at the end of the corridor. This door is much larger than other doors, with mottled rust on the surface, and the runes on the door are more complicated, but some runes are blurred.
It has obviously lost its function long ago. "Anyway, now, patient zero is stored here." The priestess stopped and took out an ancient key from his robe. The runes on it flashed with a faint light under the fire. She slowly inserted the key into the keyhole, and the iron door slowly opened with a sound of metal friction.
The iron door made a low and long creaking sound.
The scene behind the door made Ian unable to help but hold his breath. This is a small and dark room, with only a faint oil lamp hanging from the corner of the wall, emitting a dim and swaying light. In the middle of the room, a figure lay on a simple stone bed, and the man was covered with a thick blanket without any skin exposed.
It's like a white towel covering the body.
There was a disturbing smell under the white blanket, as if something was waiting for them behind the door. The feeling of depression made Ian take out his wand. "You actually use the word storing, it's interesting." Ian glanced at the priestess deeply, and his eyes signaled the priestess to enter the door before he slowly walked into the room.
The room is not big, and the walls are covered with cracks, as if they may collapse at any time. Patient Zero just lay there quietly, as quiet as the body Ian had seen before sitting on the throne.
"What other words can I use? Like those who were infected seven days ago, he is no longer them, let alone humans. The ferry in the underworld has taken away their souls." The Priestess He shrugged his shoulders, his tone was plain, not like a priest who was sad and pitying the heavens and others, and the emotions in his eyes were also extremely calm.
"You're right."
Ian did not refute. He approached the stone bed and lifted a corner of the blanket with his magic wand. Here was a skinny man. His body was almost completely dry, and his skin was tightly pressed against the bones, showing a strange gray-black look like A rotten mummy had no trace of flesh and blood on her body. "The appearance is exactly the same. All infected people are changing to the same form, including this patient zero, so... what did he peek at?"
Ian is ready to check it out. At this time, the magic traces on patient Zero's body suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm.
"Stop making trouble."
Ian threw the arm he had put on. He knew that these creatures had no soul and all their actions were unconscious behaviors. "You are quite brave."
The priestess moved a stool and sat next to Ian.
"I am not only brave, but also meticulous. Of course, what I am confused about now is that others have no reaction to this?" Ian pointed the wand of the blanket he raised at the priestess. .
"Click ~"
The priestess was shaking some kind of nut.
She didn't care about Ian's wand, but she looked at Ian with a surprise - at this time, the belated priest Ryan happened to see the scene where Ian pointed his wand at the priestess. "What are you doing!"
His hands closed and rubbed suddenly, and began to shine with crackling white light, like some kind of electric arc. The elderly priest stared at Ian with a look of alertness. "I just want to ask if she disguised Magus." Ian turned his head and glanced at Priest Ryan, chuckled and put away his wand, which Priest Ryan was incomprehensible.
"Of course not."
Prince Ryan still looked at Ian with caution.
The magic in the hand did not stop.
His response made Ian's smile solidify on his face. "So, there is indeed something wrong. Didn't you notice that she has changed her face? And her personality has changed." Ian turned his head in surprise and looked at Priest Ryan.
Priest Ryan heard this.
I was stunned suddenly.
When he turned his head and looked at the priestess several times.
"I don't know what you are talking nonsense. Do you want to cover up your behavior just now?" The elderly priest frowned and looked at Ian with an extremely alert look.
Ian has not explained yet.
"No, no, he was actually right. Look, it's different." However, the priestess put down the nut in his hand and moved the hood to the back of his head.
She used her slender fingers to circle her face. It was an exquisite and beautiful face, quite exotic. Every inch of the skin revealed a warm luster like jade, fair and transparent, but it also contained a faint healthy powder, like a fresh snow lotus, untainted Dust, pure and flawless.
The eyes were deep and bright, like two clear springs - this was obviously different from the priestess's appearance before, but no other priests discovered it now.
"????"
Prince Ryan was confused at first.
Then he widened his eyes and looked in disbelief. "Oh! No! Oh my God!"
He seemed to realize something was wrong at this time, and he knelt down and crawled in front of the priestess. This operation made the little wizard even more confused. "Aren't you a sneak in?"
Ian was very surprised.
"This is my home, to be precise, my brother's home. I come here like I go home. Of course, I am not here myself, I borrowed someone else's body."
The Priestess He looked at the prostrated priest Ryan. "To be honest, I confused reality, but it didn't affect you. This really surprised me." After that, the priestess turned his head and looked at Ian again.
Just when the little wizard blinked.
The next moment.
The priestess appeared before Ian.
That face is so close.
"Of course, there must be something unusual about you who can attract me... Child, tell me, why can I smell my scent on you?"
Her face was pressed against Ian's ear.
The tone is soft.
My hand was stretched into Ian's robe at some point.
"Uh..."
Ian swallowed.
He realized something.
The expression began to stiffen.
He didn't move any action when he watched the priestess take out something from his robe - he saw that there was a bottle of milky white potion in his hand.
That was the fertilizer Ian watered the mysterious seeds.
It is also the bath water for the black robe skeleton.
(This chapter ends)