Chapter 492 Tavel’s Guidance
Three Questions in Life.
In the past life, whether it was himself or in the jokes on the Internet, countless people had joked about these three questions. However, here and now, when these three questions came from the god who knows everything, Lynch lost his mind. With the ability to adapt, he stared blankly into the dark and deep void in the crack, his mind at a loss for a moment.
Am I really a time traveler? How did I come to this world? After I came to this world, was it really just floating in a dreamland without any experience in between? Are the memories of my past life left before or after I traveled through time? Where will I go in the end and what will I accomplish?
The most important thing is, why do you call me the Awakener?
I originally thought that she called me "Awakener" just because I had just woken up at the time, but there must be a reason why Tavel also called me that.
He is an existence beyond time and an omniscient evil god. There must be a reason why he is called this.
And why did he ask me these questions?
No, this is not a question, this is actually a prompt. He wants me to find the answers to these questions.
But she doesn't want me to find out now, it's not the time yet.
Scenes of memories flashed through my mind, especially in the past few months after I woke up, I was accompanied by the voice in my mind day and night, curling up under the crimson moonlight every night, washing away the uneasiness and anxiety in my heart. Fear sleeps peacefully.
Lin Qi was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and smiled:
"I can't give you the answers to these three questions now. I promised some people to put aside these questions temporarily until one day I can accept the answers. It's not my style to jump left and right. Now that I have made a choice, I will It won't change easily."
The human figure floating in the air remained motionless, and the other party's feedback already appeared in Lin Qi's mind:
"This is your choice, there is no need to explain to us, I said we'll keep an eye on you until you answer."
"Does it not affect the ownership of the Light of Miracle?"
"The Light of Miracle is the compensation for the Necronomicon, and the three questions are the compensation for the Silver Key. Equivalent exchange is our principle. Whether it is now or In the future, you will finally answer the three questions, then the transaction will be completed successfully, and the light of miracles already belongs to you. "
Equivalent exchange, no wonder those librarians in the Knowledge Library are all. A group of profiteers, but at least they did not affect his planned plan. Lynch was relieved and asked thoughtfully: "So, before closing the deal, can I ask a question?"
"Okay, what do you want to ask?"
Huh? A random question to the All-Knowing One?
Lynch's heart tightened and he licked his lips nervously: "I want to know, who are the gods behind the League of Shadows? Why do they do these things? And what happened to the Fredman royal family? This Can you also observe this kind of thing about gods? ”
"We can't peep at the Lord God, but it doesn't prevent us from watching their believers, so these questions are okay, but what do you exchange for the answers."
Lin Qi was stunned and speechless.
Fuck, I forgot about it just after I said it, equal exchange.
He only said that I could ask, but he didn't say that he would definitely tell me.
The corner of Lin Qi's mouth twitched: "What can I exchange for? You can't exchange this thing."
As he spoke, he pointed to the stone base covered with fabric.
"Not enough."
"Hiss, not even Advent-level rare items are enough?" "Your question is directly related to the future of the Fifth Era. The value is far beyond what a Miracle Light can compare with. If you want to exchange it, at least It also requires the secret of Crimson Moon to be considered equivalent.”
"No need to talk."
Lin Qi sighed. There is really no shortcut in the world. However, when he was disappointed, Tavel's message appeared in his consciousness: "However, the value of the Necronomicon is still high. For the Light of Miracle, exchanging like this would violate the principle of equivalent exchange. So, for your second question, about what happened to Friedman, although I won’t give you an answer for no reason, I can give it to you. A guide that should help you find the answer."
Huh? What an unexpected surprise. Sure enough, when doing business, you should charge a lot of money, maybe you can make a profit.
Lin Qi immediately leaned forward and made a gesture of listening.
"That's what happens among nobles, and there are people around you who specialize in this kind of information."
Lin Qi was a little confused, but he suddenly understood.
He almost forgot about this man, Mr. West, the manager of the Black Cat Theater, an apostle of the King in Yellow, a cultist who could compete with Dagon of the Deep Ones on his own.
This person specializes in intelligence transactions related to the upper class. Maybe you can actually find out something from him. No, since the Ancient Eternal pointed at him, it means that he must know something, but he just doesn’t know. What price do you have to pay to pry open his mouth? This time I'm afraid there will be heavy bleeding.
"Hasta hates what's behind this matter, so you don't need to worry. Counting this guideline, we can already reach equivalence."
"Thank you, Your Excellency, the Immortal One."
With this guidance, it is much better than bumping into oneself. Lin Qi bowed solemnly, then gathered his mood and walked towards the stone in front of him with expectation. pedestal.
As if sensing his gaze, the fabric covering it suddenly slid down automatically without any wind and disappeared into the void. Lin Qi felt a huge shock in his consciousness, and countless complicated pictures poured in instantly. in his mind.
In the picture, Lynch saw corpses all over the place. The dead were covered with black spots, their bodies were ulcerated, and they died miserably with pus flowing. There was no smoke in the city, and no humans or animals. The city center was filled with corpses of the sick, but there were no more. People were burned, and only groups of crows stared at the corpses with blood-red eyes, jumping and pecking among the corpses.
From villages, to cities, to the entire country, the raging plague has occupied the entire continent, leaving hundreds of kilometers of land uninhabited.
Among the messy corpses, a group of men in white robes with beak masks carried medicine boxes on their backs, walking like ghosts in deserted villages and towns, burning corpses, cleaning up the dirt, and finding the only survivors. , prepare medicine from the medicine box and try to treat it. Wherever it goes, the medicine box becomes the most sacred symbol in the hearts of the living, reposing everyone's hope for life.
But the medicine box cannot cure the disease every time. The white-robed men who repeatedly contracted diseases while walking fell ill one by one, and the medicine box also circulated among the white-robed people, until the last white-robed man fell in front of the plague. The last person dragged the heavy sick body to collect dry firewood and lit it. He threw his infected body and the medicine box into the flames, eliminating hidden dangers for the last time in the world. At that moment, the burning medicine box burst out with dazzling light, illuminating it instantly. The entire Middle-earth continent.
[Light of Miracles: May we use our lives to call for miracles, may our souls become the light of life, illuminating all souls in the world that are tortured by illness and suffering. 】
The picture dissipated, and the eyes became calm. A small medicine box lay quietly on the stone base.
An advent-level wonder that possesses the power of both healing and light, it is the most powerful weapon against the plague. It offers beauty and hope in exchange for suppressing the plague and death from the source.
This is the light of miracles.
(End of this chapter)