Chapter 73 Verses and Prophecies
“Well, actually, yes, we have always had this library.” Magnus said, standing under the bright and pure glass windows of the Tizca Great Library, “ Strictly speaking, I did not rebuild the entire Tizca. For example, in the old city, which is the area closest to the coast of Tizca, I did not adjust the buildings on the gentle slope. I thought it was destroying the entertainment habits we had already developed. Unnecessary, yes, there are many entertainment venues there, including markets, theaters, board games, jewelry and wig making workshops..."
He was very self-aware and put all the things in Tizka Stop the introduction before the location types are announced and replace it with a concluding statement: "That's it, we call Tizca the City of Light, my...brother."
"If you're not sure How to call me, you can call me by my name."
Magnus breathed a subtle sigh of relief: "Yes, that is the purpose of names in conventional social life in a secular sense, Perturabo. ”
Perturabo seriously observed the various treasures in the great library. In addition to the several-meter-high bookshelves and the countless books written in different languages on the shelves, he had just passed several large and beautifully arranged treasures. Exhibition Hall, and the various exquisite works stored in the exhibition hall complement the brilliant decorations designed by skilled craftsmen around it.
"Have you finished learning all the languages here?" a plain voice asked. The man in black robe's fingers wrapped in clean cloth traced a row of book spines on the library bookshelf, and stopped on a book with light green text and gilded text. He gently pulled out the book and read from the catalog.
The color in the bright eyes of the red Primarch was fixed on the combination of emerald and gold, and his humility revealed a strong sense of pride: "Well, almost all of them. I also remember this place. Each book, such as the one in your hand, is a collection of poems passed down from the old night, although only fragments of each work remain, and the author cannot be identified."
Mo. Else opened an article: "History is full of cunning lanes, patchwork corridors/and endings. She deceives us with whispering ambition/guides us with vanity."
Magnus picked up immediately. Text: "Think about it/She gives to us when we are not paying attention/And she gives to us in a coquettish and charming way/The more she gives, the more people crave for her."
Morse handed the collection of poems to Perturabo, who came to him. The latter immediately continued reading along the lines of where Morse was looking, never allowing himself to fall out of the conversation: "...given too much. Late/given something that is not believed in; or, if it is still believed/it is only in the memory, a kind of aftertaste enthusiasm/given too early/given to fragile hands, deemed not needed/until rejection causes fear. ."
Morse smiled, "Sometimes I feel that poetry and prophecy are the same thing. In particular, listeners need to interpret them according to their subjective tendencies and find their own position in the poetry. ——Even though the poet may not have wanted to say that to the listener at all."
Magnus immediately corrected his expression and corrected Morse very seriously in what he considered to be his professional field: "That's the case with poetry, but. In fact, prophecy is obviously a professional subject."
His expression told Morse that this young scholar was trying his best to come up with less academic terms to make it easier for others to understand.
“The vast ocean contains the roots of the past, reality and future. You need to weaken the connection between yourself and the material universe, liberate your body from the physical body, go deep into the vast ocean, and observe the emotions and dimensions. The vortex must not only sensitively open its consciousness to the essence of nothingness, welcome the fragments and cracks that transcend time and space, but must not disturb the original energy structure, and it must stop in time after capturing the target, retain and deepen the memory of the images seen, and proceed afterwards. When recording and analyzing, it is also necessary to distinguish between the images that are actually foreseen and the fictitious mapping and framing media in the prophecies..."
"Do you have any special research on prophecies?" Perturabo asked while Magnus was speaking. Magnus was not annoyed at being interrupted. His high-speed thinking moved on to the next step without any stagnation. topic, after all, he really had too many things to say.
“Well, I am opening a school of thought. I decided to call it Black Crow because I recently made a mechanical raven. We can look at it together in the future. It does not use the power of ether, only relies on mechanics. The structure can make the linked changes of claws, tail, wings, beak, and trunk... Well, prophecy is never a mysterious witchcraft. The same is true for other application techniques of ether. Through more research, I will Find out the rules behind all this."
Perturabo nodded when he heard the mechanical structure.
When it comes to research projects, the only thing that can stop Magnus's eloquent introduction is Morse's unmoved eyes. This person who claimed to be his father's friend made Magnus feel uneasy for no reason from time to time, and Perturabo's nod made Magnus mistakenly think that his little brother wanted to hear this part of the prophecy.
He hesitated for a moment and said: "Some of the books I wrote are included in this big library, and some are still in my residence. I want to build a big pyramid as my private sanctuary. , I will add more in-depth research books to my pyramid later. "Some of the teachings on the etheric winds and techniques for contacting the Prime Creator are dangerous and not suitable for placement in public libraries."< br>
"You know this is dangerous." Morse said calmly, taking the book of poetry held by Perturabo and helping the boy put it back on the bookshelf that he could only reach by jumping up.
"Well, of course I know." Magnus said, "The energy of the ether can swallow the minds of mortals, and there are a few unfriendly and inferior creatures who want to eat their soul power. So I won't Let unguided mortals be exposed to danger."
"And what about you?" asked Perturabo. "No danger to you?"
"Ah... to me? I only need a thought to drive away the predator." Magnus smiled a little shyly, it was difficult to tell him Does your face become redder?
"I know very well how to observe the changing tides of the vast ocean, and I also know how to make the primordial winds obediently listen to my will. Well... In fact, scholars consider me worthy of being their mentor because I discovered the correct way to observe And the method of using ether."
"As for how to give my method to mortals, so that everyone can elevate their perception to a higher level and see the truth and light I see. It will be a very complicated problem. I think I can open some colleges and write some enlightenment books..."
"By the way, you said you are artists," Magnus suddenly thought of this, he He happily shook his thick red hair that was barely held by his crown, "Can we design the appearance of buildings and books together?"
Morse made a very light breath from his nasal cavity. "Did your father ever say that you were very similar to him?"
"Really?" A glimmer of joy flashed across Magnus's face. "Is it really similar?"
Morse tapped his temple with his finger to indicate to others that he was remembering.
"I remember that the Emperor wrote a letter many years ago looking forward to a better future." He said softly, "Let me repeat the core sentences. I remember him saying this-"
"——There must be other existences outside the universe. Beyond our sight and fingertips, higher-level forces will guide us and protect us." He swallowed a few irrelevant words, "I Knowing that there is a higher world beyond our dreams, I believe it is full of kindness."
Morse looked at Magnus, without any hint of encouragement or praise in his voice. : "So you and him are really similar."
Before Magnus became even redder due to excitement, Morse added: "It's just that I need to remind you that this letter is actually The tenses used are all in the past tense, and the man's true attitude at the time is condensed in the present tense at the end of the letter: 'I don't want to go there,' he said.
The last paragraph is from Unmarked, written by the Emperor to Orpeson.
(End of this chapter)