Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 228 Meeting and Farewell

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The island seems to be especially blessed by the moonlight.

The black mausoleum, the fuzzy mountain peaks, everything is covered with a bloody coat.

In the forest in the distance, the moonlight sprinkled unevenly from the gaps between the leaves, reflecting red eyes on the ground.

"Catch his daughter first to affect his mental state, and help the corruption of the fallen mother, preventing the fallen mother from finding out that I want Roselle to die completely."

According to Roselle’s diary, all the way to the western waters, you can find strange primitive islands, and according to Roselle’s ambitious speech later, “The emperor’s subjects should not only be human beings, these extraordinary creatures can also become my subjects.” !” It is speculated that Roselle most likely has a hidden mausoleum built by extraordinary animals, that is, the undiscovered ninth mausoleum.

From a human point of view, it is indeed quite a genius to make extraordinary creatures one's own subjects.

If there was no interference from external forces, if he hadn't seen the moon before then, Roselle would have been able to resurrect successfully and continue to operate the battered Intis Empire, which was almost entirely maintained by Roselle's personal charm. go down.

"Rosell has been dying for so long, and he can basically declare failure. Anyway, he still has Mr. Men in his hands, so you don't mind if I take action on this failed product?"

The abacus in Edward's heart was crackling. Agaritu tried to grab Klein while the real creator was not paying attention, but was unfortunately stopped by Bernadette.And a small person left in his hand suddenly jumped back, which should all be a manifestation of "bad luck".According to such "bad luck", when Klein and the others leave the Sea of ​​​​God's War, nine out of ten there will be various other resistances leading to failure.

In this case, let's just get rid of Bernadette first, and see what else can happen afterwards.

He took the score and pointed to the mausoleum in the distance.

"Rosell is inside."

"Go in and have a look, Bernadette, the person you've been looking for."

"He's waiting for you too."

Bernadette didn't speak, she quietly observed the huge mausoleum, not a single weed grew on its surface, nor did it cover the common vines in other places on the mountain.

This allowed Bernadette to directly see the various characters and symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the "eye of secret peeping", as well as the heavy stone door nearly 30 meters high that seemed to be prepared for giants.

Bernadette is no stranger to those words and symbols, and after a little identification, she recognized that they either came from the "Civil Code" formulated and promulgated by her father, or belonged to the new social fashion he created, or were directly some Invented blueprints.

"I've always had a question that I wanted to ask Him."

Bernadette spoke softly. She saw the mausoleum, and she also seemed to see her own destiny: "But I don't think you will let me see him alive."

"No, of course not, I hope that your father and daughter have been reunited for a long time." Edward said, "You can see him."

"And then I'm going to die?"

"That's right." The devil readily admitted, "You won't be alone for long, and I'll send your father to accompany you soon."

Bernadette exhaled lightly, death was imminent, she had calmed down, and said:

"I have one last question."

Edward stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood beside the piano, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you ask earlier? It's not a smart choice to cram for a while. Of course, if you are smarter, you won't become a pirate."

"Well—but it's hard to say. If you are doing too well as the princess, your father who is very controlling will probably have a hard time doing it." Edward shook his head regretfully, in a way similar to Bernadella's. He said casually, "You are such a perfect daughter, everything is in line with your father's ideas."

Bernadette was not affected by these words. When she was born and grew up, the Gustav family was still an upper-middle-level noble, and had not received the education of the emperor or ruler. However, since the whole family believed in the god of steam and machinery, this Bernadette also has the right to inherit the holy scriptures that a god promotes gender equality.

This right of inheritance has always existed, even when they became princes and princesses.

Roselle was already a saint when he became the consul, and he even became an angel in his later years. Although Roselle did nothing more than use external expansion to cover up the country's internal conflicts, he did not do very well. It would be foolish for Xiao to think of the position of an almost godly, immortal emperor.She couldn't accept those excessive laws and colonial wars, and fled to the sea, which was the best way she could think of.

"my question is……"

Bernadette squatted down and used her fingers to draw traces on the ground, horizontal and vertical... Among them, there were many continuous strokes and inverted strokes, as well as excessively straight horizontal lines. These traces finally formed two to three symbols .

She stood up and asked:

"These two Luo... Chinese, what do they mean?"

Edward looked down, and then said with emotion:

"This is 'Hometown.'"

"Homeland?" Bernadette heard this Intis word, she was a little clear, but she also had more doubts.

Edward pondered for a few seconds before giving an accurate answer.

"Not exactly, I can find the most accurate translation. Intis doesn't have a closer meaning to this word, and neither does Ruen, but there is a similar word in Feysac."

He read slowly in the ancient Fusac language: "The place where the blood comes from."

Bernadette, who read all kinds of knowledge, quickly found this word from memory. This word is indeed a unique vocabulary of Fusac, because only Fusac people always miss the distance inexplicably, like a sad poet , I miss a place that does not exist in history, I miss the source of the giant family in myths and legends, the real body of the "Twilight Giant Palace", the distant "Giant King's Court".

The legendary homeland of giants appeared in their dreams, in their imaginations, in the poems of troubadours and ancient records, even the Feysacs who were born abroad and had never been exposed to similar cultures would occasionally To the hometown far away from the phantom.

This is a phenomenon that theory and research cannot explain, and only extraordinary ability can explain it.

Hence the term was born:

"The place where the blood comes from".

Bernadette frowned slightly, and fell into thinking: The root of the name Roselle does come from the language of giants...

"This means... Roselle also has Feysac's blood? He also often dreams of the hometown of the giants, so he feels nostalgic?"

"Oh, nobles from all over the world are related by marriage, and the ancestors of the Gustav family were also married. If there is, it is true. But it is not for this reason."

Edward explained patiently:

"You can ask Himself these words, or you can ask me... Your father comes from an ancient era. 'Ancient' often means powerful and mysterious now, but not always..."

"Your father's soul comes from the past, from a long-destroyed era, where he was born, grew up, and then slept, spanning four eras, and came to the present world as we know it."

"Therefore, he misses it. His real relatives and friends have been buried in the unknown distant history. He longs to go back. He will never be able to go back, and he does not want to establish a deep relationship with the present world, so he has been There will be a sense of fragmentation.”

"Home, native land, where the family lives, the source, those things put together is what that word means."

He finished speaking with an academic precision, and then looked at Bernadette, waiting for her answer.

Bernadette stood up straight again, and there were more complicated emotions in her blue eyes. After a while, she asked:

"Why did he choose these two words as a talisman for me?"

"This kind of text has no extraordinary power, nor can it arouse spirituality, it is just a simple symbolic text."

"You have too many questions, Bernadette." Edward said, "But I am willing to answer this question."

"The real amulet is not these two words, but the person who can understand these two words."

Bernadette looked at Edward suspiciously.

"I'm not the person He wants." Edward spread his hands, "He has long guessed that there are more guests from past times hidden in this world, so I teach you these two words, and you can listen to them in the future." Those who understand these two words and have a sense of identity with them are your real talismans."

Bernadette fell silent.

She thought of the "fool" who could decipher Rosselwen.

"What kind of place is the source of the blood?" She said to herself, "It can make the two words have such a powerful effect."

Edward didn't answer, because although he could understand, he couldn't empathize.

In the next second, Bernadette raised her right hand.

Suddenly her skin became as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her hair as black as ebony.In her hand, there is an illusory, ancient mirror.

This is "Snow White" in fairy tale magic, and Bernadette uses it to improve the success rate and accuracy of her "prophecy".

Silently, she "saw" a scene:
The majestic and majestic dark mausoleum visibly shook, and the heavy and tall stone gate opened.

Then, a huge black arm stretched out from the stone gate.

The scale of this arm is close to those of the trees on the island. Judging from the color and state, it is more like a part of the shadow, but it is not a thin layer, but filled with flesh and blood, which looks extremely weird.

It supported the ground with its elbows, and moved forward with difficulty, as if it wanted to pull out the larger and more terrifying part that followed.

Boom!

The whole island began to shake.

boom!
The pair of "mystery-seeking eyes" that tended to be transparent suddenly shattered.

Bernadette's eyes closed immediately, as if she saw a bright light that she couldn't look directly at, or suffered unbearable damage.

There was obvious blood dripping from the corners of her eyes, and her face paled a lot.

And on her body, pairs of illusory and holy wings spread out, neutralizing some invisible pollution with the falling of pure white feathers.

Edward watched all this quietly, then he turned his head and looked at the gate of the mausoleum:
"You should go, Bernadette. You have come before me, and the road from life to death has been completed, and it is time to embrace your ending."

These words carried an irresistible magic power. Bernadette finally turned her head and glanced at the woods behind her. Her sight seemed to penetrate the ocean and forest and reach somewhere far away.

She closed her eyes, and her childhood home appeared in her mind. In her small yard, there was a swing made by her father, and the walls were covered with ivy and morning glory every spring. She recalled the streets of Trier, recalled For those vibrant people, she thought of the sea, and wanted the "Elemental Dawn" that would lose her shelter after death. Sadness and pain spread uncontrollably in her heart.

"No matter what Father thinks..."

"Intis, the place where He and his mother are is my 'hometown'."

She turned her head and walked towards the main entrance of the mausoleum step by step.

"Mother?"

Behind her, Edward showed a strange expression, shook his head slowly, and sighed:
"Under the moonlight here...you can't use that kind of word."

But Bernadette didn't hear these words, the black road under her feet had come to an end, but she felt her body became lighter, and joy and joy suddenly appeared in her heart, as if she had returned to the carefree world. When I was a girl, I walked the streets of Trier.

She felt the call from the mausoleum, like a mother's whisper.

The heavy door of the mausoleum appeared in front of her. At this moment, a voice appeared in Bernadette's ear. She seemed to hear a voice coming from behind the door, as if Queen Matilda was calling her.

The moonlight shifted and shone on the gate of the mausoleum, filling every carving on the gate.

Bernadette stepped on the moonlight, and suddenly disappeared from the outside world, and walked into the dark and dark mausoleum.

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Without using the ability of "peeking into secrets", everything here is clearly presented in front of her eyes:

The interior of the "Black Emperor" mausoleum is full of distorted and chaotic spiritual power, and it is also covered with red moonlight from nowhere. On the high platform in the center, there is a seat prepared for a giant. Made of iron, the surface is engraved with complicated and twisted patterns, and the top of the backrest extends upwards in the shape of a crown.

There seem to be many twisted and weird words engraved on the wall, and countless withered dark green vines are entwined on this throne. They climb all over the inner wall and ground of the mausoleum, making this place full of decline and vicissitudes after being isolated from the world for thousands of years breath.

At this time, on this heavy and huge seat, there was a dark shadow, motionless, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Just as Bernadette was about to take a tentative step and approached the high platform, she suddenly found that her body could not move at all, as if she was firmly bound in place by invisible shackles.

In a flash of thought, Bernadette felt her right eye start to itch.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly, and turned into tiny arms that stretched up to her face, trying hard to pull the eyeball out.

"I saw it! I saw it!" The blood vessels in Bernadette's right eye protruded, and she made a childish and light voice on her own, as if she had acquired her own wisdom and consciousness.

This is also a kind of "new life".

Almost at the same time, Bernadette's left ear suddenly drooped, covering the ear canal.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" cried the ear in a slightly shrill voice.

If she didn't use her spirituality to perceive, Bernadette would definitely think that there was a little girl beside her, covering her ears and stomping her feet and screaming.

But when all this happened, Bernadette didn't have any thought of stopping it. Under the crimson moonlight, these mutated limbs made her feel strangely friendly, as if they were brothers and sisters of the same mother.

Bernadette approached the high platform step by step, her body twisted and mutated rapidly, but she didn't seem to feel it, she still opened her mouth slightly, and read out a Chinese word with a correct accent:
"home……"

The motionless black shadow suddenly reacted, its upper body slowly lifted up, and looked at Bernadette.

A dry, hoarse voice immediately echoed in the hidden space:
"home……"

There was a little hesitation, a little confusion, and a feeling of seeking confirmation in this voice, as if it came from another world.

The black shadow struggled, and red slits were torn open on his body, as if many bright red eyes had grown in an instant.The black shadow struggled violently, but was tightly bound to the seat by the dead branches that pierced through his body, unable to move even an inch.

"Leave!" Sombra finally realized what was about to happen, "Get out of here!!"

Bernadette didn't answer, her lips murmured a few times, and finally she showed a sad smile.

Then, her body slowly melted, and the five sense organs left her face, took on a life of their own, and moved around up and down the body.Her limbs and every organ released sounds that did not belong to Bernadette. They came alive, and the dead and silent mausoleum was filled with the lively laughter of the children.

They scrambled to get out of their mother bodies, and left together with flesh and blood and spiritual brilliance. If they accidentally knocked down the withered vines on the ground, they would lose their spirituality instantly and turn into ashes.

"Bastard!!!!" Roselle's eyes were tearing apart.

The piece of meat that was originally Bernadette fell to the ground, slowly losing its vitality.Her spiritual body returned to her mother, waiting for her father, and the organs and body that once belonged to Bernadette became new children, surrounding Roselle's throne, with crisp childlike expressions that were similar or not at all like Bernadette's. The voice called to him.

As a twisting storm raged, the horrific creatures were torn to pieces, and silence returned to the mausoleum.

Dots of spiritual brilliance emanate from their bodies, gather together, and become an extraordinary characteristic like a transparent eye.

In the next second, more cracks opened on the black figure, and they bloomed blood-red flowers on different parts of the body from the head all the way down.

This made Roselle seem to be left with only a layer of shadow, which was wrapped in a mass of blood-red things emitting pure brilliance.

The roar full of pain and despair echoed inside the mausoleum, but it couldn't shake Yuehua and the branches.

Edward listened to the sound, looked up at the grand moonlight, and sighed.

"The Fallen Mother Goddess is not even willing to give me Extraordinary characteristics. It seems that in order to mysteriously reappear, I have to grab the element Dawn myself."

TBC
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First off, just because I write stories like this doesn't mean I'm a real-world sociopath.

Secondly, this is a novel, you don't have to read it if you don't like it.

After that, if you can't accept it, you can go to the original work or other fans. Not only is Bernadette alive and well, but she has also become an angel.

In the end, if you want me not to write, just give me 1000 million.

Tang Nuannuan asked why the first novel in my life was in such dire straits.

(End of this chapter)