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Chapter 661 The Nameless Prophet and the Nameless Village

Eden stayed here for about five or six days, waiting for the bad luck effect of the bad luck coin to pass.

To be honest, even in a relatively stable environment, the bad luck brought by the unlucky coins still gave Eden a headache.

There are no major disasters, but there are always small disasters.

For example, a rat chewed a hole in my luggage, half of my book was eaten by a rat, scones attracted a lot of flying insects, I was blackmailed and deceived while trying to get information in a small town, I accidentally fell while walking...

Without exception, these successive setbacks prove that this unlucky coin is extremely effective.

But it was precisely because it was so effective that it caused a lot of trouble for Eden.

However, the only good thing is that the environment is still stable. In a day or two, the bad luck effect of the misfortune coins will pass, and he can go search for the remains of the unknown prophet.

"Even though there is a lot of dirt in the world, the Kingdom of Heaven has come. Sin is placed in front of Him, and goodness is also presented to Him for judgment and decision."

Eden had probably finished speaking the verses of the "Thousand-Year Prophet", and the mute old man was fascinated by it.

In the past few days, he has narrated all four sacred classics of the True Religion.

Sitting opposite the old man, Eden exhaled, feeling a little ashamed.

Where does this shame come from? It's actually very simple. Although the pagan scriptures that believe in the King of Kings also include these four sacred classics, I tell it from the perspective of a true believer. For this old man who has different beliefs, is this a kind of deception?

Thinking again about the bullying done to the old man by the True Christian soldiers who had captured this place, Eden's eyes became complicated for a moment.

Thankfully, this illiterate old man was just a lay believer and he didn’t seem to understand the difference in the scriptures.

Dusk slowly swept away from the skyline, and the silhouette of the sun disappeared into the dark forest. After dinner, Eden slowly walked back into the house and went to his bed, lying down while thinking about the unknown prophet. remains.

As night fell, the mute old man walked back and forth in the house. He walked to other rooms and then back to the longhouse. He stopped from time to time and looked out the window silently, as if thinking about something.

Eden was a little confused. The old man didn't raise chickens, ducks, or cattle or sheep. Why was he walking around like this? He started at sunrise and rested at sunset. Now that it was night, he was worried about why.

The priest stood up from the bed, came to the old man, and tried to ask him if something had happened.

The mute old man shook his head, indicating that he was fine, then touched the wrinkles on his face and made gestures, as if to say that he was just old and had some old problems that could not be cured.

Seeing this, Eden returned to his bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the priest suddenly found the mute old man standing beside his bed.

This startled Eden.

The mute old man pushed Eden and pointed to the door.

"What do you mean?"

Eden didn't understand.

The old man still pointed to the door.

Eden got up, put on his shoes, ran out of the door and saw nothing. When he turned around, there was a sound of the door closing.

Afterwards, Eden's luggage was thrown out of the window by the old man.

"Hey, what happened?"

Eden didn't expect this at all, he knocked on the door and asked.

The old man didn't reply. He stood by the window and kept gesturing for Eden to go.

Eden pushed the door and found that it was locked. He tried to persuade the old man, but the latter kept shaking his head and gesturing for Eden to leave.

The priest was puzzled.

inexplicably...

Was he kicked out again?

The last time they were kicked out, it was because the farmer's two sons had committed an offense and came back to seek refuge. Why was it this time?
  Eden wanted to ask, but no matter what he said, no matter how emotional or rational he was, the old man just shook his head.

Confused and helpless, the priest sighed and had no choice but to turn and leave.

I really want to know why the old man drove me away. Is it because of his mental problems? I didn't think about it for a while? Or is it because of something else?
  No matter what it was, I wanted to find out what it was, but the old man was mute and couldn't speak, so I didn't know the reason at all.

Since he is driving me away, then let me go.

Anyway, the bad luck of the unlucky coins is only one day away.

Walking on the street, Eden suddenly wondered if the mute old man drove him away because he discovered that what he was preaching was actually the scriptures of the true religion.

"It's not impossible...this town was once captured by the True Cultists."

When thinking of this, Eden felt guilty.

Did he realize that what he was talking about was the love in the true religion? Did he realize that he was a true believer, just like those who tortured him...

Regardless of whether his guess is correct or not, he has no way of knowing now.

Eden spent some time and finally found a place where he could stay, but instead of sleeping in a house, he slept in the straw of the barn.

Anyway, there was only one day left. Tomorrow was a lucky day, so Eden was not picky and just made do with it for the rest of the day.

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When I woke up the next day,
  The man of the house brought Eden two hard-boiled eggs.

After some questioning, it turned out that the hostess thought it was inappropriate for Eden to sleep in a pile of wheat straw last night, so to compensate, he gave her two hard-boiled eggs.

Two cooked eggs were like pies falling from the sky. When Eden took them, he was sure that this was a sign of good luck.

"Then... let's go to the northwest."

Facing several directions where there might be ruins of the unknown prophet, Eden had a strong idea of ​​going to the northwest to search for them.

It's like, someone is telling myself that the ruins of the unknown prophet are in the northwest!

"This is...the unlucky coin."

Once the luck comes on this day, it will never stop.

Eden stepped into the dense forest with confidence, looking for the ruins that no one could find decades ago.

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After passing through the road commonly used by hunters and loggers, and pushing aside the leaves, Eden came to a section of path only traveled by animals.

This kind of path is not like the kind of path that people have traveled too much. This kind of path is more rugged, more secretive, and overgrown with weeds. If you are not careful, you will get lost on the way, but Eden is not worried about getting lost. Trust your luck.

Although the road was narrow and steep, and there were a lot of stones and branches on the road, Eden didn't stumble because of it. No matter how fast he walked, it was fine, it was almost the same as walking on flat ground.

Although the unlucky coins continuously bring good luck, Eden is not the kind of person who is confident just because of good luck. On the contrary, he is actually alert to the surrounding environment all the way. As Eden moved forward, at some point, mist gradually formed in the forest, and the surrounding scenery began to become hazy.

After some time, Eden had a vague premonition in his heart. At this time, gusts of dark wind swept through the woods.

Looking up, Eden saw that the fog was about to cover the entire forest, and there was no complete ray of sunlight around him. His breathing quickened.

Pushing aside the dense bushes, Eden looked around, and what he saw was a village.

"A village? A village on a hillside...Am I going the wrong way?"

Eden muttered to himself in confusion.

The village in front of you has dozens of houses scattered on the hillside and the flat land behind the hillside. They are all simple wooden houses. There is an oval mill on the edge of the river. The waterwheel next to it is constantly turning. In the village square The stands were empty, but on both sides of the square, there were bakeries and butchers' tables, with bread and uncut meats on them respectively, which looked very lifelike.

Soon, Eden narrowed his eyes.

There was not a single pedestrian on the roads of this village, and its houses seemed equally empty, with nothing in them.

Under the thick fog and the cold wind passing by, this inconspicuous village chief looked mysterious and strange.

"Where have all the people here gone?"

Eden quickly calmed down and looked around the village. The most conspicuous building in this area was an ancient light gray spire church deep in the village.

"Is that a church...or a lecture hall converted from a church?"

No matter which one it is, it means that this place has a strong atmosphere of true religion.

When Eden walked into the village, the fog outside the forest became thicker, as if it had sealed off the entire village.

"What...is happening here?"

Eden carefully observed the houses, looked inside from the windows, and found that the layout inside the houses revealed that there were people living here not long ago.

"It's like... there's a group of invisible people living here."

Eden muttered.

The town was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was Eden's own voice.

Seeing a slightly larger residence, which seemed to be the village chief's home and village meeting place, Eden slowly walked in.

There is nothing special about living in this house. All you can see are extremely ordinary decorations. Tables, chairs, fire pots, water cups... They are no different from ordinary houses. Eden walks around here. After walking around for a while, I saw a study room.

"There is actually a study room here?"

Eden felt a little surprised.

You know, there are very few people who can read. For example, in the small town where I stayed before, only the chief priest and deputy priest of the lecture hall were literate, and the others were illiterate. But in this village, there is a study room, and it is Such a large room proves that the owner of this house is not only literate, but also wealthy.

There are several open books on the desk, as if the owner here was still reading in a hurry before leaving.

Eden touched it, picked up the opened book, and found that it was a notebook.

[My name is...Leben. Since I have severed the father-son relationship with my father, I will not write my father's name and my grandfather's name here. 】

Leben…

Shouldn't it be...

Eden immediately thought of one person.

Although there are many people with the same name, Eden, holding the unlucky coin in his hand, vaguely felt that this Leben was the heretic Leben.

【After all the hardships, I finally found this place. This is the second notebook I have written. The previous notebook is already full. Although I don’t want to write notes like a wizard, I don’t have much time to wake up. I have been in a semi-mad state for several days in a row. Please help me, the King of Kings, when I write the next paragraph. I'm insane. 】

"It seems that he has also been here. Did he...research anything?"

Eden looked down curiously and nervously.

[That church... is too dangerous. Once you enter there, your entire person will be erased from the world. No matter it is books, memories, or history, there will be no trace of that person's existence. No one will remember that person. , even the closest lovers and relatives will not remember it. Damn you idiots, why would they build a church like this? !

I have never dared to enter that church, although I heard that the remains of the unknown prophet are buried there. Of course I am very curious about it, but compared to my own life, I still forget it. 】

I don’t know if it’s because Leben is a talker, but there is a lot of nonsense and lengthy rhetoric in this note.

"It may also be that he had too little waking time and wrote a lot involuntarily."

Eden speculated that he decided to read a part quickly and then read it carefully when he came across the key points.

[I learned from the newly unearthed ancient books that the source of the path of divine creation comes from forty unknown books written by the angels of the True Religion. However, I spent most of my life discovering only fragments of some unknown books.

Moreover, I discovered something that is enough to glorify the gods. The author of the unknown book seems to be our king. Ah, how glorious. It turns out that our gods gave grace to the world thousands of years ago. Of course , I have no doubt that if these words are spoken, they will be regarded as heretical remarks. 】

The unknown tome comes from the King of Kings? !

Eden shuddered.

"No, this can't be true. The path created by God is a gift from the Lord...How can the unknown book come from the King of Kings? This person must have made a mistake."

Eden subconsciously denied it and continued reading.

The following words seemed to support Eden's thoughts.

[Actually, I am not completely sure that it is the King of Kings. There are some words in it that do not seem to come from the mouth of the King of Kings, but from another existence. It is really strange and I can’t figure it out. 】

"It seems that he must have made a mistake. The authors of the unknown books all originated from the same being."

Eden breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest continued to read, and soon he saw Leben's discussion of this village.

[Back to this village, when I came, there was no one here, but... the objects here seemed like someone had lived there.

At first, this seemed strange to me, but when I found out what was going on, I was horrified. 】

【This place, once you enter, you can't get out! 】

Eden's breath hitched when he saw this.

After a while, he regained consciousness again.

"No, this Leben should have gone out. He should have found a way to leave."

Thinking of this, Eden's mind calmed down.

[I guess that this village was actually originally inhabited by people, and these people were extraordinary. 】

[The man who once ran the bakery was the unknown hero who saved Cabril. He should be Jean Locke. The owner of the mill is an unknown socialite who disappeared from Deschanel's empire. And the house on the far left, according to the layout style inside, should belong to the unknown craftsman of Carl Londe, and the butcher is the unknown king of Osenko area...]

(End of this chapter)