Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Enmat Harbor, in a sunny room.

The glass of the protruding belly window revealed a handsome face, with dark pupils, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and slightly raised corners of the eyes, slender dark eyebrows flying diagonally into the temples, and a straight nose. The lips are light and bright red, the face is well-defined, the skin is smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, but the complexion is slightly pale and bloodless, and it seems that he has not been in the sun for a long time, which makes this young and extremely handsome gentleman have a morbid and strange beauty.

Holding a just-opened envelope in his hand, he pulled out the letter inside and stood in front of the bright window, reading the letters from his subordinates.

"Dear Mr. Z:"

"Following your teachings, I pray to the great Lord every day, which makes me feel purified and sublimated in body and mind, and liberates my spirit, and I feel the presence of the Lord, who is in all things , He is in my body..."

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"In addition, I developed a believer in Tingen."

"He is active in the circle of occultism enthusiasts in Tingen, and has a high prestige in the circle of fortune-tellers. He has studied occultism for many years, and has a relatively in-depth understanding of occultism. He only needs a leader. Man, take him to open the door to an extraordinary world."

"I secretly promoted our ideas to him on the grounds of discussing mysticism. He agreed with us very much, believing that mysteries exist in everyone's body. As long as you use appropriate methods to tap your own potential, you can gain extraordinary power."

"His name is Heiners Vincent, a wise and sociable man, and I think he is very helpful to our great mission in Tingen, so I would like to recommend him to you."

"The information of Hinas Vincent is attached, waiting for your instructions at any time."

With her white fingers with clear joints, she pulled out a few sheets of thin letter paper from the envelope, and a photo fell as the paper was pulled out.

This handsome Mr. Z stretched out his hand to catch this photo.

This is a half-length photo of Haines Vincent, wearing a black classic robe, with the Divination Club in the background. He must be in his thirties, and his thick brown hair seems to be lacking in care, criss-crossing it, because the hair is thick and strong and the roots are distinct, which reminds Mr. Z of a seabird's nest. His skin was rough, and he even had some obvious acne marks, dark circles around his eyes, and heavy bags under his eyelids.

As soon as Mr. Z saw Haines Vancent in the photo, he couldn't help frowning his beautiful eyebrows, looked away, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, when he looks like this, why doesn't he believe in tyrants?"

Mr. Z stood in front of the window for a while, and suddenly said abruptly:

"Hmph, Sirius, an idiot, everyone wants to develop into an organization!"

He brought the information on Haines Vancent to his eyes again, browsed it hastily, and then turned back to the desk in the room. He sat down at the desk, picked up the new stationery, and began to reply.

"Pray to the Lord sincerely..."

"You need to pay more attention to the matter of welcoming the coming of the Lord's children, do the preliminary work of collecting materials and choosing a sufficiently concealed and suitable location, you should..."

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"It remains to be seen that Haines Vincent joins the organization."

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Hynas hurried back home, and didn't go to bed after washing up as usual. After a brief wash, he took the newly acquired notes to the living room.

The dark black cardboard-covered notes were placed on the desk, and Haines couldn't wait to open the first page.

Then, Hynas was stunned, and found that he didn't know these words.

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

There was a quick knock on the door at 19 Howles Street.

When the sky was slightly bright, Haines Vincent impatiently came to the block where Sirius Arepis was, and knocked on the door of No. 19.

Sirius had already woken up early and was sitting in the lounge waiting for breakfast.

After asking the master, the servant opened the door and welcomed Heinus, whose dark circles were more obvious, into the living room. Sirius was already waiting in the living room.

"Hainas, good morning, what's the matter for coming to visit me so early?"

Sirius asked the anxious and excited Hynas with a little curiosity.

Hynas looked around the living room and found that there was no servant there, so he lowered his voice and said, "Sirius, I got a magical notebook. I think it may be the magical item you mentioned."

"What? Where did you put it? Carry it with you?"

Sirius was shocked and stood up quickly, instead of stepping forward, he took a few steps back and asked in a bit of horror.

"Yes, I brought it."

Saying that, Hynas hurriedly took out the notes and stepped forward to show them to Sirius.

Sirius quickly took a few steps back and approached the door of the living room with his agility that was not suitable for his age. At the same time, he said in a somewhat high-pitched voice:

"Stop, don't get close, you put it on the coffee table."

Only then did Haines realize that Sirius had an unreasonable reaction.

Following Sirius' request, he put the notes on the marble coffee table. Then he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Sirius."

Sirius carefully distinguished Hainas' state for a while and found that there was nothing unusual about him. Slightly relieved, he turned his attention to the dark black-covered notes on the coffee table. After reading it for a while, he didn't feel that his spirituality was unusually touched, so he looked at Hainas with some reproach in his tone.

"Didn't I teach you that magical items have terrible negative effects. Don't touch them rashly. They will affect you, pollute you, and even turn you into a monster. How can you just carry it with you?"

Haines moved his lips, but did not make a sound, and then murmured a word: "But there is nothing unusual about it."

Sirius walked to the coffee table, looked at the notebook, and said, "Why do you think this notebook is a magical item?"

"I found it in the antiquities market. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Although it didn't look like an ancient book, I insisted on buying it back at a high price."

"I don't think ordinary ancient books will attract me so much."

"I came home and found the symbols or words on it. They looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them."

"Although I can't distinguish these words, but watching them carefully, I feel dizzy, and I feel that these words are like a suction, which firmly **** my spirit and mind."

"I want to decipher these words. My intuition tells me that there must be secrets hidden here, and deciphering them will be very rewarding."

Sirius didn't answer, he reached out and opened the cover of the note.

What catches my eye are some familiar words, but they are not common and common words, nor are they mysterious and extraordinary Hermes. Sirius carefully identified it and found that it was somewhat similar to the general writing structure of the Northern Continent, but it was not the writing of any country in Loen, Feysac, or Intis.

"This should be the ancient Feysak script. The common language of the modern northern continent evolved from it, so you will feel familiar but not recognizable when you look at these words."

"I'm not very familiar with the ancient Feysack, I think we need to go to the library to borrow some dictionaries or related references."

The two studied the notes for a while. Since they could not read the text, the two found nothing. In the end, the two decided that Sirius should submit the notes for storage, and Haines went to his own circle to inquire whether he could find Gufusa at the university. For the translation of the Grammar literature, Sirius went to the Deville Library to borrow the relevant dictionaries.

A day passed in a hurry. In the evening, Haines and Sirius gathered again at 19 Howles Street to exchange the harvest of the day.

Since Haynes had to find out about Hoy University's library through a friend, he didn't really gain anything.

Sirius has already borrowed the dictionary and related books such as "Origin and Evolution of Ancient Feysak" and "History of Northern Continent Civilization" from Deville Library.

The two of them translated the words on the notes bit by bit towards the dictionary. This is difficult, because Old Feysack is quite different from modern writing, and they wouldn't even be sure it was a variant of Old Feysack if it weren't for the fact that the composition of sentences and the roots of words were very similar to modern writing.

The two had been busy for almost the whole night, until the window turned pale and there was a hungry protest from their stomachs, only to realize that they had not slept all night, and Sirius even forgot to pray to the great existence!

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