Night Crow Master Chapter 105
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The other two boards were taken by Prometheus .
In addition to a few dots on one piece, there was a paragraph .
Art’s eyes lingered on the board for a long time, thinking about what was written on it, and ten minutes later, he looked at another piece .
The other one is the one that art saw in the cluttered hut, with holes drilled in it and connected with black lines to form a pattern .
Putting three boards on the ground, art thought and adjusted his position several times:
[he played the epic of shadow,
and brought the glorious empire to its peak,
just like the hero of an opera actor .
However, it also touches the reality,
and this is also the beginning of the destruction of the Empire
along with time, it moves towards the shadow .
The unknown Gemini is in the ground .
All shadows, all shadows,
the red star rises and the gray star falls .
I am the shadow, and so are you .
My song, like tears, no longer flows .
The soul cannot sing .
One twelfth of the lost, I don’t know where to go .
The empire fell apart, and the glory was still gone .
The neglected cubs are biting the truth woven by lies .
The Empire collapsed .
We, too, will be destroyed . ]
the incomprehensible star chart is put aside for the time being, and the whole article written in Allen language should be poetry .
The glorious empire that collapsed ten thousand years ago .
It’s a pity that Yat doesn’t know much about the history of Rongguang empire . What he knows and can do with Rongguang empire’s car is that there are only a few empires on Rongguang continent, and there are some words in the magic transcripts in his inventory .
He, opera actor, shadow, red star and grey star, Gemini, underground, lost one twelfth, cubs, lies . . .
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a series of sentences carry various images that he can’t understand at all . He doesn’t understand whether this content is a secret epic, or whether an imperial wizard writes a lot of sentences without illness when the Empire dies .
But what’s the secret from the fact that promi is so nervous?
Art turned to promi and asked, “do you know the metaphor of these three boards?”
The next moment, he heard Prometheus’ inner voice:
“metaphor? What metaphor? Those weird sentences? Is there a secret? What is the secret other than my birth? Kill me if I know? But I really don’t know! I don’t have any memory . . . Just say I don’t know? But if he thinks I’m worthless because I don’t know, will it destroy me? ”
At the slightest unconsciousness, Yat labeled promi as “victim delusion”, and promi’s self talk also made him sigh . This guy should not know .
Then, promi’s voice rang out: “these boards seem to have something to do with me, but I don’t know anything about them . I just hide them . . . ”
language can be embellished . Who will believe this reason?
Art said to himself, and then glanced at him: “that’s it . You bury the body first . ”
“Yes! Master Without saying a word, Prometheus immediately turned around and floated away . He manipulated several phantoms to carry up the bodies of the six men and prepare to bury them .
Looking at promi’s movements, art shakes his head and then turns his eyes to the inventory .
I just hope the inventory can give him some useful information .
The palm of the hand brushed over the surface of the three boards, and there were three more boards in one of the shelves .
[broken wood Lv2: the ordinary board that records the nameless poetry and legendary star map written by the last glory wizard Macmillan, the glory Empire, has been broken without any strength . 】
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What Yat was worried about happened . The three boards were just ordinary boards with no information .
However, only “the last glorious wizard Macmillan”, “nameless poetry” and “legendary star map” were given to him .
There was no detailed explanation .
Headache .
The only feeling at the moment is this . Then he shakes his head . Since there is no way to solve the problem now, he can only deal with it later . After going to durard county city, he can find a chance to check the information .
His eyes swept over the parchment that occupied the squares of the inventory, or other vehicles that recorded something .
Automatic secretary is indeed a good thing . . .
he observed the inscriptions in his spiritual sea, and only one of the four was the same as that of the automatic secretary .
Do you need to imitate the eight inscriptions of the automatic Secretary first?
Automatic secretary, intensive reading, fast record . Although these three kinds of inscriptions can’t help him directly in battle, they are very important for sorting out information . . .
for the fifth inscription to be engraved this evening, we should choose the inscription on the automatic secretary .
Art’s eyes swept out of the house . The heavy rain had become much smaller . The raindrops fell on the ground which had accumulated a lot of water . The ghostly was digging holes in the ground with slow movements . I didn’t know whether it was with hands or feet or other parts .
The phantoms have come back to their original form – soft, grayish brown bodies like slim, and most of those who didn’t participate in the excavation have retained the unfinished deformation – a bit like the odd plasticine made by a child in the shape of a crow but not a crow .
In particular, their stiff and slow movements have deepened this impression .
. . .
at night, Prometheus, who had controlled the phantoms to bury the corpse, looked at Yat, who was already in meditation, and the circle of crow servants around him . Some of them waved their wings without tears .
Looking at the wing which was far away from the human hand, Prometheus could not help sighing . He had already accepted his life and could not resist completely . What else could he do? Even if it raises the idea of resistance, it is bound by another force, and its strength does not respond to this idea at all .
If it didn’t know that it was in a spirit state, it thought it was possessed in some kind of tattered corpse .
Then it turns and looks at the phantoms that he controls and disguises as branches in the woods . . .
wait for him, no, when the master’s meditation is over, ask the master to allow him to use a shapeshift to make his body .
Although it’s special, being in the form of a spirit doesn’t make any difference, but somehow it still wants a body . . .
because you used to be the core of a puppet .
Art, who was sitting in the room, was speechless . He wanted to go into meditation and engrave, but the chirping thoughts of Prometheus kept coming to his mind .
Originally, it was just to be alert to the possible malice, so it was not blocked . But now it seems that sometimes, it is better to shield this noisy guy .
PS: py trade, py trade, the first py transaction in this book . I, God, Redeemer, are recommended by my friendship .
I used to pursue his book my gods and the Holy See, which is now back to the starting point and is also the book of the game area_ (:з」∠)_
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