Bologg stood up, like a black wall, blocking the light. Duval was in his shadow and raised his head in confusion.
"Why……"
Dua murmured, looking at Boluogo in confusion, "Why did I only notice this problem now?"
Bologg's rising suspicion and anger dissipated, and Dua's eyes showed sincerity, as if he had never thought about it before Bologg raised this question.
Dua fanatically worshiped King Solomon, but never knew his name.
This is so ridiculous.
It seems that Dewar was not aware of this problem from the beginning...no one was aware of this problem.
There was a hint of coldness in Boluoge's heart. Dua's confusion reminded Boluogo of himself not long ago.
If it hadn't been for Aimu's question, I'm afraid that Boluogo wouldn't have tried to recall his experience in Redwood Town in a few decades.
Boluogo heard someone describe this feeling. As time changes, many long-standing things have been forgotten by you. When you suddenly think of it one day, a strong sense of strangeness and familiarity invades you, and you may even
asked himself doubtfully.
"Have I really been through this?"
Like a dream.
Boluogo began to write a diary, recording the important events that happened in his life one by one, along with the items related to them at the time.
Such as the ticket to a show that Bologna will never show up for.
The lifespan of the undead is so long that they need something to prove their existence.
Bologg stood there blankly. The noisy sounds around him receded and the light became dim. A dark shadow enveloped Bologg, and then burning pain wrapped around his body.
The scorching phantom pain slammed into Boluogo's nerves. He raised his hand. In a trance, Boluogo could see the flames that were igniting again. They were tearing at his body, the blood was burned to ashes, and the bones and flesh were smelted.
into carbon.
The next moment, the burning pain disappeared, the darkness dissipated, and the hustle and bustle returned. Boluogo stumbled back into his chair, with a stern expression and clenched fists.
Just like when the light shines.
Before witnessing the burning of the light with his own eyes, Boluogo had been unable to judge the authenticity of the light and only thought it was his own hallucination.
Looking at Dua, Dua's expression was much more frightened than that of Boluogo. He huddled in his chair, his body shaking violently. He scolded himself for not even knowing King Solomon's name. Then he realized
, I was so fanatical that I didn’t realize that there must be something wrong somewhere.
Du Wa whispered, "There are such rumors among the Truth Monks..."
Bologger listened carefully.
The others did not notice the abnormality here, and only regarded it as Boluoge interrogating the information he needed. The two of them remained calm, but their hearts were in turmoil.
Du Wa said hesitantly, "King Solomon is an extremely rare person who embodies the contract school."
"So? Don't dawdle."
Bologg asked forcefully, the essence of the wrath of the Scorched Earth is the dispute between devils, and King Solomon's figure runs through the whole dispute. Bologg needs to figure out what is going on.
"There have always been some strange voices among us. They believe that the reason why King Solomon achieved such high achievements was not due to his own talents, but... to conspire with the devil."
When he mentioned this, Duva felt a twisted and strange feeling in his heart, as if he was saying something that made him ashamed. Then he sadly realized that the attitude of the Order Bureau was correct.
To a certain extent, the Order of the Truth Monks is an organization that worships technology with the secret source as its god, and King Solomon is the agent of the god in the world.
This is the current situation. You know what the problem is, but you are unable to change it. Sometimes you even feel that this is not bad.
"King Solomon made a deal with the devil, obtained the forbidden knowledge and technology, and created a great holy city."
Duva's voice was very soft, and his eyes looked straight ahead, as if Boluogo no longer existed.
"The Contract School originated from the power of the devil, and the name has a different meaning to the devil."
Borogo understood this and responded, "If you want to call a devil, you must first know its name."
Borogo didn't know the astronaut's name, so he didn't have the power to call on him.
"This is also true for the condensers of the contract school. As witnesses of the contract, they need to write their names on the oath and use the power of the devil to bind each other in the contract."
Dua said, "Contract School Ninghua practitioners will hide their real names. Only when they witness the oath, they will write it on the oath. Outside of witnessing the oath, they use pseudonyms and nicknames to represent themselves."
"In the final analysis, these confidentiality methods are still too simple. The more powerful contract school condensers will borrow the power of the devil to make the devil cover up his name, such as... some 'real name sealing'.
Under the influence of the devil, people often do not notice the existence of the name of the Contract School’s Sublime Master unless reminded by the outside world.”
"Are we affected by the closure of real names?" said Borogo.
"It should be like this. Damn it, with King Solomon's power, we won't have the idea of wanting to know his name... we shouldn't even have the idea."
Dewar asked Burlogo, "Why do you ask such a question?"
Boluogo may think it's nothing, just a name, but for Dewar, this means something completely different.
Before Bologg asked himself the question, he had been under the influence of the sealing of his real name, but judging from Bologg's questioning posture, he was not aware of this strangeness at all. Bologg transcended the sealing of his real name.
"I just thought about it and asked," Boluogo didn't lie. "Like you, I am curious about everything about King Solomon."
Dua said, "In other words, you don't feel any strangeness at all?"
"What's wrong with this?"
"The problem is huge. The sealing of your true name does not exist at all for you, unless you have very strong power, but obviously, you are just a believer.
Another possibility is that someone else guided you, just like you are guiding me now, and made you and I pay attention to this problem."
"No one guided me," Borogo recalled. "I have been pursuing King Solomon's affairs alone."
Dua came to the only conclusion, "No, this is impossible. Someone must have guided you... but you forgot."
forgotten……
The train rumbled forward, and the carriages on the rails swayed slightly, causing the wine in the glass to sway like rolling waves.
I don't know when, only Boluogo and Duva were left in the carriage. Out of trust in Boluogo, Lebius and Jeffrey returned to their room. At this time, Palmer should be
Went to the carriage restaurant to get something to eat.
Aimu is a sensible child. Seeing her talking to Dua, she should have gone to dinner with Palmer, or she might be at the back of the car, looking at the night scene. After self-upgrading, Aimu has certain abilities even in the dark.
The vision is like a multifunctional saber.
In the silence, Boluogo and Dua looked at each other. Although they had only known each other for a short time and were not really friends, Boluogo felt that Dua and he were on the same side.
They have the same interests and curiosity about the world.
Boluogo repeated, "In other words, King Solomon is just a nickname..."
"King Solomon's achievements are so great. He single-handedly promoted the development of the alchemical matrix... Even if this may have borrowed the power of the devil, the fact cannot be denied. It stands to reason that people like him should be in the world
It left a lasting mark, but after the fall of the Holy City, except for the story of the death of King Solomon, we no longer know any news related to it."
Dua continued, "It shouldn't be. Even if the Holy City is destroyed, there should be some traces left in this world to prove the existence of King Solomon... But there is nothing left."
evidence of its existence.
Dua smiled and eased the depressed atmosphere, "Actually, there is another possibility, but the possibility is too slim."
"What?"
"You already know King Solomon's name, but you just don't realize it."
Bologg thought about this possibility for a few seconds before giving up. Just like a paradox, Bologg knew countless names. They were like books, piled up in the magnificent bookshelf in his mind. But when you lose a book
, you can no longer find it in the library.
Dua then had a doubt, "Why are you curious about King Solomon? All traces have long since disappeared, his name has been obscured by the devil, and the people who were related to him have long since died.
After these long years, only the monks of truth will be enthusiastic about him..."
Bologna remained silent.
This was the first time Duva met Boluogo. He didn't know Boluogo's identity. Not everyone died in the fall of the Holy City. There was also an undead living alone, passing through the long journey.
Years come.
The devil's strife, the destruction of the holy city, King Solomon's deal...
All the doubts are intertwined, and the original thing is undoubtedly a key to open the door.
