Snow was very busy, so busy that he held two Tarot sessions in a row, but there was nothing he could do about it. Due to Fenebaud's attack on the Lundborg United Empire, the Eternal Sun, which had lost its control, seemed to want to take back the United Empire.
The authority of this.
At the same time, in addition to providing support to Intis, he also needs to be responsible for Fusac's MI9 and matters related to the labor movement, and he also needs to continue to receive the results obtained by Triss and Adelina.
This is to ensure that after Qiao San's death, everything can be transferred instantly in a short period of time.
And considering the evil done by the previous clone, Snow didn't dare to release the clone to do such serious things. Apart from being a thug to defend against sneak attacks by the Eternal Sun Church, the group of fun clones were completely useless.
The ritual of Schrödinger's Cat potion is too dangerous. Even if Snow even prepares a method of resurrection if he fails to take the potion, he doesn't know how long it will take to truly return. Therefore, he must try his best to survive in the remaining time.
Maybe arrange all the places you can think of to avoid accidents.
Today, he had to do something very dangerous, but something he had to do.
Looking up at the red moon in the sky, Snow handed over Made in Heaven to Sebastian and sent him to the entertainment room to listen to music. Snow sealed the surrounding space with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, and lapis lazuli.
The material of consciousness is somewhere in a complex altar.
Seeing that everything was about to be completed, Snow took out a crystal ball held up by a withered hand. This was a sealed object obtained from the Saint of Secrets. It was derived from the remnants of someone from the Abraham family who died, but Snow took a fancy to it.
It's not the function of this mere Sequence Seven Sealed Artifact itself, but for that arm.
He picked up a silver knife and scraped off a layer of dried flesh from the broken part of his arm. As they fell into the cauldron, the dark fire immediately rose.
Snow looked at the burning cauldron and chanted in giant language with a slightly uneasy expression:
"The great gate of ten thousand gates;"
"Leader of the endless starry sky;"
"The key to all mysterious worlds..."
Yes, Snow is trying to talk to Mr. Door.
Not only is Triss, who asked Mr. Gate for Klein in the original work, already having a new job, but at the same time, Snow also has one thing that must be confirmed before he can be promoted to an angel.
As the true name was recited, the firelight in the cauldron mingled and expanded, turning into an illusory door that seemed to lead to other worlds.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a lot in an instant, and there seemed to be endless dangers about to be released in the illusory door.
Finally, the dark and expanding fire slowly rotated and gradually formed a huge, deep and hidden crimson vortex.
As the vortex turned, an ethereal but piercing sound finally came from the bottom:
"...Who is it?"
The voice was sharp and harsh, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain, but when he heard the other party's words, Snow felt a sense of relief emerge from the bottom of his heart.
At least, Mr. Men didn't call out a name that he knew or didn't know.
A big stone fell to the ground in his heart. Snow calmed down his mental state, ignored the pollution emitted when the other party spoke, and said calmly:
"Mr. Men? I have something to ask you."
"You lack the necessary courtesy." In the deep whirlpool, the harsh voice did not change at all, but after a brief silence, the other party gave way first:
"Forget it, I'm lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm, and I don't seem to be qualified to be respected. It's rare for someone to chat with me. After all, what do you want to know?"
Snow didn't care about the other party's expected changes and said calmly:
"I want to know if anyone has accessed the nine secret tombs built by Blood Emperor Tudor for the promotion of Black Emperor through abnormal means."
"So it's for this matter." After a brief silence, Mr. Men reported the same plan as in the original work, twenty-two paths of blood, and the special symbol that Snow needed.
After writing down the symbols, Snow asked how to lift Abraham's curse, or how to bring him back, as in the original work. However, he did not end the question after that, but said in a slightly tangled tone:
"Last question, Mr. Men, do you know a thing called 'Paradox'..."
Halfway through his speech, Snow discovered that the word paradox was a definition that only appeared in modern times, and there was no corresponding mysterious language vocabulary at all. This is why when he wrote the honorific title of paradox, he used "traveler from distant time and space" instead of "from
The main reason for "The Paradox of Distant Space and Time".
After a brief silence, he shook his head and said:
"Authority or honorific name similar to fallacy, fallacy, sophistry, chaos, confusion, disorder? Well, it might also be 'Traveler'?"
"I don't have a direct impression, but what you described seems to be similar to the Black Emperor's ability to use the wrong two paths. If there is anyone closest to these powers, it should be Amon."
Mr. Men's voice sounded, and the huge stone in Snow's heart finally fell to the ground. With a trace of joy, he sincerely thanked:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Men. If I have the chance, I will definitely help you get out of trouble."
With that said, Snow began to cancel the ceremony, but until the crimson vortex completely disappeared, Mr. Men did not say any more words. He was neither happy for Snow's promise nor reminded not to save him, as if he was not sure whether Snow would save him.
Being able to help him out of trouble, there is no expectation whatsoever.
"I don't know Mr. Men, I don't know Amon's clone, and I don't know Steam Princess either..."
Snow muttered, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. He slightly changed the altar after the ceremony, took out a pen, wrote on the letter paper the ceremony to recall Mr. Men and the method of entering Tuduo's mausoleum, and then took it out
For a gold pound:
"I! I summon in my name! The spirits wandering in the illusion, the friendly creatures that can be driven, the messengers who belong exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow."
The whining wind stirred and lingered, and the flames of the altar candles expanded rapidly and became obviously pale.
Miss Coconut Egg Tree emerged from the flames unhurriedly, her eight eyes staring at Snow's face at the same time.
"Is there..." "What..." "Something..." "Is it?"
"Please give this letter to Gehrman Sparrow. Also, please tell him that I am preparing for the promotion ceremony and can only help him so much."
With that said, Snow held up the gold pound and the envelope together. Miss Coconut Egg Tree looked at Snow deeply four times, without saying anything, stretched out her two heads, one bit the envelope, and the other bit the gold coin.
He paused and retreated into the flames.
Watching the flame return to its normal color again, Snow blew out the candle and completely erased all traces. He glanced at the strange door behind him. After that, he was sleeping in a cocoon of light, formed by Klein's cognition.
"ancestors".
"Everything is ready... As long as we get through this level..." At this point, Snow suddenly spit, swallowed the flag, and wrote the "Sea of Stone" that had been written but never sent out.
