Brutus opened one of the books and took a few glances at it. Not all the text inside was in Loma. There were many words he had never seen mixed in between the lines, but he could barely understand the meaning based on the context.
The book in his hand looked like a work note. Brutus opened several others and compared the handwriting in them. Two of them should have been written by her husband Angelette mentioned before.
Closing the work notes that contained nothing worth noting, Brutus turned to the latest pages of the book Angelette was writing when he came to the house.
"My time is running out, I must find a suitable sacrifice, otherwise I will never have the chance to do it again."
"It seems that a new dimensional rift has appeared in the forest. The situation cannot get any worse. We must let Anjest deal with those guys who appear out of nowhere."
"But there seems to be no need to worry. As long as the fog rises, the animals outside the house will gradually disappear in the fog."
Brutus closed the page: "Sacrifice, what magical ritual requires sacrifice?"
He turned his attention to the other books on the table. Now that he knew the direction he was looking for, he only needed to quickly search for keywords.
Soon he found what he needed. It was an old book, and the bottom of the yellowed pages was slightly soaked by the ink that had just been poured on the ground, but fortunately it did not affect reading.
"The ritual required for this magic is as follows... The required materials are... Note: After the ritual is successful, the caster needs to try to hide his or her existence in another timeline. The most important thing is
You cannot let another self discover your traces, otherwise the entire magic will be completely ineffective."
"It is very likely that the ritual person will get lost in the chaotic timeline and be unable to return. There is a small note written by Angelette on the side: In several unsuccessful attempts, some difficult-to-treat physical illnesses and mental illnesses have resulted.
Some abnormalities occurred..."
"It's hard to imagine what these two people did." Brutus closed the note. He wanted to stuff it into his backpack and take it away as usual, but the moment he raised his hand, he realized that he didn't carry anything.
I had to hold the thing in my hands for the time being.
"So this is a magic similar to the function of a time turner." He turned around and looked at the corpse on the ground, thinking thoughtfully, "From this point of view, the best time to execute it seems to be now, and it just happened to be ready.
All materials needed.”
Brutus carried the old woman's body out of the house, and took three candles from the living room and inserted them into a secret altar next to the hut. Now he needed to think carefully about how to use this magic that had been prepared for many years.
ritual, he had to carefully consider the timeline for returning and the matters that needed to be carried out.
"It's quite easy to stagger meetings with my other self. My daily activity track is fairly fixed. This problem can be solved by just avoiding the range of activities."
"But the trouble lies in what actions should be taken to avoid what will happen later - no, something seems to be wrong."
Based on his own understanding, Brutus believed that the precautions recorded in this magic notebook were incomplete: "If the past can really be changed at will, then this timeline should enter parallel time and space, so conflicts will not occur.
Have you discussed it yet?”
"There are two people with the same identity but from different time and space existing in the same timeline at the same time. If you think that the difference between the two people is only the past and the future, then..."
He recalled what was said about the time converter. Since the two seem to have similar functions, they may have something in common: "So you cannot actually change the past, or even if you want to change it, you need to allow your past self to observe and
The same content in my future self’s memory.”
"That is to say..."
Just as Brutus was concentrating on thinking about his next action, a layer of mist appeared on the soles of his feet unknowingly. The process of the mist rising was very short, and it soon spread to his knees.
Brutus quickly noticed this, and he opened his notes and confirmed what he was going to say again. Although he had already memorized the introductory words needed for the ceremony, he could still be just in case, maybe
Have you forgotten the words while reciting them?
When the mist thickened and reached the height of his chest, Brutus faced the altar and said loudly: "Janus, the great god of time, as your loyal believer, I sincerely seek a little bit of help from you.
Help, I would like to offer you..."
While he was talking like a magic stick, he was secretly complaining about his so-called "piety" in his heart: "I want to go back to a month ago, when it was a moonlit night..."
"...Your humble followers would like to sincerely thank you for your help."
As soon as he finished reading the last sentence, thick fog enveloped him, and the entire area was completely plunged into darkness. In the distance behind Brutus, a group of figures was running desperately towards the direction where he was.
But it soon disappeared in the thick fog.
.......
Standing in the alley of Tatto Town, Brutus first looked around and confirmed that he should be not far from Violet's house. The sun was still setting, and it seemed that it was not as Brutus expected.
That's how I returned to Tatto in one night.
"First we have to find a way to determine the date..." Brutus emerged from the alley. What he saw were human corpses and skeleton parts scattered along the street. "Okay, it doesn't seem like it."
Need to confirm again."
"So I've been working for so long, just to go back to the day before the incident, here and now?" Sighing, Brutus went back into the alley. Before reaching his destination, he had better not wander around on the street.
Better.
After the meeting, he appeared near Violet's house. As a flower and bird fortune teller, it was natural that Violet's house could not be shabby, but there was little difference between the building materials and the houses of other local residents in the town.
After looking back around to make sure that he was not in the sight of others, Brutus rushed a few steps and stepped on the wall, using his strength to reach the window edge.
With a "snap", Brutus, who had fallen into the house, accidentally kicked over the vase on the table. The fragments and a few flowers in the vase fell to the floor.
Putting aside this small flaw, this infiltration was relatively successful.
Brutus looked around and saw a large bed covered with a dark blue quilt, two large wardrobes and other furniture commonly found in bedrooms, and immediately understood where he was.
"I hope Violet won't be too angry, but this should be regarded as damage caused by official business." Brutus, who closed the window again, did not dare to stay longer or even look at it, and hurriedly walked to the room.
Open the wooden door and walk out of Violet's bedroom.
The next thing to do is to wait for Violet to come back, and the two of them will work together to prepare for tomorrow's difficulties.