The Truth Of The Mysteries
Notebook
After an hour and a half of rest, Zhoui Farren, who now viewed himself as Laville finally recovered. Meanwhile, he discovered that there were now three black dots on his inner wrist, which happened to form a small triangle.
These three black spots faded and disappeared quickly, but Laville knew that they were still hiding in her body, waiting to be awakened.
“Three places form a triangle; does it correspond to three pieces of staple food in three corners of the room? Does this mean in the future, I don't need to prepare food and can perform rituals and live chants?" Laville made a guess.
It may seem nice, but the appearance of the spots is unpleasant, and poorly understood "things" are always frightening.
The fact that the inexplicable Divination from Earth can produce an effect here, the strange transmigration in his sleep, the mysterious mutterings that almost drove him crazy during the ritual, the, and a mysterious gray world and an intoxicating taste whose significance he did not know made Laville shiver.
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown." He recalled this saying as he experienced an acute fear of the unknown.
There is in him an unprecedented and irresistible urge to make contact with mysterious domains, to learn more, and to explore the unknown. There was also a conflicted escape mentality within him that forced him to pretend nothing had happened.
Intense sunlight shone through the window onto the table. It was as if there were gold grains sprinkled on the table. Laville stared at the table, feeling as if she had come into contact with warmth and hope. He relaxed a little, and a strong sense of tiredness engulfed him.
Laville shook her head and pushed herself with the help of the table. He staggered towards the terraced bed, completely ignoring the wheat bread placed in the four corners of the room. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
Groan! Groan!
Laville was awakened by hunger. When he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed.
"There's still a little headache." He rubbed his temple and sat down. He was so hungry that he could eat a horse!
He returned to the table while tidying up his clothes. He took a pocket watch of silver wine leaves.
Pa!
Close the pocket watch open and the second hand continues to tick.
"Hour two. I slept for two hours." Laville put the pocket watch back in her linen shirt pocket while swallowing.
In the Eastern Continent, there are 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds in a minute. Whether every second passes at the same speed here compared to Earth is unknown to Laville.
At this moment, he could not even think of terms like mysticism, ritual, or the grayish world. His mind was filled with one thing—food! He would leave that thought after eating. Only then can he work.
Laville took the wheat bread from the four corners and wiped the small dust on it without hesitation. He planned to make one of them his lunch.
He decided to dig the offering because he only brought five pence and there was a tradition of eating the offering in his hometown. After all, there were no visible changes to the bread. Better to skimp.
Of course, the memories and habits left behind by the original Laville also play a role.
It was a huge waste to use expensive gas just to light up a room. So, Laville took out a furnace and boiled water with it after adding some coal. He was pacing around while waiting.
Anyone would choke on that rye bread without water.
Gosh, living with meat just for dinner would be terrible. Violet only allowed our food to eat meat twice a week if not for my upcoming interview... Laville thought, looking around, hungry. He has nothing better to do.
His eyes seemed to turn greedy as he stared at the one pound of mutton in the closet.
No, I have to wait for Violet to eat it together. Laville thought as she shook her head and rejected the idea of cooking half of it now.
Even though he often ate out, he still developed some basic culinary skills, as he lived in the big city alone. The food is not good, but at least it can be eaten.
Laville turned her body so that the mutton did not "woo" her. Then, he suddenly realized that he also bought peas and potatoes in the morning.
Potatoes! Laville immediately had an idea. He quickly turned to the cupboard and took out two potatoes from their small pile.
He first cleaned the potatoes in a public bathroom and then added them into a pot so that they were boiled along with water.
After a while, he sprinkled a little yellow coarse salt into the water from the condiment container he found in the cupboard.
He waited patiently for a few minutes before lifting the pot and pouring the "soup" into a few cups and bowls. He took out a potato with a fork and placed it on the table at the end.
Fffff!
He blew the potatoes as he peeled them little by little. The smell of boiled potatoes spread in the air. The smell is very appetizing.
He drooled crazily; the heat could not block him anymore. Laville bit her even though her potatoes were only half peeled.
How fragrant! The texture is like flour and tastes sweet when chewed. He was instantly filled with emotions and he devoured two potatoes. He even ate some of his skin.
Then, he lifted the bowl and enjoyed his 'soup'. A pinch of salt in water has been shown to quench thirst.
I really enjoyed eating potatoes this way when I was young .. Laville who was full of exclaims in her head. Meanwhile, he tore off a small piece of bread and dipped it in 'soup' to eat it to soften it.
Perhaps the ritual was too tiring; laville ate two slices of bread that weighed a pound.
Laville felt she was finally rejuvenated. She enjoyed the joy of life after she drank the 'soup' before making things right. Then, he enjoyed the gleaming sunlight happily.
He sat back at the table and began to plan.
"I need to overcome the fear of the unknown.
"The only way now is to wait for the next 'meeting' I need.
trying to listen to the formula of the potion of 'Awlookers' or other things related to mysticism."
"There are still four days left before Monday. Before that, I have to find out first the problem with Laville. Why did he kill himself? What happened to her?"
Unable to move back and wash her hands of everything, Laville picked up the notebook lying on the table. He wanted to find a clue that could help him regain the fragments of his lost memories.
The original Laville clearly had a habit of taking notes. He also likes to keep a diary.
Laville was fully aware that the cupboard propping up the table on the right kept a stack of finished notebooks.
The book he started on March 10. Things about his school, and his mentor, as well as knowledge-related content were at the beginning.
"March 12. Mr. Kione mentions that the language commonly used by the Balam Empire in the Western Continent also evolved from Old British, a branch of Jotun. Why so? Does this mean that every living thing ever speaks the same language? ? No, there must be some mistake. According to 'The Revelation of Evernight', 'The Book of Storms' and ‘The History of the Mystery, giants were not the only hegemonic worlds in antiquity. There were also elves, mutants, and dragons. Anyway, this is just a myth and a fantasy."
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"March 16th. Senior Professors Cohen and Mr. Kione discuss the inevitability of the Steam Age. Lord Kione argued that it was just a coincidence because if not for Emperor Kione Benaporte, the Northern Continent would still hold a sword like the Western Continent. Mentors argued that Mr. Kione put too much emphasis on individual contributions. He believed that with progress, even if there was no Emperor Kione Benaporte, there would be an Emperor Rovert. Therefore, the Steam Age may come too late, but eventually it comes. I find little meaning in their discussion.I prefer to discover new things and uncover the hidden past. Maybe I'm better suited to studying archaeology than history."
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"29 March. Welech found me and told me that he had obtained a notebook from the Apocalypse. Yes Goddess! A notebook from the Fourth Age! He didn't want to ask the archaeology department student for help so he came to Nayla and I to help him decode the contents. How can I refuse? Of course, I could only do so after my graduation defense.I was unable to distract myself at this stage."
This caught Laville's attention. Compared to the accounts of history and different points of view, the appearance of the Doomsday notebook may have caused Laville to commit suicide.
The Age of Resurrection is the age before the current "Revolutionary Age. Its history is mysterious and incomplete. Due to the fact that very few reliefs, ruins, and records were found, the, archaeologists and historians can only refer to the ambiguous accounts given by the seven major Churches that centered on their religious teachings to roughly form an 'original' picture'. They knew the existence of the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Dawnese Empire also had a connection with the early cause of the Apocalypse.
Having set his sights on solving mysteries and restoring history, Laville is not particularly interested in the first three eras, whose roots are closer to legend. He was more interested in the Fourth Age, also known as the Age of the Gods.
"Hmm, so Laville was worried about her future career and thus focused on the interview. But it was all in vain .." Laville could not help but exclaim.
Colleges are still very rare and the majority of students come from noble or wealthy families. As long as he doesn't have an extreme mindset, ordinary people admitted to university will be able to build valuable social connections through group discussions and networking events despite the deep-rooted prejudices and exclusion of social circles.
A very generous Welech Morvern is an example. He was the son of a banker from Constanty City, Midsearien, Leon Kingdom. He used to ask Nayla and Laville for help because they were always in the same group to work for.
Without thinking any further, Laville continued reading the notebook.
"april 18th, I graduated. Goodbye, Vhey University!"
"April 19th, I've seen that notebook. By comparing the sentence structure and basic words, I found that it was a modified form of the ancient Birtish. More precisely, over the millennia of its history, the British language has changed constantly, little by little."
"april 20th. We have outlined the contents of the first page. The author is a member of a family called Acanyon."
"april 21st. He called the Dark Emperor. This is out of date with respect to the time this notebook was concluded to be written. Was the professor wrong? Was 'Emperor of Darkness' a common title for every emperor in the Solomon Empire?"
"april 22nd. The Acanyon family seems to have a very high standing in the Solomon Empire. The author mentions that he made a secret transaction with someone named Tudor. The tudor? Is it related to the Tudor Dynasty?"
"april 23rd. I tried to refrain from thinking about the notebook and went to Welech's place. I have to prepare for an interview! This is very important!"
"april 24th. Nayla told me that they had found something new. I think I need to check on him."
"april 25th. From the new content outlined, the author has received a mission to visit the 'Nation of the Evernight' located on the highest peak of the Locracis mountains. Yes Goddess! How can a nation exist at the top of a peak that is more than 6000 meters above sea level? How did they survive?"
"april 26th. Are these strange things real?"
The record ends at this point. Zhoui Farren moved in the early hours of the 28th. "That means to say that there is indeed an entry for April 27, that line ... Everyone will die, including me ..." Laville flipped to the page she first saw when she arrived, feeling goosebumps as he makes deductions .
To solve Laville's original suicide mystery, he thought that he should visit Welech and look at the ancient notebook. However, with a lot of experience from novels, movies, and TV drama series, she is suspicious if they are really related, this visit will be very dangerous — those who go investigate the castle despite knowing that they are haunted serve as a warning!
However, he had to leave because running away would never solve the problem. It would only make matters worse, until it overflowed and completely drowned him!
Maybe call the police? Admitting suicide is ridiculous…
Knock it!
Knock it! knock it!
There are a series of fast and powerful beats. Laville sat up straight and listened.
Knock it!
Tap, knock!
The knock echoed in the empty hallway.