Yuri and Magnum stood on the street of the deserted town with the same blank expression. Their minds had obviously been disturbed, and their senses were blocked. All of their consciousnesses were trapped in the depths of some kind of thick 'curtain'. They were in the same state as Daniel not long ago.
Gwen came to the two archbishops of the Eternal Sleeper, but before he used his special ability to help the two archbishops regain consciousness, he first looked at Daniel.
"In the Eternal Sleep Congregation, how do the priests above the bishop usually view the 'extraterritorial wanderers'?"
Daniel thought for a moment and replied respectfully, "Your existence itself is enough to frighten most of the Eternal Sleepers, but the priests above the bishop level need to consider more than the ordinary believers. While they are afraid of you, they will also analyze your behavior and speculate about your possible position …"
"Oh? Speculate about my position? "Gwen suddenly became a little interested." What kind of position? "
"The bishops and archbishops believe that every extraterritorial wanderer has a 'mission' that is beyond the understanding of mortals, and your actions are carried out around this mission. They believe that they should try to avoid conflict with you because it is not beneficial. Some bishops believe that the extraterritorial wanderers have no natural good or evil, and that you and your people are just passers-by in this world, and this world is just a temporary stop in your eyes. A very small number of bishops believe that limited and cautious contact with the extraterritorial wanderers is not a bad thing. Although the Eternal Sleeper's first contact with you was not very friendly at the beginning, your activity in the Ansu has shown that you do not mind establishing cooperation and contact with other mortals … "
Gwen touched his chin and felt that the Eternal Sleeper had regarded him as some kind of large neutral wild monster …
This bunch of nerdy technicians really rely on their imagination to survive?
Daniel quietly observed Gwen's expression and asked carefully, "My Lord, you are asking these questions …"
"Nothing, just a little curious," Gwen said casually. When he looked at Yuri and Magnum, he could not help but smile. "I'm curious about what will happen if I suddenly remove my invisibility and directly appear in front of these two."
Daniel's face suddenly showed surprise and astonishment, and then he seriously thought about the feasibility of doing so.
Gwen saw this and smiled. "Don't take it seriously, I don't intend to do so."
As he said, he came to the two archbishops who were still in the state of mind interference and gently patted his hand on them.
"Next, I will go back behind the scenes."
…
Yuri and Magnum were lost in the endless fog of chaos for a long time, so long that it was like a dream that they could not wake up from.
As experts in the field of mind and dreams, they were not flustered by such a situation and had vaguely grasped the reason for such a situation. After realizing that the problem was not the external environment but their own minds, the two archbishops stopped their futile attempts to walk around and explore, and instead began to attempt to solve the problem themselves.
"I'm afraid we have to recalibrate our minds," Magnum's loud voice came from the fog. Urey couldn't see his figure and face clearly, but he could vaguely see a familiar gray-black silhouette floating in the fog. This meant that the two of them should be very close to each other, but the interference of perception made it impossible for them to see each other clearly even though they were so close. "This damn fog should be some kind of mental interference. It's causing our conscious and sensory layers to be dislocated."
"I'm afraid it's not just mental interference," Archbishop Yuri replied. "I can't contact the monitoring team behind us. I'm afraid that in addition to the perceptual dislocation and interference, our entire mind has been transferred to some kind of deeper imprisonment … This town is alive, it even has the ability to make such an exquisite and sinister trap to deal with us."
"This (Oldenheim's foul language) place!" Archbishop Magnum cursed. "Anyway, let's recalibrate our minds first. No matter where we are trapped, we have to at least see what's trapping us …"
Listening to the familiar loud voice, Archbishop Yuri just said faintly, "When you were shouting those vulgarities, I was already doing so."
He gathered his scattered consciousness and condensed his slightly distorted thoughts. In this chaotic and unbalanced spiritual ocean, he reconstructed his distorted self-perception little by little.
The endless fog gathered around him, and many familiar and strange outlines emerged in the fog. Yuri felt his mind sinking into the depths of his memory and consciousness. Gradually, the disturbing fog dissipated, and a condensed and "real" scene finally appeared in his sight again.
He was in an ancient and gloomy castle, in the library of the castle.
The stone walls, which were hundreds of years old, were inlaid with magic crystals that glowed with a dim yellow light. The classical "Trickel" columns extended in his sight, and the stone columns supported the high brick dome. The complex and mysterious murals and coats of arms on the dome were covered with a layer of black ash, as if they had merged with the darkness outside the castle.
Between the stone columns and the wall, between the gloomy dome and the rough stone floor, were rows of heavy oak bookshelves and brass lamp posts that emitted a bright yellow light at the top.
Yuri, wearing a white robe, quietly wandered in this gloomy and ancient castle, strolling among the bookshelves that seemed to be able to drown him.
"Recalibrating my mind … is really not a pleasant thing."
The archbishop of the Eternal Rest murmured softly as he walked deeper into the castle along the bookshelves that had faded away in his memory, but now clearly reappeared at this moment.
This came from his deeply buried memory, and it was also a memory that he could not forget.
He walked past a black bookshelf, and between the two pillars of the bookshelf, there was a strange wooden door. When Yuri walked past the door, the door automatically opened, and a light suddenly appeared from the door, revealing the scene on the other side.
A boy in a luxurious equestrian coat was running in the bright castle, followed by anxious servants and maids. The old butler stood not far away, panting, with a helpless expression on his face.
Yuri's eyes did not move, and he just quietly walked past, leaving the door behind him.
The next bookshelf, the next door …
The young man rode on a horse and walked briskly through the manor's path. Unknown birds flew from the side of the road, and servants in red and blue robes followed closely nearby.
The slightly older young man sat in the library, reading the expensive books with a smile on his face. The old butler stood quietly on the side with a peaceful smile on his face.
There were people coming and going in the castle, and a middle-aged noble couple with blurred faces stood in the courtyard, frowning.
Some people were reading the emperor's decree, some were discussing the dark clouds of Oldenheim, some were discussing the conspiracy and fighting in Obsidian Palace, some were whispering the name of Prince Rosetta Augustus, some were talking about the madness and bigotry of the Augustus family, some were talking about the collapse of the old imperial capital, and some were talking about the curse that spread among the members of the royal family after the collapse.
Many strangers had appeared in the castle, including knights whose faces were hidden behind iron masks. The servants had lost their usual radiant looks, and the old butler was frowning. Murmurs from unknown places were echoing between the bookshelves and spreading to Yuri's ears. These murmurs repeatedly mentioned the betrayal of the rebels, the madness of the old emperor, and the burning of the Obsidian Palace. These murmurs were frightening words such as the betrayal of the rebels, the old emperor's madness, and the burning of the Obsidian Palace.
The magnificent furnishings in the castle corridor were all removed, and the iron boots of the royal footmen broke the tranquility of the manor's path. The young man became a young man, no longer riding a horse, no longer laughing. He sat quietly in the ancient library, burying his head in the yellowed books, burying his head in the hidden knowledge.
The servants were dismissed, the master of the castle went to Oldenheim and never returned, and the mistress of the castle walked through the courtyard crazily, constantly cursing in a low voice. The withered yellow leaves swirled into the empty foyer, and the young man's cold eyes stared at the few servants outside through the crack of the door, as if the changes of the whole world had nothing to do with him.
The struggle in Oldenheim's court, the shadow of madness that shrouded the Augustus family, the nobles' fear … all of these had nothing to do with him.
The young man sat in the library day after day, sitting in the depths of the only family heritage that was preserved. The books in his hands became more and more gloomy and strange, describing many terrible dark secrets and mysterious knowledge that were regarded as taboo.
He studied the history of the empire, studied the records of the collapse of the old imperial capital, and with a somewhat mocking and arrogant gaze, he boldly studied the taboo secrets of the curse of the Augustus family, as if he was not worried that these studies would cause the family to bear more crimes.
In the process of studying these taboo secrets, he also found a large number of dusty books and scrolls in the family's collection.
The books recorded the knowledge about dreams, the occult of the mind, and the dark divine spells.
The secret knowledge was instilled into his mind, and the stranger's mind connected to the young man's mind through the symbols and words hidden in the corners of the books. He locked himself in the library and became the "prisoner of the library" and the "fallen nobleman" that the outside world despised, but his mind was freed, and in the process of trying the forbidden occult magic again and again, he was free from the shackles of the castle and the manor.
An eternal sleeper was born in the depths of the castle of the fallen nobles.
Archbishop Yuri strolled in the library and gradually came to the deepest part of the memory palace.
In front of the last door, he saw himself many years ago standing quietly among a large number of books that were piled up messily. The young and pale face had a calm but crazy smile, and complex dream runes were painted on his robe, the ground, and the walls nearby, covering all surfaces, shining in the darkness.
Heavy footsteps came from the picture, and a fully armed royal Knight pushed the door open and broke into the young man's territory. The leading officer loudly read the order of Emperor Rosetta Augustus to capture the nobles who secretly studied the secrets of the royal family, were suspected of offending the dignity of the royal family, and were suspected of black witchcraft.
The young man, who had become an eternal sleeper, smiled and launched a large-scale spell that was arranged in the entire library. All the Knight who invaded the castle became loyal believers of the Church of Eternal Sleep in a few breaths.
"There is no such thing as an eternal sleeper here, because everyone is an eternal sleeper …"
Archbishop Yuri stopped in front of the last row of bookshelves and quietly watched the memory scene that appeared in the door between the bookshelves.
It depicted the last step of him becoming an eternal sleeper.
But that was a matter of more than ten years ago.
Traversing the memory helped to reconstruct the self-awareness of the subconscious. The archbishop felt that his mind was becoming stable again, and he completed the reconstruction of his self-awareness. In theory, the "interference" that caused the consciousness and perception to be misaligned would also be completely eliminated after this process.
He relaxed a little and faced the memories in the deepest part of his heart with a calm attitude. His eyes indifferently swept across the rows of bookshelves nearby, sweeping across the thick, ancient, and gorgeously bound books.
On the cover of the books, there was a vast land and a palm covering the sky above the land.
Yuri's eyes instantly froze, and his heart tightened. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the young man who symbolized himself more than ten years ago in the last door with a strange smile on his face.
The other party smiled and slowly raised his hand. The palm was horizontal, and the palm was facing down, as if covering the invisible land.
"To the upper narrators, to our omniscient and omnipotent creator …"
Yuri's eyes widened, and pale golden runes immediately appeared beside him. While struggling to break free from his deep memories, he shouted:
"Archbishop Magnum!
"Don't calibrate your mind! Don't go into the depths of my memories!
"This is a trap …"
He vaguely seemed to hear Archbishop Magnum's roar and realized that the hot-tempered archbishop might have encountered the same crisis as him. But before he could do more, he suddenly felt a violent turbulence in his consciousness. He felt that the heavy shadow that shrouded his heart was swept away by some kind of violent factor.
As the chaotic lights and shadows flickered, the images of the ancient castle and the library quickly disappeared. He found himself standing on the street of the Mirage Town, where the street lamps were lit up. Archbishop Daniel was looking at him with a dumbfounded expression.
"What are you shouting for?"
Archbishop Daniel frowned and asked.
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