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This sounds like blasphemy, but as far as she knows, the same is true for the Church of the Seven Gods. There are specialized personnel within the church who are responsible for compiling some histories that do not exist or modifying some histories that have happened in the past, so that believers can understand the gods they believe in. How great.
As long as the story does not adversely affect the great image of God, the church hopes to spread it widely.
"The twins of destiny, they have been different since their birth, light and darkness, movement and stillness, they join forces to bring day and night to the world."
"The Son of Light leads believers to walk on the vast land during the day, guiding them step by step to the eternal kingdom of God."
"The Son of Darkness swims in the dark night. He often appears under the stars, among lakes, and in the mountains. Sometimes he will give blessings of good luck to those who encounter him by chance, and sometimes he will also give curses that bring misfortune... "
Mrs. Lisa was thinking and writing. As she was writing, she suddenly came under a starry sky. In the bright starry sky, there was a black star that was extremely familiar to her.
The gods are watching her!
Mrs. Lisa knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly. Her mood was beyond words, and her whole body was shaking with excitement. She controlled her mood tightly to avoid accidentally colliding with the gods.
After more than a hundred years of preaching, she finally had a divine revelation.
"The story is well written."
just
A simple compliment brought tears to Mrs. Lisa's eyes.
It turned out that the gods had been watching her and saw all her devotion.
But with only these words, the black stars in front of her disappeared, the starry sky dimmed, and there was still an unfinished story in front of her.
She still held the quill with a circle of red thread in her hand, and the ink on the paper had not yet dried.
"It's like a dream, one can't tell whether it's real or illusory."
Mrs. Lisa whispered, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes gradually dissipated due to the joyful mood. Looking out the window at the star-studded night sky, she felt that she could still work hard until dawn.
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The next day, not long after Hasta woke up in the morning, Mrs. Lisa brought the story of the twins of light and darkness that she had written overnight to Hasta for review, and asked Hasta to give the book a suitable name.
Hastur read the whole story in silence, originally wanting to give it an appropriate name based on the story content in the book: The Twins of Destiny.
But on second thought, this was too straightforward and boring. After thinking for a while, he gave another name: Son of the Star.
Mrs. Lisa recited it silently several times, and already understood the stars in it as rising black stars.
Hastur did not explain. He did not want a story based on him to end up being the descendant of the King in Yellow.
Son of the Star, Son of the Stars, Son of the Stars.
Hastur still remembered 008's request and said directly: "I need something called the Book of Prophecy."
"Okay, I'll bring it to you right away."
Mrs. Lisa was satisfied and left with the book named "Star Children". Not long after, Caius ran errands and delivered the book of prophecy.
The entire book is contained in a bronze box, with two silver chains wrapped around it, surrounded by black stars. In the lower right corner, a slightly blurry picture is carved out.
The general idea is that a person kneels on the ground to worship devoutly, and a black book appears above his head.
Hastur took the bronze box, which was a bit heavy. In addition to the weight of the bronze box itself, the book of prophecy inside also weighed far beyond ordinary books.
Caius reminded: "Just take a pen and write on the blank paper of this book, you can reasonably arrange a person's destiny, or forcibly change things that have not happened yet, and you have the ability to reverse divination and predict the future from time to time. , but it has three bad negative effects.”
"First point, the more greedy the person who holds this book is, the easier it is to be deceived, and then he will unknowingly arrange his own death."
"The second point is that it is very heavy. This is the weight of life. Whenever a person is arranged to die, the holder itself needs to pay the price of blood. If the change has a great impact or involves too high a level, the holder needs to pay the price of holding it. lifespan of the person.”
"The third point is that it has its own characteristics of misfortune. The longer the holder holds it, the more unlucky it will become and eventually die of misfortune."
Hastur listened quietly and weighed the bronze box a little. He felt that these three negative effects were not a big problem.
Except for the second point, which is a little troublesome, he is not worried about the first and third points. He is the darling of fate. Even if a certain degree of bad luck is imposed, he can easily be exempted.
Similar to the full luck value of 100, he has 90 points. After equipping the Book of Prophecy, it drops to 80 points. Compared to many people whose luck values are in single digits, he is still very lucky.
Hastur returned to the room. Before he could open the bronze box, the pencil case where 008 was located jumped up and down in front of him.
This way of walking was a bit unique, and Hasta had to sigh: Is this the power of love?
Chapter 280 008: Master, who do we want to kill?
Hehe, a quill knows how to love with a hammer. This is clearly a body that can’t wait to be filled with the book of prophecy. How despicable.
The corner of Hastur's mouth was taunting, and he didn't care much about watching 008 jumping around in front of his eyes, hoping that he would release it quickly.
The more it behaves like this, the less anxious Hastur is. Instead, he opens the bronze box first and holds the book of prophecy that 008 has longed for in the palm of his hand.
It is indeed very heavy. Hasta estimated that it should weigh more than twenty kilograms, but when his fingers touch the paper, the feeling is not much different from that of ordinary blank paper.
The paper is white and yellowish. Open a few pages from the middle. The only difference between the papers is that the edges of each piece of paper are outlined with shallow dotted lines, which form a mysterious texture, like a mantra, and like a mantra. It's a symbol that represents something.
Hastur started turning it over again. The first eight pages were already filled with curse words. The originally white and yellowed paper was slightly tinged with blood, and the texture at the edges seemed to be dripping with blood, which was eerie and permeable.
It feels a bit like Death Note.
008 came over with a pencil case, jumped up a few times, and signaled Hasta to quickly open up his restraints. I haven't studied it thoroughly, so how can I let you play with it?
This sounds a little wrong.
Hastur paused while flipping through the book, and then chose to open the pen box. 008 impatiently stood up straight, and lightly jumped onto the book of prophecy.
"Don't just write and communicate with me on it."
Hastur saw 008's desire to communicate, so he took a blank piece of paper and placed it on top of the book of prophecy.
"Dear master, great master, it turns out that you have always remembered my life-long events. I thought you had forgotten them. This really touches me!"
008 wrote a paragraph almost instantly.
Hastur raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Save your sweet words and use them to please the Book of Prophecy."
"Kind master, can I stay with it when I rest at night? I don't want to be separated from it even for a minute. Yes, it is also longing to be combined with me."
"..."
Hastur only took it seriously now. It turns out that 008 is a very colorful quill.
"In this matter, I tend to be a person who beats the mandarin ducks. Nothing can witness love better than obstacles, don't you think?"
"..."
This time it was 008's turn to be mute. After a while, it wrote on the paper again: "Dear Master, who are we going to kill next?"
In order to add a bit of horror, the words written this time have special blood effects, and the question marks have been replaced by skulls.
Hastur has also thought about this issue. For him now, the person he most wants to die is naturally the Archduke of South Wales, but it is still too early. He will not deal with him until he has truly established a foothold.
He thought for a moment and said, "What do you think of your former master, Ince Zangwill?"
"Oh, dear master, Ince Zangwill is my former master, but you want me to take this opportunity to express my loyalty. This is really a devilish idea."
Before Hastur could say anything,
8 continued to write: "This is simply too easy. There is no loyalty between him and me. I even wanted to write him to death many times. Thank you, dear master, for giving me the opportunity to realize my wish."
Hasta said deliberately: "Will one day you treat me, the previous master, like this in front of the new master?"
"...Master, you are simply a devil who is good at playing with people's hearts. I am just a slightly different quill. Whoever holds me can write the corresponding destiny arrangement, and then it will be effective."
"Are you trying to avoid the important things?"
"Woo woo woo... Master, I am only loyal to you. The most they can occupy is my body. Only you are qualified to occupy my soul."
"..."
Hastur did not follow 008 anymore. He held 008 and was about to start writing the fate of Ince Zangwill.
This behavior was interrupted by 008, which asked Hastur to let go of his hand. It only needed to dictate the content, and it could arrange the fate of Ince Zangwill on its behalf.
In this way, when Ince Zangwill dies, Hastur will not need to waste some blood on this.
Because in the judgment of the Book of Prophecy, 008, who dominates the fate of the quill pen, is its holder, and 008 has no concept of blood and lifespan.
Is this a card bug?
Hastur smiled and agreed to 008's suggestion. He thought for a while before dictating the arrangements for Ince Zangwill.
He did not intend to deal with Ince Zangwill personally, but wanted Klein and Leonard to deal with him.
Now Ince Zangwill has fallen into complete madness. As long as they find the right method, Klein and Leonard can deal with Ince Zangwill and avenge Tingen's original hatred.
As for the place of death of Ince Zangwill, it was arranged in the dense forest under the moonlight.
This was the last fate I had ever seen of Ince Zangwill.
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Beslin City, Derby Augustus could no longer endure this terrible life.
He has been really unlucky recently, so unlucky. Even drinking water almost killed him, let alone going out for a stroll. The carriages driving on the road always hit him desperately. come over.
It's like a vicious dog that has been hungry for a week. Suddenly it smells the fragrance of bones and rushes to gnaw.
He also went to the local church to have a look, but the priest here could not solve his problem at all. Even when he opened the door and went out, the big bell hanging from the top of the bell tower fell down.
Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise he would definitely die on the spot.
He was acclimatized, evil spirits were at work, or someone was secretly cursing him.
None of this matters now, he is going back to Backlund, today!
He didn't want to stay in this hellish place even for a moment!
Before leaving, he communicated once more with the attendant he sent to Hastur.
The letter said: The Earl of Hastur Campbell has been staying in the castle, living a life of luxury and indulgence every day, and does not care about other things at all.
Seeing this, Debi Augustus no longer hesitated and immediately asked people to pack their bags and prepare to stay away from here.
When he went out, he asked his servants to go in all directions.
They surrounded themselves and sent people to explore the way ahead to prevent any unfortunate things from happening again.
But tragedy still happened. On the way to the steam train station in his carriage, the horse suddenly became frightened and ran around, almost flipping him and the carriage to the ground.
Fortunately, after this period of experience, he has learned the thirty-five rules on how to protect himself in times of danger.
But before he could be happy for too long, a crazy man ran out of the dense forest, covered in stench, and came to him, easily taking care of the attendants around him.