In a room in an abandoned castle, the sunlight penetrated through the gaps of the heavy curtains and shone on a dark coffin.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a Zhazai sound and moved slowly to the side.

With a bang, it fell to the ground.

After a few more seconds, Azker Eggers sat up, his expression quite blank.

At this time, he was wearing a loose pajamas popularized by Ruen a few years ago, just like the nobleman who woke up in his manor.

After a short delay, Aztec narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around in a confused expression, wondering who he was.

He then saw the bright sunlight penetrating through the gap, saw the flying dust floating in the sunlight, saw a letter scattered on the table, on the ground and beside the coffin lid.

They are like giant snowflakes, covering half of it here.

Azke walked out of the coffin, stooped with doubt, picked up a letter, opened it and read it.

Reading and reading, the daze on his face disappeared a little, as if remembering many past events.

Aztec immediately found a chair and sat down, let all the letters fly to the front, overlapping like a peak.

He opened it one by one, read it one by one, and sometimes paused in the middle, thinking for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something seriously.

The sunlight passing through the gap between the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it shone again.

At this time, Azik finally read all the letters and completed long-time thinking like "meditation" again and again.

He glanced at all the letters that had been stacked on the table and sighed slowly and long.

Then, he turned to find the letter paper, pen and usable ink, and wrote gently:

"... I have woken up and received all your letters. They remind me of who I am, who you are, and many of the past.

"No matter how complicated or wonderful your experience is, it's beyond my imagination, and it makes me seem to want to understand some of the previous questions.

"From these letters, I can feel your happiness, your tiredness, your hope for life and your heavy responsibility on your shoulders.

"I can probably guess the reason why you made that choice in the end. If it were me, you might not be so determined.

"You were a guardian from the beginning, from imitating others to being imitated.

"Next, I will start a journey to trace more of the past and witness the changes in this world.

"You seem to be sleeping, but it doesn't matter. I will write to tell you the interesting things, interesting customs and interesting people I met.

"I think it should be possible to send these letters to you by sacrifice ..."

The golden nib reflects the sunlight and slides rustlingly on the white paper, constantly writing more content.

…………

Beckland, in a sunlit house in a townhouse.

Melissa led a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old and walked in.

"Aunt, aunt, why is this here?" The little girl asked doubtfully. "The stories I listened to were all held in the basement of mysterious rituals."

With her hair up, Melissa in glasses smiled and smiled:

"That's an informal occult ritual."

She then pointed to the altar set in front and the candlelight not yet lit:

"You can start."

"Really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunlight shining through the window. "Shall we, or will we draw the curtains?"

"No, it's fine." Melissa replied, smiling and watching the little girl not at all skillfully, very clumsyly imitating her usual ritual.

During this process, she vocalized the instructions from time to time, and even did the work herself, finally letting the little girl complete the pre-ceremony.

"Okay, follow me." Melissa took a breath and her expression gradually settled.

"Hmm." The little girl also tried to make herself serious.

Melissa looked at the candlelight of the altar for a few seconds, slowly spoke, and said in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era ..."

"The catching water is just a matter of joy ..." The little girl had never learned Guhmes. Although she tried her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.

"Mysterious ruler above the fog ..." Melissa continued.

"Ghost fractures and drops of holy honey to cook debts ..." the little girl followed seriously.

"The king of yellow and black in good luck ..." After Melissa finished the sentence, the top candlelight did not wait for the little girl to imitate, and then swelled to the size of a human head.

In this huge fire, a slippery tentacle with a vaguely peculiar pattern, but unclearly visible, stretched out in a suspicious manner, and the movement was extremely slow.

The little girl froze for a moment, backed abruptly, and hid behind her aunt.

Melissa pursed her lips and said with a smile in her soft face:

"Don't be afraid, say hello to him."

The little girl leaned her head timidly out of her aunt's back, and saw the terrible, slippery tentacle gently shaking in the bright sunlight shining through the window, as if wiping off the dust or waving her hand.

"Go, don't be afraid." Melissa repeated again.

The little girl finally found courage and stood in front of the altar.

She creaked some invented mantras, then smiled sincerely and raised her palm upward.

The hidden tentacles of the pattern paused for several seconds, seeming to be hesitant and rusty.

Then it lifted up slightly, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.

In the sunshine, it tapped with that little palm.

(End of the book)

PS: The feeling of being hollowed out. I will finish this speech tomorrow at noon