Night Crow Master

The other two boards were taken by Promi.

In addition to a few small points, there is also a paragraph written on it.

Yate's gaze stayed on the board for a long time, thinking about what was written on it, before looking at another piece of it after ten minutes.

The other piece was exactly the piece that Yate saw in the messy cabin, and the holes drilled on it were connected in a certain pattern by black lines.

Putting three wooden boards on the ground, Yate thought and adjusted the positions several times:

[He plays the epic of shadows,

Brought the glorious empire to its peak,

Like a hero played by an opera actor.

However, it has also been exposed to the truth,

And this is also the beginning of the destruction of the empire

Along time, towards the shadow.

The unknown Gemini sank underground.

All shadows, all shadows,

The red star rises, and the gray star sets.

I am the shadow, and you are also the shadow.

My song is like tears, no longer flowing.

The soul can no longer sing.

The lost one-twelfth does not know where to lead.

The empire fell apart, and the glory was still gone.

The snubbed cub bites the truth weaved by lies.

The empire collapsed.

We will also be destroyed. ]

The incomprehensible astrological map is temporarily put aside, the whole thing written in Allen language should be poetry.

The glorious empire that fell apart thousands of years ago.

It’s a pity that Yate doesn’t know much about the history of the Glory Empire. What he knows is the relationship with the Glory Empire. Only a few empires exist on the Glory Continent, as well as the transcripts of the spells in his inventory. A few words on the above.

He, the opera actor, the shadow, the red star and the gray star, the twins, the underground, the lost twelfth, the cub, the lie...

A series of sentences carried various images that he couldn't understand at all. He didn't understand whether the content was an epic with a secret, or a certain imperial wizard who was in great poems when the empire was destroyed, groaning and writing out a lot without illness. sentence.

But judging from the fact that Promi is so nervous, what secret does it have?

Yate turned his head and asked Promi, "Promi, do you know the metaphor of these three boards?"

The next moment, he heard Promi’s inner self-talk:

"Metaphors? What metaphors? Those weird sentences? Are there secrets? Are there any secrets besides my birth? If I know it, it will destroy me? But I really don't know! I don’t have any memory...Just say I don’t know? But if he thinks I’m worthless because I don’t know, will he kill me?"

Yate, who was not conscious at all, tagged Promi as a "persecuted delusion", and Promi's self-talk also made him sigh in his heart. This guy shouldn't know.

Immediately, Promi’s voice sounded: "These boards seem to be related to me, but I don’t know anything, I just hide them..."

The language can be refined a bit. Who would believe this reason?

Yate muttered to himself, and then glanced at him: "That's it, you bury the body first."

"Yes! Master!" Promi turned and floated away without saying a word, manipulating several simulacrums to carry the bodies of the six people and preparing to bury them.

Seeing Promi's movements, Yate shook his head, then shifted his gaze to the inventory.

I just hope the inventory can give him some useful information.

The palm of the hand swept across the surface of the three wooden boards, and there were three more wooden boards in one of the slots in the inventory.

[Cracked Plank lv2: The ordinary plank that records the Glory Empire, the unknown poem and legendary star map written by Macmillan, the last glorious wizard, has no power and has been shattered. 】

What Yate was worried about happened. These three boards were just ordinary boards without any information.

The only messages given to him were "Macmillan, the Last Glory Wizard", "Anonymous Poetry" and "Legendary Star Map".

There is no detailed explanation.

headache.

Yate's only feeling now is this, and then he shook his head. Since there is no way to solve it now, he can only wait for a chance to deal with it later. After going to Durard County Town, he can find an opportunity to check the information.

His gaze swept across the parchment that occupied the grids in the inventory, or other media that recorded something.

The automatic secretary is indeed a good thing...

He observed the inscriptions in his spiritual sea, and only one of the four was the same as the inscription of the automatic secretary.

Do I need to imitate and engrave the eight inscriptions of the automatic secretary first?

Automatic clerk, intensive reading, fast technical recording.

Although these three cannot directly help him in battle, they are very important for organizing information...

The fifth inscription engraved tonight is the inscription on the automatic secretary.

Yate's gaze swept outside the house, the heavy rain had become much smaller, the pattering raindrops fell on the ground that had accumulated a lot of water, and the corpse simulacrum was digging holes in the ground with a slow motion-I don't know Is it hand or foot or some other part.

Those simulacrums have returned to their original forms—soft, gray-brown bodies like slimes, and most of those that were not involved in the excavation, still retain the unfinished deformation—a bit like a child taking a picture The crow's shape is a bit contoured but not the crow's weird plasticine.

Especially their stiff and slow movements deepened this impression.

...

At night, Promi, who had controlled the mimetic monster to bury the corpse, looked at Yate, who had entered meditation, and the circle of crow servants around him, waving his wings with tears.

Looking at the wings that were already far from the manpower, Promi couldn't help but sighed. He had already accepted his fate, so what else could he do if he couldn't resist completely? Even if it raises the thought of resistance, there is another force that binds it, and its power does not respond to its thought at all.

If it hadn't known that it was in a spirit state now, it would have thought it was in some tattered corpse.

Afterwards, it turned around and looked at the simulacrums who were disguised as branches in the woods under his control...

Wait for him, no, wait for the master to end his meditation and ask the master to allow it to use a simulacrum as its body.

Although it is very special, it will not have any impact if it exists in the form of a spirit body, but I don't know why, it still wants a shell...

Because you used to be the core of a magic puppet.

Yate, who was sitting in the room, was a bit speechless. Originally, he wanted to enter meditation and perform engraving, but this Promi's twittering kept his thoughts in his mind.

It was originally just to be wary of its possible maliciousness, so it was not blocked, but now it seems that sometimes it is better to block this noisy guy.

PS: py transaction, py transaction, the first py transaction in this book, friendly recommendation of "I, God, Redeemer" by Demon Dream Shi Yu.

I used to chase his "My Gods and the Holy See" book of the Holy See's camp, this product is now back to the starting point, and it is also a book in the game zone. _(:з」∠)_