The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 358: The original secret keeper
"...the **** of records and secrecy?"
Annan was startled when he heard this and asked: "Isn't the Faceless Poet the **** of funerals and records?"
The "Skeleton Crow" summoned by Old Vasily before was the messenger of the Faceless Poet. The influence required to summon the Skeleton Crow is the "remnants of the Silent Funeral."
Come to think of it, the emblem of the Geraint family seems to be a crow...
"This is a secret, Your Highness Annan."
Nolan smiled.
"——In fact, there is no field of 'funeral' in the priesthood of the Faceless Poet. There is even no **** of funerals in this world.
"You must know that a 'funeral' is a 'gift to send off the deceased.' This is very close to the core field of the Bone Burial Mother. Even the Bone Burial Church itself has a funeral ceremony.
"It is impossible for anyone who is not a follower of the Bone Burial Granny to be allowed to hold this kind of truth... It is even impossible to obtain it from the Book of Truth. Because the 'funeral' was not fully enlightened and had just been mastered in the initial civilization." The custom of burying bones has already been born. Although the Faceless Poet is very ancient, he has not yet reached that level...
"The Faceless Poet is considered by foreigners to be the **** of funerals because he can produce 'remnants of silent funerals'. But in fact, its focus is not on the 'funeral' itself, but on 'observation' and 'silence' '.
"This 'silence' is the manifestation of the field of secret-keeping - the faceless poet is the founder of the extraordinary tradition of 'secret-keeper'... He became a **** because of this, and all his believers must keep it for him. This secret."
That’s it.
Annan understood.
Is the existence of the truth of "keeping secrets" itself "keeping secrets" by believers...
This is an excellent and lasting means of consolidating the truth.
It is much better than Lord Skull asking his followers to betray others, and Fu Fu asking his followers to castrate themselves.
But Annan quickly realized something was wrong.
"...Then why can you tell me this?"
He is not a believer in the Faceless Poet.
Just a quick question and an answer... Is this really keeping a secret?
Faced with Annan's question, Nolan Sr. calmly replied: "On the one hand, this is because 'keeping secrets' itself is a contradictory truth.
“If you want to ‘keep a secret’, you must obtain the secret; and obtaining the secret itself is in conflict with the ‘secret-keeping’ behavior of the previous generations of secret holders.
"Therefore, keeping the secret lies in the act itself, not in the result; the more people who know the secret and are willing to keep silent about it, the stronger the power of our Lord will be."
"...On the other hand, this is an order conveyed to me personally by the Faceless Poet. He asked me to try my best to protect you."
Nolan smiled and replied gently: "So, a lot of your worries are actually unnecessary... I did have an idea for Her Highness Kafni before. But our Geraint family will try our best to protect Your safety in the capital.
“Of course, if you are willing to let us ‘protect Her Highness Kafni like we protect you’, then we will also comply with this order.”
The old man promised.
...What?
Why does the Faceless Poet do this?
Annan frowned in confusion.
He has no recollection of any connection with the Faceless Poet.
In his memory, the only relationship he had with the Faceless Poet seemed to be when he led the player to kill his crow...
Can this be considered acquaintance?
Isn’t this considered a bad fate?
Annan fell into deep thought.
"Ga! Ga!"
At this moment, Annan heard a loud crow coming from outside the house.
It even penetrated the basement wall and reached Annan's ears.
At the same time as he heard the crow's call, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from his fingertips, quickly spreading to the skin of his arms.
It's like touching a humming machine with your hand. The soreness was accompanied by a very clear warm current that quickly flowed through Annan's body.
It was as if there was some invisible force flowing through Annan's body...all the musculoskeletal blood vessels all over his body were carefully pulled out and inspected.
When this power flowed from Annan's fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turned into an extremely comfortable, even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up in a ball after getting wet from the rain and drying yourself off by the fire.
[You have received a gift from the Faceless Poet. Before the attributes reach 20 points, the strength, agility, and physical attributes obtained by exercise will be reduced by 30% of the required exercise time]
[You have obtained a new mark "High-level influence: the cry of the faceless crow"]
[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "record" (difficulty: distortion) after seven days. 】
Annan suddenly saw that in the cracks of the basement door, countless black liquids flowed in from the outside.
The strange sense of oppression becomes more and more clear——
Annan was finally confirmed.
This is exactly how I felt when I saw Lord Skeleton for the first time... the very clear sense of abnormality I had when I first came into contact with the true form of the false god.
The strange thing is that I am not so nervous when I come into contact with Zhengshen.
After flowing into the room, these liquids gather together again. It becomes sticky at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a ChéngRén shape.
"Long time no see..."
The voice of the black humanoid was thick and muddy, as if there were multiple different voices ringing at the same time, and it was like a TV image with poor signal flickering on and off.
...strange. ~IndoMTL.com~ Why does it feel a bit like a...senpai from Valtore?
Anan had such an idea in his mind.
Facing this strange black human form, Nolan stood up from the sofa with Eugene, put his hand on his chest respectfully, and bowed quietly to it.
After about two seconds, the black mud successfully gathered the ChéngRén shape.
She looks very short - only about 1.45 meters. She has no clothes on her body, only her long satin-like hair hanging down like a black waterfall behind her, twining around her body like a living monster, as if it is crawling. Like a robe, the body is completely covered.
The only decoration is a black crow mask hanging on her face.
"Long time no see, Annan!"
Beyond her young figure, the girl who is full of strange and magical nature made a bright, sharp but not so pleasant voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!
"Why did you come to Noah without notifying me?"
"The Faceless Poet...?"
Annan whispered "His" name in a low voice.
There are not many people who can appear openly in the heavily guarded basement of Geraint's house and still make Nolan not feel nervous.
Looking at Nolan's respectful expression now, his identity has already been revealed.
But the problem is...
Annan doesn’t know Him at all?
He has never even seen Him!
The faceless poet is obviously so familiar with himself...
... Could it be that the person who became associated with this false **** was Annan from the past?