The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 149: The manipulator of name and destiny

"If I want to reveal and solve the conspiracy surrounding me, how many Holy Light Marks will I have to pay?"

Annan asked.

Confronted with this offensive inquiry, the tragedy writer was completely lifeless.

He was just not impatient and looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile: "Then it depends on the specific conspiracy.

"The word [conspiracy], if used broadly, has a wide meaning. Just for the purpose of 'love', there are no less than ten people who are carrying out a 'conspiracy' against you; there are still some who don't know Your existence, and their conspiracy is related to you - does this count?

"If I want to tell you everything, then this cannot be solved by more than a hundred holy light marks. This is already closely related to the truth of [Conspiracy]."

"Then come one by one."

Annan replied without hesitation: "What about Professor Wolf?

"——What did he want to do when he sent Doreen to me? What did he want to do when he became Professor Wolf?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

The tragedy writer replied leisurely: "Don't you have the answer in your own heart?"

"I only thought you were a Fun Man, but I didn't know you were a Riddler."

Annan said coldly: "I am using the Holy Light Seal to buy the answer, Your Excellency."

Besides, I have many answers in mind.

There are even contradictory ones.

I came here to look at the reference answers, not just to read "such and such question, omitted".

"This question is worth forty marks."

The tragedy writer shook his finger and raised the corners of his mouth: "'Frederick'... Do you know why his last name is Wolf Heart?

"Because he really replaced his heart with a werewolf's heart.

"As you can see, he made some interesting arrangements. He divided himself into two halves, cut his memories, and changed his name... He thought he could get it from me. Escaped from the side."

——How is it possible.

The tragedy writer did not say these words. But the mocking and happy mood was already read by Annan on his face through the mirror.

His reserve means that his expressions will never be so straightforward.

"I am the first **** to complete self-cutting. I am also the **** who has studied the 'name' the most."

The tragedy writer just finished speaking.

The prompt finally appeared in front of Annan:

[Acquire mysterious knowledge: the second real name of the God of Conspiracy and Murder, "The Tragedy Writer"]

[This mysterious knowledge can be used as "Golden Spell (Idol School): True Name Plunder"]

Cannot be used as an influence to perform rituals, nor can it be used to call gods.

How could the "tragedy writer" purify the mysterious knowledge of his real name to such a pure level...

"Remember, this is 'Melampos'. Not 'Sophocles'."

The tragedy writer stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture: "Of course you can also use 'Sophocles' to perform rituals, but I no longer specifically classify it as mysterious knowledge - only in When the name 'Sophocles' is spoken in the ritual, it corresponds to me as a piece of mysterious knowledge and is consumed in the moment of response.

"After all, it's just a pseudonym. Although a pseudonym known by everyone can also be regarded as a real name... But there is no point in making people forget their pseudonym.

"And if something happens to you, just call me by my real name. In order to prevent you from using it indiscriminately and forgetting it, I took back the other powers entwined with this name. After all, no one knows this except you. The name——Mr. Yao also told you because 'you are the one who asked this question'."

The tragedy writer said leisurely.

To put it simply, "Sophocles" is the office phone number, while "Melanpos" is the personal phone number...

Annan instantly understood what the tragedy writer meant.

As he talked with the tragedian, he came to understand more and more this style of speaking in half circles.

However, being able to freely control the power contained in the mysterious knowledge of one's true name...

Annan dare not say that other righteous gods do not have this ability - after all, it does not sound very useful, maybe they just do not need to do this. But Annan can also see that this is indeed a very delicate handiwork.

"So, you also know how stupid it is for him to try to escape from me by manipulating his name, right?"

The elegant middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes and deep features showed a sarcastic smile: "In the words of your world...it's called playing tricks, right?"

"You said what you said, don't involve me."

Annan stuffed back a calm sentence and forcibly interrupted the topic.

"So. After he discovered that it was impossible to escape from me no matter what, I thought he might have gone a little crazy. Probably."

The smile on the tragedy writer's face is always elegant and gentle: "He gave himself the heart of a wolf. He also carefully controlled the werewolves, trying to let these werewolves seize power in the Principality of Winter, all because he was afraid Me.

"And when he finally realized that no matter how much he flattered me, my attitude towards him would not change... and I would not take his life, he decisively gave up his previous conspiracy. It’s to protect oneself. The conspiracy that was abandoned halfway...isn’t it ironic?"

At this point, the tragedy writer shook his head slightly and said pointedly: "When a drunk man can break free from his drunkenness at any time, it means that he is not drunk at all, but is just pretending to be drunk."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Of course I want to test whether you are Annan Rindong. Probe - you know the meaning of this word. That little girl is just a fate probe."

When Annan heard this, he immediately reacted.

"...Is it to create a causal relationship between her and 'Annan'?"

"That's right. The fake body you are using now is Michelangelo's last masterpiece before his sublimation - it is a self-aware, self-driven wizard-type marble that is immune to the spells of most prophets and icon schools. Golem.

"Although it cannot deflect gold-level idol spells, it is a pity... The highest level of spells that open one's 'God's Eye' to view the thread of fate will not exceed the silver level. In other words, if Redrick cannot check the fate of 'Ghirlandaio'.

"The thread of fate cannot adhere to it. Then it is impossible to control, vibrate, perceive, or affect your destiny from a distance... It is also impossible to comb through the thread of fate and deduce your true name by looking at the past. ”

Because "Ghirlandaio" does not have a thread of fate, it cannot be viewed by high-level idol wizards as to what happened in the past...

Annan quickly understood the problem.

Wait.

In this case——

"That's right."

The tragedy writer was the first to say: "Because you took her in, 'Annan' had an indirect intersection with her after all.

"If 'Ghirlandaio' is not Annan, then little Doreen, who is clean and will not run around, has been given to Ghirlandaio by him... Why does she appear to be the same as ' Where is the thread of fate connecting Annan and Winter?"

She should not have seen Annan Coldong.

...Wrong.

If it was at that time that Professor Wolf finally started to control Annan... he would have been too late!

Because at that time ~IndoMTL.com~ the players had already arrived at the Sporadic Mill!

Annan finally reacted.

Why was I drawn to the Mill of Sporosis? Why did I meet Nefertari through the dream of the Mill of Sporosis, and was further drawn into "Nightmare: Gemini"...

Even using "Husky and Thirteen Incense" who were similar to the two people in the past to solve this nightmare, the true identity of "Professor Wolf" hidden in the void was exposed...

It is impossible for Professor Wolf to do such a thing.

This does him no good at all. Instead, his already calm life became turbulent again.

But for a tragedy writer... this is undoubtedly a rare pleasure.

"...So it was you from the very beginning?"

"It's me."

The tragedian responded calmly: "Before you left Noah...I have been watching you since you left Paper Princess and the Faceless Poet. To be precise, it was you who wanted to go to Bronn. Beginning with the Razor Collar of Field Province, and the Sporadic Mill below it, I was the one influencing you.

"Under the protection of the Book of Heavenly Wheels, I have only done one thing. That is to let you choose 'Spore Mill' from the many cities in the underground kingdom. That's all." This has made me try my best... The stories that follow have nothing to do with me, that is the real 'fate'."

Destiny is a treacherous road.

The tragedy writer sighed for the second time.

"The reason why Doreen failed to assassinate you smoothly, was not manipulated to send back more information, and was not recovered by Professor Wolf personally... is because he vaguely noticed that you were following the path I gave. 'Introduce the plot' and move forward.

"Of course he doesn't dare to touch you again. He also doesn't dare to trap you on the ground and waste your time."