Whispering Poems

Chapter 2648 Time Stability Anchor

"I'm still sitting here."

Shade emphasized, and Danister Gustave frowned slightly:

"I promised you last time, but that was only last time. I won't lie to you, but I haven't given up on this plan yet."

Of course, Xia De knew that she would not give up easily, but he was still a little surprised when she said it like that.

The two hermits said nothing:
"We have two other ways to suppress the curse: the Hermits can create a special alchemical item; there is an ancient church in this woodland where we can confess."

The sound of rain was pattering outside the tavern. Although the hermits mentioned two methods, they did not continue to describe the details. Just as they said, they did not trust any ring wizard who traveled through time, and they did not think that people could give up the plan to continue using the tree hole.

"How about I trade your information for yours?"

Shade then suggested, and when the two hermits exchanged glances, he said directly:

"The church in the city already knows about the tree hole. Not the natural church, they already knew about it. I mean all the churches in the city."

Elderly Mr. Meloni and Mr. Van Buren were both startled:
"Sorry, what?"

"Someone reported the tree hole incident to the church."

Shade pointed at himself:

"By the way, that person is me. I know you have been keeping this secret because you are worried that the ring sorcerers in the church will not be able to resist the temptation, or that the Orthodox Church itself will try to use those tree holes, but the situation is different now."

The old hermit in a brown robe across the table put his hand over his chest:
"You told the church? You knew this would happen."

"The eighth chapter of "The Whispering Poems" takes place in the city of Vesta. The chosen one of time will be born in this ancient woodland. Now the outsiders [Tree Hole Association] have come with secrets, and the ancient evil has long been lurking in this forest town because of the actions of mortals.

Mr. Van Buren, Mr. Meloni, it was certainly right for the [Forest Hermits] to keep this secret. But things are different now, aren't they? From Tobesk last year to Moon Bay this summer, these things have proved that the Church of the Five Gods is indeed the foundation for maintaining the order of the material world. "

The two people across the table looked even uglier:

"Mr. Watson, are you sure that the chosen one of the time will appear here?"

"Of course. I don't know if you have noticed that this woodland is the place with the most 'tree holes' in the entire material world. And in recent decades, aren't there too many tree holes?"

"Someone has indeed mentioned similar speculations, and we have also discussed whether the chosen one of time will appear here, but after all, we cannot confirm the details."

Mr. Meloni hesitated and stood up:

"Hold on."

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and folded it into the shape of a "crane" as he walked toward the window. He opened the window and blew gently, and the handkerchief flew directly into the rain.

Less than ten minutes later, it flew back. The old man carefully checked the words on the handkerchief, and then asked Xia De and Miss Danister:

"You two, would you mind visiting our camp in the woods in the rain?"

Both Shad and Miss Danister stood up:

"Of course I don't mind."

The four of them bid farewell to the deserted village tavern holding umbrellas. Shortly after leaving Miguel Village in the southeast of the village, the hermits took the two of them through a hidden tree hole in the forest, and then came with them to the real dense forest ten miles northeast.

Because of the distance, although the sky above the woods was gloomy, it did not rain, which fully demonstrated that this place is far away from the city.

This area is the undeveloped primeval forest of Vista Forest, and there is not even any road leading to it. After leaving the tree hole that had jumped into space, the four people walked for another 20 minutes, and a large group of deer actually walked towards the four people.

The "she" in the ear smiled and pointed out the shapeshifters among them, and the deer were obviously the outer guard of the hermit group, so they just walked past the four people.

After passing the deer, they encountered two more bears, but this time they were real wild animals. Not long after they continued walking, Mr. Meloni took the initiative to stop and showed the token to prevent the warning ceremony in the forest from being triggered. Only then did he bring Shade and Miss Danister to the actual station of the [Forest Hermits].

Xia De originally thought that according to the hermits' character, their encampment would probably be a few ordinary wooden houses like the logging camp in the forest. But when the illusion disappeared, what appeared before his eyes was a large camp built around an ancient temple standing in the forest, which could accommodate hundreds of people.

And not only are there stone and wood buildings on the ground, but there are also multi-story tree houses on the surrounding trees. Of course, none of these tree houses are as exquisite as the tree house of the forest elf girl.

The temple leans against a huge oak tree behind it. The temple is also made of wood, and its structure seems to have merged into one with the oak tree.

The camp looked very lively, with most people harvesting wheat in the fields outside the camp, and a few tending the campfires or doing other handicrafts. People were seen moving around in the simple buildings on the ground and in the tree houses, and the monks lived a simple life.

Although it is far from civilized society, this small settlement also has its own living environment. The living conditions here are definitely not good, but judging from the atmosphere, people who really pursue a peaceful life will definitely like it here.

"That's the temple of our Lord."

Mr. Meloni pointed to the temple under the big tree and introduced it softly, then led Shad and Miss Danister to the largest bonfire in the center of the camp and sat down with them.

At this time, the strongest twelve-ring warlock in the camp, a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old, was already waiting for them by the fire.

He had been tending a pot on the fire in which were roasting some pine cones.

"Steve Davis, I am the current Grand Elder of the Hermit Order."

The Twelve Rings Warlock wore the same brown robe as the other hermits, and shook hands with Shade while introducing himself. Like Dr. Schneider, Mr. Davis also had blue eyes, but the color of his eyes was much lighter than the doctor's:
"I have been informed of the matter regarding the Chosen One in the letter sent by Meloni. It is this lady who is cursed by time, right?"

He handed her the wooden box beside him:

"Here, use this to temporarily suppress the time curse. You don't have to wear it on your finger, you can use it as a pendant."

After the box was opened, a wooden ring was placed inside. The ring was made of oak, and the miracle element represented that it was a divine item.

The surface of the wooden ring had clear wood grain, engraved with ancient elven runes and prayers to the old god [White Sacred Tree] that Shade had never seen before. The inside of the ring had a series of intricate ritual patterns.

Judging from the content of miracle elements alone, this ring is not inferior to the holy emblem returned by Shade, but the holy emblem is definitely more meaningful to the hermits.

"We call this divine item the 'Time Stabilization Anchor'. Wearing it can not only suppress one's own curse to a certain extent, but also improve one's own time resistance. However, its effect on suppressing curses is most obvious on ordinary people, and can only play a small role on powerful ring sorcerers.

It acts like an anchor, making the wearer more stable in time, whereas if the wearer is heavy and swaying because of the curse, then the anchor will definitely be less effective.

Mr. Davis looked respectfully at the temple on the side of the crowd:
"To make such a divine item not only requires our unique technology, but also requires it to be enshrined in the temple of our Lord for at least ten years. Although many things in the Hermit Order have been lost to the outside world, the 'Time Stabilization Anchor' has never been obtained by people outside the Order."

"Looks awesome."

The red-haired girl took the ring and looked at it, but had no intention of wearing it here.

Shade sat up beside the fire:

"Thank you for your willingness to help. So, Mr. Davis, the Hermit Order believes my information about the Chosen One?"

The middle-aged man with twelve rings sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at him:
"Actually, ever since the summer god-descent event in Tobesk, the northern steam capital, confirmed that the 'Whispering Poems' were not just a legend last year, I have suspected that the Chosen One of Time would appear in this woodland.

But last year I originally thought that even if my guess was correct, it would take at least five or six years for Vestal Forest to take over. I didn’t expect that with the help of the God Summoner, the chosen ones would appear so quickly.”

From the shining day of the Silver Moon in midsummer last year to the end of the Harvest Moon this year, more than a year has passed and it has reached the eighth place.

"Mr. Watson, I don't know which side you and this lady represent, but since Old John recognizes you, I am willing to trust you. We rarely let outsiders enter our camp, and now we bring you here because of this trust.

But regardless of whether our mutual friend [The Guiding Light Hermitage] wants to get involved in the affairs of the Chosen Ones, we hermits have no intention of getting involved in the epic of the Sixth Age. Of course, we are willing to help you, but we will not take the initiative to do anything, let alone take refuge with the Orthodox Church. "

Shade also understood his caution. These neutral ring magician groups had their own ideas:

"It's good that you're willing to help. When I mentioned you to Father John, he complained that you were hiding such a secret."

Mr. Davis shook his head.
“No matter how cautious one is about the secrets of time travel, it is never too late. Those who hope to preserve civilization as much as possible for the end of the world are not without regrets about the past.

Now, Mr. Watson, come and ask, what do you want to know from us?"