The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

"good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," said Siles.

In room 666, five enlighteners gathered.

As soon as Siles sat down, Eric said to him, "What have you got to do with the second corridor?"

"What?" Sirius was taken aback.

Eric said, "I heard someone talking about your name...not about your project." He recalled, "It seems to be discussing your... manuscript?"

"I heard," Darrell interjected. "You lost a manuscript? I heard people complaining about the security of the Historical Society."

Mrs. Fuller also said: "I'm already making a list of lost items here. The first corridor seems to be planning to gather together the things lost by the revelators in recent days." She paused, "It doesn't seem to care about your things very much manuscript."

Angela blinked, and then said: "There is no news from the elders here." She turned to say, "However, before I came, I heard a few elders seem to be discussing the level of pollution... It seems that there is a revelation Healed?"

Siles couldn't help saying: "You are all very well informed."

"Of course." Angela said proudly, "We have wiped out all five departments."

Siles then gave a complete account of what happened this morning.He didn't say that the manuscript was still there.Now that the matter has been told, Siles intends to really "lose" it.

At noon, he just went to buy a notebook, and then really tried to copy the contents of his original draft notebook in room 450.

There is a whole set of acting to be done...at least today in the Historical Society.

When Siles said this, his companion suddenly realized.

"Someone seemed to be wondering about your manuscript," recalls Eric. "I heard a woman say, 'He did lose it'."

It seems to be Doris, thought Siles.

Sure enough, someone was testing him through Doris.However, this matter must not bypass the person in charge of the second corridor, Mr. Grace.

Not long ago, Mr. Grace had given up investigating the theft of the museum keeper.If you look at these two things together... the position of the person in charge of the second corridor seems a bit difficult to discern.

Is he a lackey of some people in the Presbyterian Church?Or is that just perfunctory?

Siles didn't want to pass judgment at this time.But he does feel that there are many factions and a complicated atmosphere within the Historical Society.He thought that this might be a common problem of large organizations.

If it was an organization like the Folklore Society, the atmosphere might be better, but there would not be so many opportunities and knowledge.

There are gains and losses.

"It's a pity, Professor." Angela said, "I think you must have recorded a lot of inspiration in your notebook."

Siles couldn't help but sighed.

...Because he actually had to copy the contents of the draft book intact.

Forget it, this can be regarded as sorting out his various thoughts in the past period of time.

The atmosphere was dull for a moment.

Then, Mrs. Fuller asked with interest: "So, you really succeeded in decontaminating a revelator?"

"I can't say that completely." Siles said, "His own factors also accounted for a large part, I just did the job of guiding."

"That's enough." Eric exclaimed, "Believe me, you will be very popular inside the society, especially the enlighteners in the second and third corridors."

This is the second time someone has said that to Siles today.

"It's just one success story," says Siles. "There's no complete, systemic approach to treatment."

Darrell couldn't help but said, "That's enough!"

"But it's not universal." Siles said rigorously.

Darrell froze for a moment, then muttered, "This is a scholar..."

Siles: "..."

Angela was the first to bear it and laughed out loud.She tried her best to bear it, after all, this is her elective professor.But she couldn't help it.A serious professor and a careless young boy...their conversation is like a duck, and Angela can't help laughing.

Mrs. Fuller and Eric couldn't help laughing afterward.

Amidst the laughter of his companions, Siles couldn't help sighing, and said, "It's really just a coincidence...not everyone can achieve Colin's level."

Mrs. Fuller smiled and said, "Of course we understand. But, Professor, we mean, you can be proud. After all, you did manage to free a Revelator from contamination."

Siles shook his head, not wanting to take credit.

Eric said: "Then we are waiting for your complete treatment plan."

"That's right!" Angela said, "I can feel, Professor, after what happened this morning, the opinion of you within the Presbyterian Church has changed. This is a good thing."

Mrs. Fuller mused, "Perhaps they too were tainted by the will of the old gods."

This made everyone else quiet.

Angela and Darrell looked at Mrs. Fuller in bewilderment.

In the end, Siles said: "They will wait for more cases, more safe and effective ... a ritual. They will not really participate in the experimental stage now."

Eric couldn't help but nodded, and said, "It's always like this for big people."

After this slightly serious topic, Angela made a joke: "It seems that I don't have to worry about being polluted in the future—of course, I will still pay attention to safety."

Siles nodded.

After that, the topic turned to homework, and they talked about each other's life and work.

Mrs. Fuller was chatting with Angela about some annoying administrative work.

Angela complained about the endless documents, archives, and tedious meetings in the Presbyterian Church. Mrs. Fuller mentioned that the first corridor is currently sorting out the list of introductory revelators who have joined the Historical Society in recent months, and is checking everywhere for accuracy. The joining time is really troublesome.

For a time, the two of them had a very common language.

Siles thought for a while, looked at Eric, and asked, "I want to ask one thing, Eric." Seeing that Eric nodded, he continued, "Greyson Foods is in West City, has it already Completely dominated the market?"

Eric froze for a moment, recalled for a moment, and then said: "Almost... yes. In terms of food, whether it is finished products or ingredients, these shops are almost all supplied by Grayson, or Grayson.

"Not long ago, my wife and daughter and I went to a restaurant in West City to eat, and heard the owner of the restaurant say that most of the restaurants in West City have also changed to Grayson's supply of raw materials.

"Grayson's ingredients are cheap and easy to use. My wife said so, and so did the neighbors, including the owner of the restaurant, the chef, and the guests. I don't know where they get such cheap ingredients."

When Eric said this, Siles also had some doubts: "Greyson's ingredients...are they really of such good quality?"

He has always heard that Grayson's ingredients are cheap and delicious, but he has never bought them himself. He has never tried some of Grayson's finished dishes. He only bought Grayson's dessert once when he went to Finn's house. To Anthony and Mrs. Finn.

Therefore, although he has always heard some news about Grayson, he has no real feeling.

Eric nodded again and again, and even showed a little memorable expression: "It's really good. I look forward to the moment when I go home every day, and part of the reason is because of the food."

Siles felt a little subtle.He had that thought again—the business of Grayson Foods is so good... Isn't it really adulterated with some strange substance?

He changed his mind and thought again, maybe it was just a price war?

When the market has not been monopolized, it can shock other competitors with low prices and good quality; after monopolizing the market, it can raise prices unscrupulously.This is a common practice in business competition.

Maybe that's what Grayson Foods has in mind.

Siles thought.

On the side, Angela and Darrell also heard their conversation.

Darrell said suddenly, "Greyson...is that company from the food town in the southern suburbs?"

"South suburb?"

"Gourmet town?"

The focus of several people is not the same.

Darrell continued: "My parents saw the promotion of the gourmet town in the newspaper, and they plan to go for a day together tomorrow. I heard that there are a lot of delicious food." He showed a look of anticipation.

"Gourmet town..." Angela seemed a little expectant.

"Southern Suburb..." Eric was a little confused, "Where exactly is South Suburb?"

"What?" Siles realized that Eric's doubts were not in the name of the food town.

"The southern suburbs...probably to the east of Mount Hughes." Darrell said with gestures.

Eric frowned, he hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sorry... I mean, try to be careful when you pass by, and don't get close to Mount Hughes."

"Is there a problem with Mount Hughes?" Darrell was obviously taken aback.

Mount Hughes is one of the mountains in the southern suburbs. It sounds unremarkable, and it is even a place frequented by some tourists and climbers, because it can overlook the entire Lamifa city.

Eric said: "I have been sorting out the files before the second corridor, and you should know about this." He said first, seeing other people nodding, and then continued, "I found that near Mount Hughes, it seems... ...There are always accidents, these past ten years."

……Over ten years?A hint of inspiration flashed across Siles' heart.

"Ten years?!" Angela was also shocked, "But... Mount Hughes, and some surrounding mountains, aren't many people traveling and going out to relax?"

On the whole, the suburbs in the four directions of Lamifa City have their own regional attributes.

The western suburbs are traffic arteries.Because the earliest developed area of ​​Lamifa City is here, the west city is connected to many other cities in the Principality of Const, so the western suburbs have become a transportation transfer point between Lamifa City and the outside world.

The railway station of Ramifa City is also located in the western suburbs.

The northern suburbs are where the residences of some powerful people are located.Just like Professor Calverley, who was visited by Siles, many wealthy nobles like to build a villa in the northern suburbs, and occasionally live there for a while when they want to be quiet.

There are many villages under the jurisdiction of Lamifa City in the eastern suburbs. For example, Merlin Town, the birthplace of Siles, is there.Outside of these villages, there are also some roads.However, it is not as developed and healthy as the western suburbs.

As for the southern suburbs, that is where the mountains and rivers pass. For example, the Kanla River, which traverses the north and the south, starts from its source farther north, and finally flows into Lake Dane in the southern suburbs.

Because of the beautiful scenery, the southern suburbs are the destination of many Lamifa residents for excursions out of the city.It is also a good choice to build a gourmet town in the southern suburbs, which can attract enough tourists.

But now, Eric said that Mount Hughes has had frequent accidents in the past ten years.

"Are followers of the old gods gathered there?" Mrs. Fuller thought thoughtfully, "However, it is impossible for the officials of Lamifa City to announce such a thing."

"...Indeed." Angela said in a daze.

It seems that, as a noble lady, Angela has visited the southern suburbs, and even visited Mount Hughes.

In the silence, Darrell asked cautiously: "So... I told my parents that tomorrow's trip is cancelled?"

The atmosphere eased up a bit.

Eric shook his head and said, "No, no. It's just that I think you'd better avoid Mount Hughes."

Darrell nodded immediately, and he said, "That's good! I still want to go to the gourmet town to eat!"

Mrs. Fuller was thoughtful, and then said, "How about we go together tomorrow?" She laughed, "Eric can bring your wife and daughter, and Angela can also call your friends.

"I think, leaving aside the issue of Mount Hughes, the gourmet town would be a good place to visit."

Angela was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes!" Her mood improved inexplicably, "This is indeed a good choice! I haven't gone out to play for a long time. The weather in September is very lovely.

"If it's October and November, I really don't want to go out."

Eric thought for a while, and suddenly realized that he hadn't gone out with his wife and daughter for a long time, so he also nodded.

Siles nodded as well.Perhaps, he thought, he could call Lorenzo and treat him to dinner.His roommate helped him a lot, both academically and in life - he took the trouble to get the letter for Siles.

Therefore, the proposal was passed by all members.

Because of this incident, their party ended early this time.Angela and Eric are busy going back to talk to their friends and family about tomorrow's trip.Mrs. Fuller is also going home to prepare for tomorrow's trip.

Darrell was going home to do his homework—Angela burst out laughing at the fact, but she looked at Sirius, thought about her elective homework...and the smile faded away.

Siles was going to the salon.

Speaking of the salon, he suddenly thought of the matter of the Dawn Revelation Society, so he thought about it and said some information.The rest of the people listened with relish.

None of them had joined the Faculty yet, either they were not interested, or they simply didn't have the time; so now, I was surprised and curious to hear that Siles had joined the Dawn Revelation.

But his companions sighed when it came to the fact that it also attracted the attention of some of the great figures of the Historical Society.

"Professor, you really have to pay attention to safety issues." Angela said, "Whether it's the matter of the three elements of gods on the surface, or the matter of the Dawn Revelation Society secretly."

She looked around nervously and murmured, "I always feel like we should meet somewhere else. The Historical Society gives me an unsafe feeling."

Mrs. Fuller and Eric acted more maturely, but they said the same thing, asking Siles to pay attention to safety and confidentiality.

Only Darrell had a slightly different opinion.He probably felt unconvinced, so he said: "Why should the professor only let those big men threaten him, and he must remain vigilant."

Siles looked at him.

Darrell thought for a while, and then said, "Can't we turn the customer into the host?"

Saying this word, Siles deeply felt that Darrell's middle school course was really useful.

"Turning the customer first?" Angela blinked, as if she was very interested in this matter.

Siles felt a little warmth—worries and concerns for his companions, but he still said: "I can't let you risk the same attention."

"No," said Mrs. Fuller thoughtfully, "no one would think that we were secretly helping you. After all, only Carol knew we were together. But he couldn't possibly know that you were the Apocalypse of the Dawn." a member of."

Siles did not reveal that Carol was also a member of the Dawn Revelations.He looked at Mrs. Fuller, the oldest, with some surprise.

Because of Mrs. Fuller's age and experience, the group will often listen to Mrs. Fuller's opinions.

Mrs. Fuller paused, and then continued: "Our goal is not to really target or counterattack, but..." She thought, "At least investigate clearly who is behind the scenes."

Darrell immediately agreed.Young boys are not always willing to suffer.

Angela also agreed immediately.Her professor of literary history was being criticized, which made her very unhappy.

The three of them had already made up their minds, so Eric, who was vacillating at first, immediately fell to them, and even persuaded Sirius: "I don't think we can remain passive forever."

He had already used the word "we", so Siles, who was still a little hesitant, could only sigh and agreed to the proposal.

Angela cheered softly, looking very excited, and muttering something like "the first move".Same goes for Darrell.

And the three older revelators looked at them tolerantly.

The maintenance of this study group may have been only for Brewer Darrow at the beginning, but slowly, after the case of the museum keeper and the incident of Siles being targeted, they gradually formed their own ideas and principles of doing things.

Although still weak, it is growing.

Then, Angela said with some seriousness: "I think we really have to meet in another place."

At first they chose room 666 because they were used to it.But now that they are secretly poking against certain big figures at the top of the Historical Society, this room is not so safe.

"Perhaps we could open a private department at the Salon, akin to the Dawn Revelations?" Darrell suggested.

Angela hesitated for a moment.

Mrs. Fuller shook her head: "I think the Dawn Apocalypse will be special. And other departments must register all members in the first corridor, instead of keeping it secret."

Mrs. Fuller, who handles affairs related to the salon, is very clear about the affairs of the academic department.That's true to a certain degree of secrecy, but on the surface.But for the insiders of the Historical Society, this kind of list is almost clear.

Darrell shook his head immediately, overturning his suggestion just now.

Mrs. Fuller said, "I know of a private club in the city, a little south of the Historical Society." She smiled. "There's my investment there. Maybe we can meet there every Saturday afternoon, and we'll be sure enough." hidden."

Darrell exclaimed, "Cool!" He said, "Mrs. Fuller, you're amazing!"

A real smile appeared in Mrs. Fuller's eyes, and she said softly, "I'm honored."

In old age, she can still find some kind of enthusiasm that she had in her youth.She had lived a long enough life, had a happy family enough, had enough money, and there was nothing left for her but a silent death.

Therefore, she is willing to maintain this friendship that appeared at the end of her life.

"18 Houseville Street. This is the address of that club." Mrs. Fuller said, "It happens that we are going to the southern suburbs tomorrow, and I will give you the club's business card and the room where we party. Take it A business card is required to enter the club."

They all nodded, and then said goodbye to each other and left the Historical Society.

Siles didn't leave, he still had a Dawn Revelation meeting.

Before going to the salon, he thought for a while, put on his glasses, and then walked towards the entrance hall of the salon.The entrance hall automatically changes his appearance to that of the postman he used before.

But Siles replaced it with the appearance of a dealer.The croupier with glasses looked more refined.

Then, he stepped into the salon.He faintly noticed some eyes looking at him, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, so he simply ignored it.He walked to the stage and went behind the curtain.

In the room of the Dawn Apocalypse, knights, newsboys, and noble ladies have all arrived.

"Dealer!" The knight took the initiative to greet him.

The croupier nodded at him.

The four sat around the coffee table.This time the lady did not complain about the conflict between herself and her stepdaughter. Instead, she also talked about the gourmet town and some rumors about Mount Hughes in the southern suburbs.

She said worriedly: "The business of the food town has caused many people to go there. I really don't know if something will happen."

The newsboy laughed, and said very realistic words in a clear and childish voice: "However, you can't drive them all away. People like to eat food."

"That's true." The lady nodded.

The knight said, "What food town?"

The other three looked at him in unison.

The newsboy shook his head: "You are out of date, knight."

The knight tapped his metal armor.

"Well," the newsboy changed, "it's a place in the southern suburbs. There are a lot of delicacies there."

The knight nodded thoughtfully.

The croupier said: "Maybe the company behind the gourmet town doesn't know about the problems in the southern suburbs."

The lady was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "That's true."

It is impossible for ordinary people to know that accidents often happen in the southern suburbs.And what is the proportion of the enlightener in the crowd?Besides, the person who knows about it has to be someone who has a lot of contacts or a unique source of information—such as Eric.

The croupier was a little curious, how did the lady know this?However, he thought that the lady was also a famous businessman, about to become a noble lady, and also a senior enlightener... He immediately felt that it was not surprising that she could know.

At this time, their topic turned to some comparisons between the revelator and ordinary people, and naturally talked about some troubles of the revelator, such as the out-of-control time track and the pollution of the old gods.

Then the newsboy mentioned the name of Siles Noel."I hear this guy has found a way to deal with the pollution and that's a really good thing," she said.

The croupier felt that the knight gave him a nonchalant glance.He remained silent.

The knight said: "I've heard about it too. There seems to be a successful case today, which caused quite a stir within the society."

"Successful?" The newsboy looked very surprised, "I haven't heard of it yet."

The lady said: "Wait a minute and see if there are more successful cases. If there are, then I hope he can cure my brain." She pointed to her head.

"About contamination," the dealer said at this point, "I have a...guess."

The other three looked at him.

The croupier looked calm and said slowly: "Since the enlightener borrowed the power of someone in the past, and the power of a certain way has been used for a long time, he may become a believer of that god...

"So, does this mean that the will pollution from the patron made the enlightener a different person?"

The newsboy seemed to have been stabbed by something, and his original crisp voice became a little hoarse: "...become another person? What are you talking about?"

"Resurrection." The croupier said bluntly, "If a person is completely and completely polluted, then is it true that the ghost from the past has resurrected on him?"

The faces of the newsboy and the lady turned pale at the same time.The knight's face was blocked by the metal helmet, and no specific expression could be seen.

After a while, the lady said, "This is not a good guess."

"I just came up with the idea ... after seeing some people get infected -- deeply infected --," the dealer said.

"I don't think that could be a 'resurrection' in the true sense," the newsboy whispered. "They don't have the same spirituality..."

spirituality.The croupier noticed that the newsboy used the term.

He knew that the two words “spirituality” and “will” and what they point to already existed in the enlightener’s knowledge system.

Carroll once mentioned spirituality and will when talking to him about the image of Thaddeus.However, these two concepts seem unclear to ordinary revelators.

But the newspaper boy could clearly say, "their spirituality is not the same."

The croupier's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of what Carol had said.

"After the death of human beings, the spirituality dissipates, and the fragile will can no longer drive the heavy body."

Death means the dissolution of spirituality.Suppose a revelator is tainted by the will of a patron, but the latter is long dead and the spirit has long since dissipated.

But...if...the croupier suddenly thought of a possibility that made him shudder.

What if the object of the Revelation's power... hadn't died?

If the target of borrowing power is ordinary people, it shouldn't matter - many rituals corresponding to 1% pure potion, such as [Invisible Shield], the target of borrowing power is many ordinary people who are still alive.

But these rituals did not pose a problem.In other words, the will of ordinary people is not enough to shake the will of the enlightener, which is the difference between strength and soul.

And higher-level rituals, such as borrowing the power of the patron, are all dead people in history, and their spirituality must have dissipated.

So... there are only a few exceptions.

Borrow the power of the gods, borrow the power of other revelators who are still alive, and borrow the power of your past self.The dealer thought.

After the gods fall, will their spirituality, or godhead, dissipate?

At the moment when he thought of this question, the croupier almost instinctively gave a negative answer.That was an answer based on common sense—how could the godhead dissipate so easily?

Godhood just means the power of gods!

And borrowing the power of the past self, as well as borrowing the power of other enlighteners... The croupier couldn't tell the specific situation of this risk.But he always felt that this was like a subtle paradox.

The past, the power of history.The power of time.What kind of power is that?Is that a steady stream?

The revelator borrows the power of the past, and another revelator can borrow the power that this revelator once borrowed in the future?Infinite nesting dolls?

Before he figured out the nature of the power of the revealer, he might always have this kind of confusion.

After a moment of silence, the knight suddenly said: "What you want to say is actually the channel for the followers of the old god to resurrect the old god?"

The croupier said frankly: "Yes."

The newsboy and the noble lady were startled, and then realized belatedly that instead of worrying about the resurrection of someone from the past at this moment, it is better to worry about those gods who have fallen and regain a body in this world in some way.

The meanings of the two are completely different.

The lady was a little troubled and said, "Can such a thing really happen?"

The newsboy said in a subtly sarcastic tone, "That's a god after all. Who knows what the power of a god means."

The lady also sighed.

"Well ladies," said the knight, "it's just a croupier's idea, a guess. We don't need to be so worried."

He said so, but the croupier had figured it out, the knight knew what he was trying to imply—the "vessel," as Brewer Darrow once said.

So the croupier said: "Yes, I just said it casually."

Their conversation turned to other aspects.But they were all homely topics, the newsboy and the lady even talked about raising flowers and grass.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, this time the party ended.

The newsboy and the lady left first.

In the room of the Dawn Apocalypse, the knight took off his helmet, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked seriously, "Is this your guess, or is it a proven conclusion?"

"A guess," said Siles, "but I haven't thought of any other logical possibility."

Carol choked, then said annoyedly, "That's enough—!"

Siles turned to ask: "You still haven't made any progress in your investigation of Brewer's fiancée?"

Carol shook his head, and he said: "This matter is now being handled by a team in the second corridor. But... maybe you can also understand that the second corridor receives many cases every day, and Brewer What happened more than half a month ago.

"For such a long time, the investigation has made no progress, so..."

"...Even if it was a massacre?"

With an indescribable emotion, Carol said: "That will only become an anecdote in the newspapers and people's gossip. Now it's just over half a month, wait until a few months or a few years, who will remember The Darrow family?"

Siles frowned because of Carol's words. He looked up at Carol, and felt that this man who always laughed was looking too serious and pessimistic now.

Siles said: "If they really want to resurrect the old gods, they will definitely show their feet."

"Perhaps," Carol said, "...sorry. Recent events have made me..."

Siles watched him silently.

That calm, composed gaze calmed Carol down too.He said, "I had a fight with Grace not long ago. The man in charge of the Second Corridor. About the museum keeper thing—remember?"

Siles was slightly taken aback.He thought, could it be that Carol was one of the participants in the quarrel with Mr. Grace that Eric heard?

Carroll said: "I'm sort of the liaison between Corridor [-] and Corridor [-]... or rather, a potential member of the Presbyterian Church." He hesitated, but didn't say much about it, "Anyway, Grace gave up. The investigation thing pissed me off."

Siles said, "Because of some great man?"

"Not really. Grace didn't mean to please. He just didn't think there was a need to waste time on that case. Now that the things have been recovered... And I hope, at least investigate what the underground gangs in West City are doing."

Carol showed a slightly annoyed expression.

In the end, he said: "I just feel that the historical society... I mean, the revealer, people's attitudes and ideas, and their positions..." He shook his head.

Siles reached out and patted Carol on the shoulder... the metal armor.

"Forget it." Carol said suddenly and heartily, "Actually, I also understand that there are too many things in the second corridor to keep busy. Grace is obliged to give priority to other serious cases."

"Indeed." Sirius also nodded.

The second corridor gave up continuing to investigate the underground gang, and at the same time gave up investigating Brewer's case.Maybe there are others... many cases are left unsolved.Siles could understand that, as Carroll said, there were too many events.

But what he was really worried about was that it was hard to say that these two things ended and ended like this.If because of their negligence and perfunctory at this moment, what irreparable consequences will be caused in the future?

Didn't the former Brewer Darrow lose all possible vitality because of their recklessness?

Siles sighed inwardly.

Carroll said: "I'll keep an eye out...if there's news. I sincerely hope that this time your speculation doesn't come true."

Siles remained silent.

"By the way, get rid of the pollution thing and keep working hard. I believe that most of the enlighteners support you." Carroll said, and gently reminded, "Don't worry too much about certain high-level. There are more The higher-ups await your conclusions and results."

Siles nodded and said, "I will."

After exhorting Siles, Carol looked at the time and said goodbye to Siles.In an instant, Siles was alone in the room.

He sat there thoughtfully for a while, then left as well.After a while, the man dressed as a postman came back here, took out the notebook from the bookshelf, put it in his messenger bag, waited for a while, and then left.

Siles took the stagecoach back to La Mifa University, went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and then sorted out and copied the contents of the draft in the dormitory.He wondered what to do with the draft.

In fact, there are not many contents inside.Usually, Siles used to use scattered draft paper instead of a notebook.But because it is not so convenient to carry it with you, Siles later bought another notebook.

However, he has a lot of things to record every day, so the small notebook is quickly used up.This is already his second draft, and it has just been launched.

He thought for a moment.In order to prevent the Historical Society from using some object-finding rituals—such as the [Trace Tracking] that he had learned himself, or other weird and profound rituals, he finally decided to do nothing.

He took the matchbox out of the drawer—he occasionally used it to light the kerosene lamp—and worked through the sketchbook.