Lunar phase

The clock struck midnight, and Edgar looked in the direction of Ahag from the upper floor of the church.The sedative arrived earlier than expected, and Ludwig had already dispatched the first echelon of the Blood Moon Hunt, so he didn't need to work hard.Edgar adjusted his glasses, secretly proud of himself.

Long before Lawrence and Master William parted ways, the church had been listening to the scholars within Bilkingworth in order to find supporters.That was early enough, long before Edgar and Miklesh's business started, long before Miklesh was completely out of his mind.

Edgar doesn't remember his parentage, he only remembers some vague rumors: Mikkelish, who was not a few years older than him, found him during a burglary, surrounded by the corpse of a midwife, and the midwife disappeared. There is no master in the house, no money, nothing that can be exchanged for money.Miklesh picked him up hungry and stole him into Master William's study.

Even these descriptions were pieced together by Edgar from the words and phrases of countless people.After experiencing the hunter's dream, he blurred the boundary between memory and reality.Miklesh never mentioned this past, and they maintained a plain tacit understanding.

When Edgar was a boy, his innocence was prematurely consumed by a life of poverty.Like all ignorant boys, girls and children, he firmly believes that when the right time comes, life will change, not necessarily a catastrophic overthrow, but a possibility of improvement.

Leaving aside the hard-to-clarify story, William in Edgar's memory is far away, restrained, strict, and cautious to the point of inhumanity; while Lawrence is more direct, and his shots are just right.You may not get much from working for Lawrence, but you can always reach a position slightly higher than the bottom line.Maybe it's a tip from thousands of echoes, maybe the last bloodstone needed to sharpen a weapon, or maybe even just a precise sweet word.What the Yharnamites need is more than poverty, if less than abundance.

The education given by William is based on awe of the unknown, while what Lawrence shows is realistic hope.

Edgar returned to his single dormitory, took the holy sword off his back, and leaned against the shadows in the corner.In the corridor, the night watchmen patrolled back and forth, and the flames of the lanterns flickered on and off.

Make it through the night.

A habitual flash of thought flashed through Edgar's mind. He took off his glasses, and lay down on the bed with his clothes on. The tall building of the church was as silent as death, and the cold bed was lifeless.

Miklesh's reason for not following Lawrence back then was simple but profound: there was something to do in Bierkingworth, the income was enough to feed his stomach, and the library was his ideal place to escape from reality.

Before meeting Rohm, Mikoresh was the best student in the Department of Social Philosophy.In addition, he has a hobby of escapism: the language of ancient Sumeru.

Compared with English and Latin, which are common in general-purpose books, Sumerian has more subtle pitch stress, detailed distinctions between body words, as many as six types of verb declinations, and complex text styles comparable to runes.Due to historical chronology gaps and the loss of ancient artifacts, it contains content that is quite difficult to clarify, and is rarely used as a public reference.Not even the nobles of Cainhurst could boast of their erudite knowledge of the language in Bilkingworth's courses.

Here, Miklesh showed his paradoxical talent. In his second year of enrollment, in addition to completing his usual studies, he even translated two ancient books on astrology written in Sumerian language into contemporary English.Although there is no way to verify the truth - language and astrology - no one bid for it.He still enjoys it.

Edgar was very envious of this, and compared to spiritual satisfaction, he pursued appetite more—in Yanam, it was really a luxury.He's not smart enough to understand the joy of hiding in the sea of ​​knowledge, nor does he think it's a good thing to go crazy, after all, Miklesh is the only person he trusts, both in terms of the church's secret business and other aspects .

Edgar closed his eyes, even in the relative safety of the church, he couldn't fall asleep.The ominous light of the blood moon shrouded Quan Yanan, the living and the dead may be connected at this moment.

The water waves under his feet rippling silently, Miko Raish stopped, and the warm yellow-white light enveloped him, making him dizzy.The lady in white in front turned her face away. The eyes under the veil were originally empty and vast, but at this moment there was a mysterious and terrifying aura.Miklesh turned around, and on the other side of the illusion, Rom stood quietly.

"Are you coming too?" Miko Raish rubbed his eyes fiercely, and his voice became clear.

"I'm worried."

Rom answered with a wave of his cane.At the top of the cane, the traces of the universe are wrapped around it, and the starlight brilliance flows like water; the penis around her waist flashes cold light.The ritual items needed to enter the dreamland are complicated and difficult to find, she must have prepared them long ago, perhaps she has long been looking forward to this day.

Mikou Laishi nodded slightly, and turned forward.He had already guessed about the identity of the lady in the nightmare.But acknowledging this face-to-face takes so much.Courage, wisdom, strength, the favor of fate, and the right opportunity.

Roma's figure flashed in his mind, and no one knew what the outcome of this meeting would be.Miku Raish walked slowly in front of the lady in white, stopped at an appropriate distance, cleared his throat, and bowed to salute.

"Ancient spirits," Miko Raishh said in the Sumerian language, his voice cleared of the unpleasant stickiness and became clear and high. dream?"

The lady in white cast an indescribable gaze and responded with similar words.And this sound wave was mixed with something similar to shouting, which forced Miklesh to take two steps back and fell to the ground, as if he had been hit by some kind of roaring secret.Not far away, Rom clenched his cane and walked forward quickly.The lady of the nightmare realized this before the living. She raised her right hand, and even the most savage creation could feel the pity in that luxurious manner.Rom stopped and watched as the undead helped up the flustered Miku Raish, and spread his clenched left hand, as gently as a mother caressing a baby.

Miklesh held her arm steady and let her draw complex shapes on his palm with her fingertips covered with dried blood clots.

"My name is Yanan, and I wake up in response to the call of the world. Only the people of the world can solve the worries of the world."

Miklesh's heart rose to his throat.Since Lawrence left Belkinworth, summoning the ancient gods has become a popular ritual throughout Yharnam.The ancient gods are infinitely mysterious, and the rituals they perform need to be precise and accurate. If something goes wrong, it is not surprising to summon other things.In the early days of the Healing Church, some diseased patients flooded their minds with sea water in order to gain contact with the ancient gods, but the results were minimal and the disaster was disastrous; another hunter performed a summoning ceremony in the tomb of Sumeru in order to summon ancient hunters to enhance the treasure hunt The summoned madman often kills the ritual hunters; the recent blood moon phase has set off a boiling rumor in Bilkingworth College, saying that the church has obtained a newborn ancient god as the healing blood. source, another says that Lawrence himself holds the secret of the Pale Blood.Miklesh has heard countless such fallacies, but this is the first time he has experienced the results of the wrong ritual of summoning the ancient gods.

When Queen Yanan wrote down what she was asking for, Mikul Laxu's legs gave way and he fell to his knees.

"This is beyond my reach," whispered Miklesh, casting a glance at Rom.

Rom heard his words clearly, saw his ugly face, and knew it was not a good thing.Queen Yharnam did not show any signs of expression, and wrote down the clarification. Miklesh understood what she meant, and shook her whole body like a kite with a broken string, almost wanting to vomit.

"Let me discuss it later," he withdrew his hand, and the fine blood clots disappeared immediately.

The queen hesitated to speak, but the bone-deep sound wave reappeared, and Miklesh scrambled back to Rom's side, hugging her legs tightly.Both of them covered their ears tightly, and the waves rolled up with the wind.When they came back to their senses, Ya Nan was already on the distant horizon, bathed in the blood of moonlight.

"What's wrong?" Rom asked.

"Lawrence guessed right, the Sumerians weren't ready," Miklesh wiped the sweat from his brow, "I think...we weren't either. What we do is no different from the ancients. Maybe our descendants People, there will be no difference."

"What does she want us to do?"

Rom put his stick behind his waist and hugged Miklesh. His whole body was soaked in sweat and exuded a nervous smell.

"Kill an Old God," Miklesh replied, "who would do such a blasphemy?"

"It may be difficult for us..."

"Who will go?!"

"Lawrence, and his colleagues."

Rom said softly, and the undead in the distance looked back, and there seemed to be some expectation in their eyes, obviously hearing her answer.Rom responded to the sight of the dead man, and the annoying thing in his arms trembled even more fiercely.

"She must have been to Lawrence...For some reason, Lawrence didn't say yes," Romm said.

"This... why are you sure?"

"Don't you forget, Lawrence used to be a scholar of Bilkingworth."

Roma paused. If a scholar wants to be respected normally, he will pay more or less attention to the study of Latin.And Lawrence found a unique way, and was the only one in the whole college who took the Sumerian language as an elective.And his mentor was none other than William.Swayed by his fanaticism and the direction of his fate, Micklesh is more or less drawn into these maddening mysteries.The ancient queens were naturally unwilling to condescend to learn the language of later generations.

"Maybe it's disbelief, maybe... did she say anything else?" Rom asked again.

"If we agree, we will go to her tomb. She told me how to open the tomb. She..."

Miklesh maintained his last composure and repeated the content of their conversation in full.Including the components and amounts of offerings required for the opening ceremony of the tomb.

"Let's ask Master William to deal with it tomorrow, this matter... is too heavy," Rom replied softly.

"Hurry up, let's go back, I want a sedative, a sedative!"

At this time, Queen Yanan had disappeared in the afterimage of the blood moon.Rom took a deep breath and patted Miklesh on the trembling shoulder. She knew that the dream was the only refuge he recognized. He found a way to enter the dream, clarified how to perform rituals in it, and believed more deeply in consciousness. In dreams, the boundaries between life and death and time and space can be transcended.These studies took a long time, and the visit of the ancient undead made everything he did meaningless.

Rom twisted her wrist, and cold tentacles slipped from her sleeve.When she napped alone in the teacher's office, Miklesh's death occasionally flashed in her worst daydreams; ...

Rom fired, and the heavy mercury bullet made a hole in Miklesh's carotid artery. If he didn't, he would still remember what happened in the dream, and this little torture was enough to take him to death. pain to true madness.Amid the splattered blood, Miklesh even smiled, a smile that seemed a bit relieved.

"Now you will wake up, and you will forget everything," Rom said peacefully, as the phantom of the dream melted into nothingness in her arms.

If this hadn't happened, and Miko Raish would wake up and immediately join the army of madmen in the city of Yarnam, then there would be less of a cult in Ahag, and foreigners would not be kidnapped and reborn with flesh and blood gods.Although no one could have predicted whether this would turn Yharnam's dilapidated fortunes around, among those who knew about it, it seemed like one of Rohm's many follies.