The air has a bitter taste, which makes people mentally paralyzed. Many people burn expensive tobacco just to taste the bad taste. It is puzzling. To be honest, every move of the adults confused her. The wizard could have lived in gorgeous courtyards and huge castles to enjoy the service of servants and the compliments of mortals, but they would rather hide themselves in rocks and soil, fiddle with bottles and jars all day, and instruct their apprentices to do this and that, fortunately, it is not a heavy work.

If someone is too stupid or too dull, the wizard will ask him to copy an old book three inches thick. This punishment is a project. Regra said that it is full of magical texts, and the wizard apprentice cannot understand them at all. No one knows why he did that. Anyway, he just needs to copy, over and over again, one after another. When he was working on the bookshelf, Hitarian had seen a whole wall of books, which resembled each other like leaves on trees.

She twisted her body uneasy. Waiting for the call was a boring process, but if she didn't want to write and copy until her fingers were numb, she had to sit patiently. At the top of the stone tower, she could see the honeycomb-like grotto below. Hitarian stepped on her feet by the windowsill and imagined herself sitting boldly on it, with her legs hanging out in the air. The cold wind would blow through her socks and fur legs, but the sun could shine on her hair, igniting them like torches.

I burned it. She heard herself saying, I burned it, but it reappeared on the other end of the world. A thrust over my heart. The second profession sounded like a fire again. It would be brighter, hotter, and more vigorous? She still always linked the flames of souls to the flames in the fire. Sometimes Chitarian hoped that she would be reborn in the fire like that "Confession". Can I choose the place to appear? Return to Byrne, back to Ms. Leana's loft?

"Lingot." Her one-legged owl spoke, but the voice of the old wizard Janakos was heard. Hitarian quickly stood up and listened to the guidance. "Go to the Durd's ladder. The first door on the left, someone is waiting for you."

"Is it Your Excellency Cranky?"

"Don't ask questions! Go quickly."

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She went back to the house and grabbed the jerky meat for Ruth before running through the corridor. Regra said that mysterious rituals often take a long time and could take up three days at most, and Chitarian had to store food for the birds. She didn't remember before, because the ceremony at Byrne didn't take long.

"Sitarian." The back of the door was really Oz Kranki, the "geeky expert" of the Silence School. He had always asked about Hitarian's details about his confession. Because he had a ghost in his heart, Hitarian didn't like him very much, until one day the person he asked became a "tattoo" dressed in the pope.

Cranky's hat had a purple balloon bigger than his head. It floated and the silk thread tied to the edge of the hat was stretched straight. He looked as if he would take off at any time. In addition, this "geeky expert" looked like a normal person.

"I will accept the ceremony, sir," said Hitarian.

"You come and play the show for that lunatic." Cranky's tone was very melancholy. "I suggest you turn back to your room and play with a stick." She stayed in place at a loss. "The last guy who received the double ceremony was as if he had been swollen like a balloon on my head. This subject had long been confirmed to have failed."

"You are adding panic to her, Your Excellency." Someone pointed out, "this creates bias factors that affect the results."

Only then did Hitarian notice a wizard standing in the corner of the room. He was pale, his facial features were covered with wrinkles, and he was leaning on a gloomy long-handled umbrella. Even so, his shoulders were still half wet. This was not strange. The honey collar rained for one-third of the time throughout the year. But Hitarian remembered that it was sunny today.

"What can affect the result more than this if a mysterious creature accepts a second transfer ceremony? OK, Linde. Take bias as a variable? I'm afraid I'm still a newbie on the road to truth."

Wizard Linde said nothing.

Cranky waved his hand, and the balloon on his hat shook. "Go to the middle, Lingott."

"here?"

"Go to the left. No, go to the right. It's your left, not mine. OK, go to the left now." The process of adjusting the position made Hitarian feel a little nervous. But strangely, this anxiety was a very different feeling compared to her feelings when she accepted the knight's enthronement at the Palace of Byrne. "Okay, don't move." Oz Kranki patted the balloon. "Shitarian, do you know what will happen next, right?"

"I think I know very well, Your Excellency." She didn't bite her tongue. "I will fall asleep and see eleven roads in my dream."

“It’s eleven caves.”

"Yes, sir. I want to choose the sixth one."

"Who told you?"

"The 'Tattoo' said so. He wanted me to choose between the sixth and the eleventh cave, but eleventh caves were too far away."

"You are very wise. Illusions and magical texts help reconstruct memory, but truth is not easy to explore... I remember you are still literate? Do you recognize numbers?"

Hitarian blushed. "I know most numbers, sir."

"Don't be ashamed. Most mortals can only say and not write in their lives. You recognize that Lucia's divine text is already amazing. When Jizuk loses his interest, the Theological School will welcome you."

The Silence School is composed of many small factions, the head of which is the Truth School founded by the "Second Truth". This type of wizard studies magical texts, spells and pharmacology in order to break the mysterious laws. They believe that shortening the spells of witchcraft helps approach order, so they study silent spell casting day and night. This is the source of the "Silence" school. Hitarian is not interested in this. To be honest, she finds it very interesting to recite magical spells loudly. Isn't it all performed in operas like this? What do the audience listen to without making a sound?

But Regra said that the Moniontoros people did not like to listen to operas. The Durdu school created mysterious objects that could capture actions. Unfortunately, before the results were popularized, the Oathkeepers invented "video" that could save and screen sounds and images simultaneously. The alliance's alchemy creations seized the entire market in a short time. The Durdu school's wizard had to change the subject and think about the stable runes that had been unpopular for many years. However, in the eyes of Hitarian, the topics studied by these wizards did not have the current trend. Two days ago, she saw a strange machine that used lard to generate electricity. Hitarian would rather want pigs than to want that little bit of insignificant light.

The faction of "Tattoo" Jizuk is all monks. The Gaia Church is completely under his command, and even one-quarter of the monks are wizard apprentices. If you want to ask which sect Hitarian doesn't like the most, it must be the sect. It is said that the sect of the monks is also a demon hunter of the Silent School, and each of the wizards has burned at least two nameless people to death. Thinking of his and his sister's escape from their hometown, Hitarian hated them so much.

Oz Kranki is a wizard of the Durdu school. His research on mysterious objects is the best in the entire field of mystery. Hitarian's initial concern is unreasonable, because he does not care about any other details except the "Confessions" itself. She suspected that even if she exposed her identity and was about to be burned to death, the "great expert" would come to the prison before the execution and beat the floor with her on the straw.

But even so, Hitarian thought to himself that I wouldn't say a word. She was originally a migrant resident of Byrne, but now she is a knight on the Night of Stars. The Lord of the Undead personally put the sword on her shoulder.

"According to the religious gospel, in the age when the gods were still walking on the earth, mysteries did not belong to mortals. The magic in the air was comparable to toxins, and people could only live forty years at most." Cranky said, opening his suitcase and filling it with shiny blue powder. "But this is actually a metaphor. People lived like humans forty years ago, and like stones forty years later--steps were slow, their thinking was chaotic, and they could not speak. This is a mystery, and today we don't know why our ancestors were like this. Our ancestors generally believed that wisdom was won by the great hero Haroldo from the gods, but because of his death at the age of forty, people lost their gifts."

"Which God did Haroldo win wisdom from, sir?" asked Hitarian.

"I think it's Gaia, and other gods are not so kind." Cranky replied, "Your question is very profound, Hitarian. After listening to the story, my apprentice only wants to know how Haroldo died. Mortals are prone to death, so there is still a need to ask? Even now, mortals can live forty, it's considered longevity. Mysterious creatures should find the source of things - if we figure out who gave him wisdom, we will know how to win life and health, and knowledge. Channels are better than results, Lingott, just remember my words."

"I remember, Your Excellency."

"But don't tell Jizuk. Otherwise he will definitely tell Roshan." A smile appeared on his face. "Our theologian will think that I have tampered with the legend and come to argue with me."

I think you are looking forward to it. "My mother said that any story has been changed when it is spread, and only God's words remain unchanged." This was actually what Ms. Leana told her, but Hitarian certainly would not be stupid enough to tell the truth. "So the Bible is God's gift, and the gospel is the blessings of people to each other."

"What a gentle bedtime story. Unfortunately, mortals no longer worship old scriptures. Gaia has no Bible, nor Lucia. The astrologers claim that their God has recorded the future in the starry sky, and the gifts they receive are all disasters." He shook his head, "To this day, the only stone tablet of Saint Valorand is still preserved."

"But, what is the Bible?" Hitarian asked carefully.

"In layman's terms, it's a god's relic. Yes, Ringot, "Confession" is a Bible. Jizuk believes that it is a mysterious item left by Gaia, but unfortunately no one can use it. Perhaps because it belongs to other gods. In any case, the gods no longer look at this land. Hitarian, you are safe... just stay away from this damn transfer ceremony."

How do I resist the "tattoo" of your Excellency? Hitarian thought to himself. Only by Byrne is I am safe, you don't understand.

Cranky said nothing more. He approached Chitarian with the box and sprinkled the powder on her palm. The girl lowered her head and saw them form a common word number.

"seven"
Chapter completed!