Chapter 342 – Three Questions and Answers
Chapter 342 – Three Questions and Answers
There was great power in the Gatekeeper’s words, and with the thunderous reverberation of the tin cane’s staccato strike on the floor, her voice cascaded through the depths of the chaotic and inexplicable spirit world.
In an instant, the unseen “whisperers” in the room fell silent again, and the whole world was plunged into a temporary silence, and in a few seconds a low rumbling sound came from the distance – as if a huge body was approaching with heavy footsteps. heavy footsteps as it approached.
Agatha raised her hand so that her eyeballs were looking directly in the direction from which the sound was coming, and as far as her gaze could reach, there was the window, nailed shut by layers of boards – a pale shimmering light shone through the cracks of that window, and then suddenly all of it trembled, and then dimmed immediately afterward, as if something massive had come to the window.
The next instant the criss-crossed boards broke noiselessly, and countless gray-black fragments flew silently away, and then immediately afterward came to a standstill in mid-air near the window, as if frozen in amber, while a giant appeared outside it.
The giant, clad in a black robe representing death, his torso underneath the robe wrapped in bandages, with only the eyes in his head emanating an obscure yellow shimmer, stood outside the building, almost the size of an entire house, and then the giant bent down slightly so that his head was level with the second floor window-he turned his head, the bandage-covered face could not be seen, and immediately afterward, he raised his hand and extended three fingers to Agatha.
“Three questions and answers.” The giant said in a voice like thunder.
Agatha froze at the sight of the giant.
This wasn’t the Gatekeeper she was familiar with – the one she normally interacted with didn’t have such a huge body, and the one in front of her was clearly a messenger of a higher level……. Why would this messenger respond to her own summons?
But soon, she suppressed the doubts in her heart – the messenger’s dealings are all at the behest of Bartok, the god of death, there is no need for her to look deeply into this matter, the most important thing at the moment is still to figure out what is happening here.
“I’m looking for the last spirit that wandered this room,” she said, gesturing with her cane to the empty table not far away, “He may have been tainted, but his whereabouts are unknown now.”
“That soul left and has entered the land of rest, some great power erased his debt, and contamination is no longer an issue.”
The Deathbringer at the window spoke in a thunderous voice, then closed a finger: two more questions and answers.
Agatha was stunned for a moment, the first thing she noticed was the word “greatness” in the messenger’s mouth, and after a quick thought and weighing, she asked the second question: “From whom did the greatness come? Who erased the debt of that soul?”
“The Fire Tamperer.” The messenger’s muddy yellow eyes seemed to twinkle for a moment, a warning evident in the utterance of the word, before he withdrew a finger.
Agatha, on the other hand, felt a sudden rush of dizziness at the word “usurper,” and instantly realized that she was coming into contact with some kind of “knowledge” that originated from the depths of the world, and which had never been made known to the earthly world.
But she didn’t lose her head – communicating with the Gatekeepers on the “other side” and occasionally coming into contact with dangerous knowledge was commonplace, she had had experience with it even when she was young, and the fact that the messenger outside the window had chosen to tell her this term meant that it was at least within her reach. It was at least within her reach.
If it really was a taboo level issue, the messenger would have warned.
Agatha settled down, took a gentle breath, and asked the third question, “Who is the Fire Tamperer?”
“Human.”
The messenger at the window said, then he closed the last of his fingers and his figure dissipated in a howling gale, not giving Agatha the slightest chance to continue the conversation.
The pieces of wood paneling that had scattered and stood still in the air fluttered about, reassembling themselves in a split second into what they had been at the beginning, and the windows of the room were closed once more, the pale shimmering light of chaos spilling into the room through the cracks in the windows and landing on a somewhat stunned Agatha.
The young Gatekeeper stood there frozen, for the first time in her life, she felt a bit lost after talking to the Gatekeeper on the “other side”, the answer to her last question still lingered in her mind, but she had no idea what that inexplicable answer was all about!
Human? What kind of answer was that? It meant that …… the fire usurper was a human? The power that the Deathbringer could call “greatness” came from a human?
What kind of human must this be? Is this still a human?
The noise interrupted Agatha’s thoughts, as the eyeballs in her hand rotated, and she saw that strands of dark material like strands of hair were spreading outside the triangular barrier, like ink dripping into water.
The spirit world was beginning to expel itself as an uninvited guest.
She shook her head and raised her hand to place the eyeballs back in their sockets while picking up her cane and giving it a flick, waving away the pale flames on the floor that outlined the triangle.
In an instant, the spirit world subsided, sound returned, and color and light filled her vision once more as she returned to the scene of the Guardians going about their business, her minions still working around her in a tense and orderly fashion.
Agatha moved her eyeballs and casually fished a small bottle out of her jacket pocket, tilting her head back after squeezing the cap open, and dropping two drops of eyedrops into her eye sockets.
The dryness and discomfort quickly subsided.
A subordinate came from the side and waited for Agatha to put away the bottle before coming forward to ask: “Have you found any clues?” “The spirit has departed, and the gatekeeper ‘across the way’ confirmed that the spirit has passed through the gates of Bartok and entered the Resting Place,” Agatha said faintly, “… . that’s all, no more clues.”
For security reasons, she did not mention the term “fire tamper” to her men.
The word clearly had power, and even pointed directly to extremely dangerous deep knowledge, and there was no telling what would happen if she said it outright – it would be best to investigate the literature when she returned.
The subordinate obviously noticed Agatha’s concealment as well, but as an experienced guardsman, he asked nothing, nodded and returned to his work.
Just then, a footstep suddenly sounded from the corridor outside, interrupting Agatha’s thoughts.
A guardsman who had been tending to the downstairs walked in, “Your Excellency the Gatekeeper, the lady is awake.”
The young Sanguine was awake?
Agatha immediately put aside her thoughts for the time being and flew to the first floor to meet Galoni, who had already woken up from her sleep.
This robust lady with stone-like skin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tranquilizing herbal tea made by the priest’s hands, her eyes looking at the coffee table in front of her in a bit of a trance, and it was not until Agatha sat down across from her and gently knocked on the tabletop that she reacted sluggishly.
“Hello, my name is Agatha, you should recognize me,” the young gatekeeper said, while carefully observing the condition of the party across from her, “Do you know what happened?”
“My …… name is Galoni,” the female apprentice holding the herbal tea said somewhat sluggishly, her eyes appearing to be still a bit fluttering, as if she hadn’t quite broken out of her slumber yet, “I’m sorry, Your Honor the Gatekeeper, my …… brain is still messed up, I feel as if I have had a long, long dream, inside the dream has been non-stop solving math problems, proving them over and over again, since childhood to big learning experience added up has never been so tired …… “
“Solving math problems?” Agatha froze for a moment, then asked with a thoughtful expression, “Do you still remember how you fell into a deep sleep? Before falling into slumber, who did you receive or what did you do?”
Galoni frowned slightly, seemingly trying very hard to recall, yet after a full half a minute she still shook her head apologetically, “I’m sorry, don’t remember, I don’t even remember everything from yesterday afternoon until now – if it wasn’t for these guards reminding me of that, I wouldn’t even know that …… something had happened at home.”
Agatha frowned deeply.
Memory overwriting, deep sleep, and “solving math problems”, this sounded …… a bit like the power held by the clerics of the God of Wisdom.
But the God of Wisdom was also one of the Four Great Gods, so why would his clergy do such things?
They are not heretics.
It always seemed like there were just too many things to be confused about today.
Agatha rubbed the corner of her forehead with a bit of a headache.
All sorts of tangled and disorganized lines were tangled up in her mind.
The strange and suspicious signs of battle in the alley outside, the recent cultist activities in the city-state, the “primeval” and the suspicious accidents in the mines, the strange things that happened in this house, the message conveyed by the messenger of death ……
“Excuse me ……” Galoni looked at the gatekeeper in front of her with some nervousness, despite the fact that the other party looked young, she was still uneasy when facing the highest-ranking church spokesman in the city-state, “Is my teacher, is he alright? ?”
“Your teacher?” Agatha was a bit puzzled.
“He’s supposed to be upstairs, his name is Brown Scott,” Garoni hurriedly explained, “I just woke up a little confused and forgot to mention that he needs to be quiet ……”
Agatha was momentarily stunned.
(End of chapter)