Chapter 395 (1/2)
”It seems to be very important to you.” Nicoleme said.
”I just want to prove something, whether it's the gods or the monster, you should know, the monster I met under Hogwarts.”
”I heard you had a great experience.” Nicoleme said, ”it's about the gods, isn't it? When the gods are broken, evil spirits invade, and Eden, your goddess, seals outsiders all over the world.”
”Yes, Mr. nicoleme.” Van Lin is not surprised at all. Dumbledore must have said to nicoleme that there seems to be some agreement between them, and he guessed something vaguely. It's just about him, there are some things to deal with, Tom, or the creation of the void.
”I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the legend of God. Witches always need to witness things, just as I finally got the book of Abraham.”
”You didn't believe it before?” Asked Fanlin.
”Always put in front of your eyes, really touch to be able to finally confirm, right?”
”I still remember the sandstorm that day.” Nicoleme said that his voice was full of vicissitudes of history.
”It was an exploration of the magical remains of the Middle East, and I still remember that there were six of us.”
”You mean the world tree is in the Middle East?” Fanlin was surprised that the records in this myth were quite different.
”Strictly speaking, it's such an unnatural landscape. What is hidden in it must be about magic. We infer that there are magic relics there, just like the pyramids of Egypt or the mysterious islands of the Pacific Ocean.”
”What did you find?” Asked Fanlin.
”Before that, I never thought I would win Abraham's favor. I always thought it was a fictional figure, like the gods in the temple, who never showed their power.”
”Compared to now, it was a terrible disaster, not just the wind, but humanity.” Nicoleme said that his voice sounded a bit desperate, and even more than 600 years later, van Lin could still capture the gray on nicoleme's face.
”It was the second day of the excavation of the magic relics in the Middle East. The Jewish people seemed to be very exclusive of outsiders. In short, the way they met us was not friendly.”
Nicoleme said that Vaseline listened attentively. This is about the origin of nicoleme, a great alchemist. Dumbledore also seems to be in the mood, it seems that he is the first time to listen to nicoleme talking about the experience of obtaining the book of Abraham.
”The next morning, we were welcomed and baptized by the land of the Middle East, that is, sandstorms all over the sky.”
There was a palpitation in nicoleme's words.
”In the face of the power of nature, whether it is a wizard or a human, will rise a feeling of insignificance and powerlessness, like being torn up by a strong wind, mixed with a storm of magical turbulence, we can't even change shape and shadow.”
”The six of us were blown away by the wind, and when I finally woke up, there were only two people around me, one named Hans and the other Elvin.”
”The sandstorm has stopped?” Asked Fanlin. He has heard of this kind of sand storm. Once the sand storm is rolled up in the desert, it can't be ended without a week.
”We found a relic, the wreckage of the building, and I used my last strength to get out of the storm and climb in.” Nicoleme said, ”the three of us are lucky enough to get together in the face of natural disasters.”
”At that time, I was very weak. The magic turbulence brought by the storm took away the magic power in our body and our chance to escape. In the magic of the riot, no one can move away. In fact, my wand has been lost in the previous storms. I can feel that it has been destroyed
”In the next few days, there is no doubt that there is a long wait. While we hope that the storm will subside, we are also trying to squeeze every potential of our body, eager to get more magic to protect ourselves.”
”In fact, there's nothing reliable about a temporary team in the face of danger, especially when my wand is left behind and the other two still have it.” Nicoleme said, pulling up one of his sleeves, and in the position of his arm, a ferocious circle of wounds was explaining his experience to Vaseline.
”It was left on the third day of the sandstorm.” Nicoleme said. He laughed at himself, and then he took out his wand and gently touched his arm. The dry and ferocious arm revealed his original face.
”Is this the alchemy arm?” Said Fanlin.