Chapter 931： initiative (2/2)

"Yeah, we all live on this land," Rosetta said lightly. "So I called you today to prepare for the disaster that might happen on this land."

"... Can we really cope with the threat from the gods?" Perdinan couldn't help but doubt. "Of course, the Cecilians seem to have successfully fought against the" sacred disaster ", but they are not facing real gods, and they are lucky. A large proportion ... "

"We are not faced with real gods," Rosetta shook his head. "Or, I don't think gods will directly" attack "the world of mortals."

"The gods will not directly 'attack' the world of mortals ..." Peinan repeated it subconsciously, the expression on his face seemed a little confused.

"Gods need 'media', they are not so easy to come, are they?"

Peinan frowned, looking at the monarch who had sworn allegiance to him for decades. Somehow, he suddenly saw a strange look on his face: "You mean ..."

Rosetta was silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying something seemingly irrelevant: "Do you know, I have recently begun to envy our neighbors ..."

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After Duke Pedenan left, Rosetta still sat quietly in the study. He leaned on the back chair that could cover the whole person, as if he had fallen into long-term thinking until after ten minutes of silence and stillness. Then he suddenly raised his hand and turned off the light in the study with a little magic trick.

The night outside was already heavy. Only the starlight shone on the high tower of the Obsidian Palace. As the light in the study room went out, the darkness quickly spread. The starlight outside the window also spread through the crystal window and spread throughout the study.

Everything in the study room was immersed in the indifferent night.

Rosetta tapped gently on the armrest of the seat, and in the rhythmic tapping sound, he seemed to be waiting patiently for something to arrive.

After dozens of percussion, a little dim light suddenly appeared on the tabletop of the study, and then this dim light quickly spread, quickly covering the desk, bookshelf, floor, wall ... just a few seconds Within the clock, the entire study had been illuminated by the dim light, and the turbid light also filled the window not far away, outlining the sight of Orlandale two hundred years ago.

Dusk suddenly came.

Rosetta raised his head, and the familiar things in the study were rapidly changing. Some old and obsolete illusions that had long disappeared in history were covering his familiar furnishings. The murmur of whispers and ignorance Somewhere the light laughter sounded from all around, as if a banquet was being held next door to the study, and the laughter of the guests passed through the wall and a balcony, even as if a guest had walked in through the wall This room was whispering something in Rosetta's ear.

Rosetta ignored these illusory sounds completely, just watching the direction of the door quietly, and the laughter or whisper suddenly disappeared in the next second.

Outside the closed door of the study, in the direction of the corridor, some kind of stumbling footsteps that seemed to drag heavy things suddenly sounded after the whisper disappeared, and it seemed to be approaching here a little bit.

The next second, a knock on the door came from the direction of the study door.

Rosetta did not respond, and the knock on the door continued patiently.

It knocked for a long time, and the time seemed to be still in this eternal dusk. Rosetta broke the silence: "You can continue to knock, or you can rely on knocking on the door to knock it out?"

The knock on the door suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of dead silence, a low, seemingly innumerable voice came together from the door: "Your mental intensity is really amazing ... ... I have thought countless times that you are about to collapse, but you are still yourself ... "

"Amazing?" Rosetta shook his head. "But you are not human."

"This is really meaningless details," said the voice outside the door. "I don't like details, so let's talk about the point ... why did you take the initiative to enter this dream? This is a very rare situation."

"I suddenly became curious about something, but in the world of mortals I can't find the answer-maybe what are you willing to answer?"

As soon as his words fell, a strange atmosphere suddenly filled the entire dream space. The atmosphere seemed to be mixed with surprises and joys. At the same time, there were countless senses of peeping from all directions. Between those ancient memory corridors and the halls and courtyards, the sights of countless "guests" were instantly attracted, looking at the location of Rosetta Augustus indifferently.

In the study room in front of Rosetta, the wall originally hung with ordinary decorative oil painting suddenly fluctuated like water. The decorative oil painting was swallowed by the wall, and then was spit out again. The appearance of Lee Augustus.

"Ah, my dear son, have you finally decided to return to our big family?"

Then Marjorie became George Augustus again: "This is really a day to celebrate!"

"You may have celebrated earlier," Rosetta glanced at the oil painting indifferently, "Keep quiet on the side."

The dangling figures on the painting suddenly became blurred, and the low, overlapping voice outside the study door made a chuckle: "It is full of confidence, but it is not that simple to ask the gods for knowledge ... but no matter How to say it, I am quite happy.

"Ask questions, I'm happy to answer any questions-as long as you dare to listen."