69novels Chapter 66 A Letter from Another Continent
Chapter 66 A Letter from Another Continent
Chapter 66 A Letter from Another Continent
The rope swayed, making the wooden stake creak, and the sandbags dodged left and right, making dull thuds.
Nan'an stopped.
The anticipated scene of gods and demons clashing and exchanging blows, delivering a satisfying punch, did not materialize as expected.
He couldn't help but turn around: "Is the god or demon broken?"
Describing gods and demons in the same tone used to describe a broken mechanical device sounds very strange.
It's actually quite strange!
Ivila gestured for Nanan to stop, and she pressed the small elf wing statue on her chest close to her lips.
What are your thoughts?
The chief elders remained silent for a moment before reconnecting to the internet.
"There is no similar record in the experimental reel."
"The most recent sandbag test was conducted 37 days ago, and the results showed that everything was normal."
"Nan'an may need a new volume, with a separate note."
With the discussion reaching no conclusion, Ivila walked over to Nan'an's side.
She didn't use any magic or weapons; she simply stretched out her slender fingers and rubbed the side of the sandbag lightly.
Almost at the same instant, a blurry outline quickly solidified, rippled like water not far behind the sandbag.
The troll, over two meters tall with dark green skin, wore only a simple animal skin and charged straight toward Ivila with great strides.
The troll completely ignored Nan'an, who was right next to him, and bulged his arm muscles as he swung his fists.
Ivila simply smiled and turned away, letting the barrage of punches rain down on her back and the back of her head.
At such close range, Nan'an did not sense any magical fluctuations from Ivila, which meant that she was physically enduring the troll's fist, yet she appeared calm and even somewhat—comfortable.
The output force is too gentle, and the derivatives generated by the echo sandbag strictly adhere to the rule of equal feedback.
Even if the troll that appears is visually striking, its actual impact is like a gentle breeze.
"It's your turn."
As a control group, Nan'an tentatively struck the sandbag with purely physical damage.
No feedback.
Element drive back on, heavy hit!
There is still zero feedback.
The sandbag seemed to have "failed" to work on him; it was just a silent, lifeless object that silently endured the blows.
Ivila stopped Nanan from continuing to torture the sandbag, believing that a judgment could be made.
"Now we understand your special nature; the power to suppress gods and demons is genuine."
The chief elder in front of the projector was also feeling a little dizzy.
No further testing is needed.
The rest of the trials arranged seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this obvious difference.
The fact that the echo sandbag can be selectively triggered is enough to show that the raven's informative feature is far more powerful than imagined.
Even if one is not around him, being able to receive a blessing-like effect that suppresses his power and be immune to interference from divine and demonic forces is a spectacle never before seen in the history of the Black Mist.
"The Crow still has a keen eye for talent. It's a bit unfair to Nan'an, the head of the Keren region."
"I need to correct one point. In Eru's file, the regional supervisor is Suiyue."
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"Oh—so there's also Suiyue."
"Is Nan'an the miracle we need?"
"Uncertain—but this power is genuine."
Is this a characteristic inherent to his heroic spirit? Do we really need to re-examine, or even massively restart, our research into summoning magic, especially heroic spirit summoning?
"Let's not get too distracted for now. The key is how Southampton's power can bring greater benefits to Soliz and Nora." The werewolf chief, who was present at the first meeting in the Observer's Courtyard, emphasized, "Whether the final conclusion on the Living Eclipse is acceptance or maintaining the original stance, Nora now needs more victories to awaken people's long-lost confidence."
"I support Galaga's view that being prepared for potential dangers even in times of peace is the reason we are bringing the issue of eclipse into the open for discussion."
"I second that proposal. The exploration of the Sicklewater and the Kroro mines may yield more discoveries, and no one knows where this change will lead Nora's fate. A century of peace may be shattered, and as those in charge, we must make changes to prevent Nora from becoming food for the Black Mist."
I agree.
"I have no objection."
"In the name of Mother Earth, who bestows upon us endless abundance and life, I also support her."
As the chief elders spoke one after another from the small statues, and most of them made the decision to support it, Ivila grinned.
Suddenly, one of the chief elders made a suggestion.
"Should we show that letter to Nan'an?"
"Come with me."
Ivila understood what everyone was thinking, turned around and gestured for the two to follow, only to find that Nan'an and Suiyue were whispering to each other.
"Can I let Suiyue try it too?"
Ivila looked at Niu Niu with surprise: "That's fine—it's okay to play around with it."
With permission granted, Suiyue rubbed her hands together, eager to try her hand at the sandbag, and threw a punch.
The chief elders, who were still discussing "faith," all let out a soft exclamation.
What about the physical entity?
Could it be that—
Suiyue turned her head in confusion and saw Nan'an nod slightly to her before throwing another light punch.
A large, jelly-like slime fell from the sky and landed with a thud in front of Suiyue. Its soft, bouncy body suddenly stretched out and enveloped Suiyue's instinctively outstretched fist.
With a punch landing on cotton, Suiyue cleverly planned to kick the slime's body, bounce back, turn around, and roll away from the danger zone in one smooth motion.
"Pfft~~~"
The slime's body was like a quagmire, and when Suiyue stepped into it, half of her body was immediately immobilized.
"I don't want to be a punching bag!"
The slime vanished instantly.
Ivira seemed to be petrified, and only after a long while did a sentence finally emerge from the small winged statue in her hand.
"What do you mean?"
Nan'an stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then had Suiyue start kneading the sandbag repeatedly.
Generate, do not generate, do not generate, do not generate, generate ———
There was no pattern; the sandbags displayed an unprecedented randomness on Suiyue.
"Could this mean that—as the summoner, Suiyue can also enjoy some of the divine and demonic suppression power of Nan'an?"
"So, the power of Nan'an is like some kind of domain, capable of covering the power of gods and demons, preventing them from exerting their influence. The power transmitted from it to Suiyue is weakened, thus the coverage is incomplete, leading to repeated fluctuations?"
The chief elders, being well-informed and experienced, quickly came to some conclusions.
"Perhaps it is also related to Suiyue's personal strength. We should see if the effect changes significantly after she reaches a higher rank."
After the test, Suiyue also vaguely discovered her own abnormality, and she stared at Nan'an with some excitement.
"So, with my seniority, I can now beat gods and demons up without batting an eye?"
"Obviously, you're not ready yet," Nan'an said, stopping the guy from being overly optimistic.
He discovered Suiyue's special nature while dealing with the TV god demon.
It's clear that Suiyue has been locked onto and is about to undergo the absorption and devouring process of Niralton. In the next second, Nan'an should see the shrunken miniature cow on the screen.
However, the scene on the television was stuck in a close-up and could not be moved forward.
Lacking a suitable means of verification, Nan'an had kept his doubts to himself. However, by using the sandbag, he was able to figure out where Suiyue's good fortune came from that day.
"I'll have to put a lot of pressure on you when we get back to Karen."
"Whip—why hit me, and with a whip at that?"
Ivila, who was leading the way to the next area, couldn't help but glance at it.
Young people these days are really daring.
"Tsk—"
Nan'an suddenly recalled a funny incident with the bookworm.
It seems that similar funny incidents occurred while teaching her Chinese characters.
The bookworm never believed that the real purpose of the encouragement was to urge her to improve, but rather that he mistakenly thought that Nan'an had some strange hobby and wanted her to do some extra things when teaching magic—in magic teaching, she was indeed in a dominant position.
Nan'an never expected that after hundreds of years, this word could cause another misunderstanding, and that its attributes had changed.
Leaving the empty sandbag soccer field, Ivila led the two through several quieter internal passageways.
Finally, they stopped in front of a door that had no markings and was made of dark wood.
The magical patterns flowing on the door were more intricate than any I had ever seen before, demonstrating the high level of secrecy.
Behind the door was an extremely simple room, so simple that it was almost empty.
The room was small, with walls and ceiling made of unpainted natural rock, rough and hard.
In the center of the room, there stood a solitary desk made of dark wood.
The desk surface was as smooth as a mirror, and in the center was a flat, rectangular wooden box.
The wooden box itself was undecorated and unremarkable overall.
Ivira walked to the desk, but didn't touch it; she simply gestured with her eyes.
Nan'an awaited the distribution of scrolls containing information about gods and demons, but this time, Ivira did not magically produce anything from her pocket.
"This room contains a very special scroll."
She turned to Nan'an, her emerald eyes meeting his directly, and began to recount the origin of the scroll.
"Around the year 350 of the Black Mist Calendar, in the Keren region—well, the exact location cannot be determined—it was discovered by a local."
"According to the discoverer's recollection, the scroll was not found by him in ancient sites or ruins, but was entrusted to him by a person whose clothing and appearance were distinctly different from any known race in Nora, and who seemed to come from another continent."
"The other person shoved the scroll into his hand, said something hurriedly in a language he couldn't understand at all, and then disappeared into the misty mountains without a trace."
"The discoverer was uneasy and handed the scroll over to the local governor of Keren at the time. After passing through several levels of transfer, it was finally sent to the Double Crown, where it was secretly kept in custody by the Senate."
"We tried to trace back to the discoverer himself, but—to no avail."
Nan'an didn't understand: "What do you mean by 'no results'?"
"It's as if this discoverer never existed. We have no name, no records of him. Those who had direct contact with him at the time couldn't recall anything about him. It's as if our minds, in order to maintain the continuity of our memories, created such a person."
"But you've reconstructed the scroll's origin for this discoverer, suggesting it might have come from another continent?"
"Perhaps even this part is a result of the continuity of self-reconstruction," Ivira said, opening the wooden box and slowly unrolling the scroll inside on the table. "Therefore, we want to know, what can you, with your power to suppress gods and demons, see?"
What comes into view is a dense array of text.
It wasn't just random, illegible gibberish. Nan'an, who had some understanding of this world, vaguely felt that he had seen similar text when he was alive.
Ivila introduced in a soft voice.
"The most perplexing thing about this scroll is," she lowered her voice, "that everyone who has seen it, regardless of their level of education, whether they are proficient in magic or not, even if they know nothing about the writing, will have an incredibly clear understanding from the depths of their soul the moment they see it—it's a letter."
Nan'an didn't have such a strange realization; he just felt that he had accidentally clicked on a link, entered a foreign website, and was completely confused by the screen full of foreign text.
If translation software were available, he felt that understanding the meaning of written text wouldn't be a problem, except—
Nan An couldn't help but rub the corner of his eyebrow.
Ivera frowned. "You seem to be feeling unwell?"
"A slight feeling of dizziness, I'm not sure —"
Nan'an heard the giant Rubik's Cube spinning like a windmill deep within his consciousness.
A fierce wind swept across his wooden house and orchard, startling a cloud of flies that scurried about in panic before finally retreating into the house, trembling with fear.
He realized something and immediately closed the reel.
The intense dizziness receded like a receding tide in an instant, and the heaviness that had climbed onto my shoulders vanished completely.
"Ivira, take him out of the room."
A voice urging them to hurry came from inside the statue. Ivila dared not delay and took the initiative to help Nan'an, who was still holding his forehead, to a safe area.
Suiyue pressed her hands together against Nan'an's cheeks, gazing intently into his eyes.
"Alright, even if I really am possessed by some strange, dirty thing, you wouldn't be able to tell with your abilities."
"Don't underestimate me, old man. We have a great understanding. I can tell at a glance whether it's you or not."
Suiyue was full of confidence, and Nan'an couldn't bear to discourage her, so he could only obediently nod and say "Okay, okay".
Ivira hesitated, then asked, "What did you see?"
"I'm not sure if what I saw is the same as what you saw—but I can definitely remember some things," Nan said. "Give me paper and pen."
Ivila personally ran the errand, and soon Nan'an wrote a string of characters on the scroll.
She tried to describe it, and after receiving a "consistent" response from Nan'an, she immediately went to the research area for scholars specializing in literature, history, and language.
As it is a place that gathers top scholars in Solitz, scholars quickly recognized the source of the text.
"Riseres?" Ivira exclaimed incredulously. "You mean, the script of the Riseres continent?"
"The museum should have books related to the deal with Riese back then. It shouldn't be difficult to verify if we compare them."
The chief elder in front of the projector was shocked.
The black fog has shrouded the land for 374 years, isolating the continents and turning them into isolated islands, cutting off maritime shipping.
How did the people from Riceres get to Nora?