Chapter 358: The Original Keeper

"...God of records and keeping secrets?"

Annan was stunned when he heard the words, and then asked: "Isn't the faceless poet the god of funerals and records?"

The "Skull Crow" summoned by the old Vasily before is the messenger of the Faceless Poet. The effect required to summon the Skeleton Crow is "the remnants of the silent funeral".

Speaking of which, it seems that the badge of the Geraint family is also a crow...

"This is a secret, Your Highness Annan."

Nolan smiled.

"—actually, there is no 'burial' in the priesthood of the Faceless Poet. There is no funeral god even in this world.

"You must know that 'burial' is a 'gift to send off the dead', which is very close to the core area of ​​burial mother-in-law, and even the burial church itself has a funeral ceremony.

"It is impossible for the gods who are not burial mothers to be allowed to hold this kind of truth... It cannot even be obtained from the book of truth. Because 'burial' was not fully enlightened in the original civilization, and just mastered 'burial' This custom was born. Although the Faceless Poet is very old, he is not that old yet...

"The Faceless Poet is considered by foreigners to be the god of funerals because he produces 'the remnants of silent funerals'. But in fact, its focus is not on the 'burial' itself, but on 'viewing' and 'silence'.

"This 'silence' is the expression of the field of secrecy - the Faceless Poet is the founder of the extraordinary tradition of 'the keeper of the secret'... He became a god because of this, and all his followers will keep this secret for him. "

I see.

Annan understood.

Is the existence of the truth "secret" itself "secret" by believers...

This is a very good and lasting means of consolidating the truth.

It is much better than Duke Bone to make believers betray others, and Biefu to let believers castrate themselves after being castrated.

But Annan quickly realized something was wrong.

"...Then why did you tell me about this?"

He is not a follower of the Faceless Poet.

Just ask a little, then answer... Is this really keeping secrets?

Facing Annan's question, Old Nolan replied calmly: "In this respect, it is because 'secret keeping' itself is a contradictory truth.

"If you want to 'keep secrets', you must obtain secrets; and obtaining the secrets itself is in conflict with the 'keep secrets' of the previous generation of secret holders.

"So secrecy is in the act itself, not in the result; the more people who know the secret and are willing to keep silent about it, the more powerful the Lord will be."

"...On the other hand, this is an order that the Faceless Poet personally conveyed to me. He asked me to do my best to protect you."

Nolan smiled and replied mildly: "So, a considerable part of your worries are actually superfluous... I did hit His Highness Kafney's idea before. But our Geraint family will try our best to protect you in the king's life. safety in the capital.

"—Of course, if you are willing to let us 'protect Your Highness Kaphne as you protect you', then we will also obey this order."

The old man promised so.

……what?

Why would a faceless poet do this?

Annan frowned in confusion.

He did not remember any connection with the Faceless Poet.

In his memory, the only thing he had had a relationship with the Faceless Poet seemed to be taking the player to destroy his Skeleton Crow before...

Does this count as acquaintance?

Isn't this a misfortune?

Annan was lost in thought.

"quack!"

At this moment, Annan heard a loud crow chirping from outside the house.

It even penetrated the wall of the basement and reached Annan's ear.

At the same time as he heard the crow chirping, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from the tips of his two fingers, quickly spreading under the skin of his arms.

It's like touching a humming machine with your hand. The soreness was accompanied by a very clear warm current that quickly flowed through Annan's body.

As if some invisible force was flowing through Annan's body... The musculoskeletal blood vessels all over his body were carefully turned out and examined.

When the force flowed from Annan's fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turned into an extremely comfortable, even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up in a ball after getting wet from the rain and drying yourself by the fire.

[You got a gift from the Faceless Poet. Before the attribute reaches 20 points, the strength, agility, and constitution attributes obtained by training, the required training time -30%]

[You got a new tag "Advanced Influence: The Crow of the Faceless Crow"]

[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "record" after seven days (difficulty: distorted). 】

Annan suddenly saw that in the gap of the basement door, countless black liquids flowed in from the outside.

That strange sense of oppression became clearer—

Annan was finally confirmed.

This is exactly how I felt when I saw Duke Bone for the first time... the very clear abnormal feeling when I first came into contact with the true body of a false god.

Strangely, when contacting the righteous gods, they are not so nervous.

After these liquids flowed into the room, they gathered together again. It becomes sticky at a rate visible to the naked eye, building up in the shape of Chéng Rén.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The black humanoid's voice was thick and turbid, as if multiple different voices were ringing at the same time, and it flickered on and off like a TV image with poor signal.

……strangeness.

How come it's a bit like Valtore's school... senpai's feeling?

An Nan had such a thought in his heart.

In the face of this strange black human figure, Nolan and Eugene stood up from the sofa, respectfully caressed his chest with his hands, and bowed quietly to it.

And about two seconds later, the black mud successfully converged into the ChéngRén shape.

She looks very short - only about one meter four or five, with no clothes on her body, only long satin-like hair hanging down like a black waterfall behind her, wrapped around her body like a living monster, like a wriggling robe As usual, cover the body completely.

The only decoration is a black crow mask hanging on her face.

"Long time no see, Annan!"

Incompatible with her young and young body, the strange and magical young girl made a bright, sharp but not so pleasant voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!

"Why did you come to Noah without notifying me?"

"The Faceless Poet...?"

Annan whispered the name "His" in a low voice.

There are not many existences that can make Nolan feel nervous just by appearing in the well-defended basement of Geraint's house.

Seeing Nolan's respectful expression now, his identity has long been revealed.

But the problem is...

Annan simply doesn't know him?

He never even saw Him!

And the faceless poet is so familiar with himself...

... Could it be that the person who became associated with this pseudo-god was Annan in the past?