??Chapter 229: 228. A Story_1
Chapter 229: 228. A Story_1
Cui Siter could almost guess what was written in the manuscript of the novel without having to read it carefully.
It was nothing more than everything they had encountered after arriving at Beihan Town.
Enough, Cui Siter thought, it was already enough.
“Where exactly is the Ancient Capital, what exactly is all this, stop playing gas, I can’t take it anymore.”
Cui Siter pulled out a revolver, not the one he usually used, but the more powerful “Mimic Solar Flare”.
If necessary, Cui Siter could completely reduce this church to dust and ashes with one shot; by then, it wouldn’t matter where the Ancient Capital was hidden, since it would all be solved with a single blast.
The experiences of this period had been extrely torturous for him, feeling as if his every action was being manipulated, presented under soone else’s writing, which made Cui Siter extrely doubtful of his own self.
“There’s no need to rush, when you can see my lord, you will see him imdiately.”
The priest’s tone was very calm, as he looked at the revolver Cui Siter was holding, he indifferently said.
“You’re not going to kill , you’re not going to destroy this church.”
“What makes you say that?”
Cui Siter’s finger was on the trigger, and although he indeed wouldn’t shoot imdiately, it was not because he didn’t dare, but because doing so might collapse the church and injure both himself and Lu Ban.
“Because in my lord’s holy scripture, you don’t shoot,”
the priest said, his deanor one of sincere piety, like the martyred saints in ancient legends.
“Holy scripture? You an these horror novels?”
Lu Ban took out “Spiders in the Corner”, which he had gotten from the innkeeper, and waved it in front of the priest.
“These are my lord’s oracles, the sacred texts,”
the priest replied.
“So, tell
about your god, what kind of guy is he?”
Lu Ban took a few steps forward and sat down on the first bench, like a follower listening to a sermon.
“He created this world, has all authority, the Most High, omniscient and omnipotent.”
The priest spoke those common lines found in religion, yet conveyed no information.
“All of this, like those things outside, is his doing?”
Lu Ban pressed on.
“Even including you and , we are all creations of my lord,”
the priest looked at Lu Ban.
“You and ?”
Lu Ban started to find it amusing.
“I actually have so insights about your god; he should be able to control the environnt to a certain extent, human perceptions, and even control monsters?”
“Regarding your statent, I do not deny it, because this is also what my lord can let you know,”
the priest had no intention of discussing with Lu Ban.
“The way you talk feels just like those fortune-tellers, always speaking ambiguously. If you guess right, you’re a prophet; if wrong, then it’s the will of heaven.”
Lu Ban added.
“Let’s not waste our words on him, I feel that the Ancient Capital is right here inside this church, we might as well deal with him, then find the Ancient Capital afterward.”
Cui Siter was becoming impatient.
Shia nodded in agreent.
“There’s a space beneath this church, and it seems there are people inside.”
Hearing Shia’s words, the priest suddenly stepped back.
“Stop troubling him, co down.”
A voice ca from the priest’s mouth, but its timbre and tone didn’t resemble the obstinate priest—it sounded more like a rakish young master.
The door behind the priest slowly opened, revealing a descending pathway.
Lu Ban glanced at the priest, whose expression had beco numb and indifferent, just like those suited fellows outside, but he made no move, as if he had lost his soul.
The three exchanged glances and Lu Ban took the lead, descending the staircase.
After only a short mont, they arrived at an underground chamber.
Dimly lit by lamps fueled by the fat of unknown creatures, the vast space harbored another door, seemingly made of bronze with inscriptions in a language that even the Silent Lands couldn’t translate—inscriptions from a Foreign Domain.
Thud—
Just as they arrived, a banging sound ca from the other side of the door, making the chamber tremble slightly and dislodging so dust.
It was as though sothing imprisoned inside was trying to break free from its chains.
In front of the door, there was a desk with a lamp casting a soft glow over an array of manuscript papers, an ink bottle, and several steel pens. Behind the desk, sat a person.
That must be Ancient Capital.
That was the thought that spontaneously arose in Lu Ban’s mind when he saw the man.
With neatly trimd hair, dium build, glasses, and a tasteful suit that had remained clean of any dust, he held a pen as if he had been pondering the ending of the story on the manuscript right before their arrival.
“Please wait a mont; I am almost finished with the ending.”
His voice was cultured, like a young university lecturer radiating approachability and confidence.
It’s no wonder he’s favored by high society ladies,
Lu Ban thought.
Sleek, literary young n like him were probably the darlings of those aunties, and even na??ve young girls would easily be taken in by such a man.
During the wait, the door was struck twice more, but with much less force, as though sothing was suppressing whatever was behind it.
Finally, just as Cui Siter was growing impatient, the man exhaled deeply and set down his pen.
“The ending is always the hardest part to write, and although there’s a little left to do, there are more important matters right now.”
He smiled and introduced himself.
“Hello, I am Ancient Capital.”
The three fell silent for a mont, not out of shock or similar emotion, but because the wall of the underground chamber revealed the cold, indifferent text of the System.
[Task Requirent: Find the missing novelist 1/1]
This was indeed Ancient Capital.
As for the other task, witnessing the story’s ending, they still didn’t know how to complete it.
Were they supposed to read the novel’s ending that Ancient Capital had just finished writing?
“Where exactly are we now?”
Lu Ban couldn’t help but ask.
He could certainly go straight to Ancient Capital to read the novel—with them as the protagonists—called “The Madman’s Mouth”. But his instincts told him that if it ended just like that, surely the task’s exploration degree would be low and the benefits not enough.
Moreover, he hadn’t found Du Danping’s lody Fragnt yet, nor had he fully grasped the full picture of events, which is why he posed the question.
“You are within a story.”
Ancient Capital said candidly.
“Like the priest standing above, he’s a character in the story, and he has only one identity, therefore, he is just a priest. I endowed him with a devout character, so he is very devout, but he is nothing more than a priest, that’s all.”
“As for those outside, they are rely passersby in the story. Their nas, family backgrounds, personalities, these things don’t matter to this story. Therefore, even if they look different, to , they all appear to be the sa.”
He explained simply, then looked towards Lu Ban and the others.
“As for you, you are the main characters of the story.”
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