Shard, his body faintly marked with luminescent streaks, observed the new cards and looked across the table at the deity sitting silently there. As the light flickered, new cards appeared in the slots on the table in front of the deity, featuring a poised black-haired witch, standing with a sword in front of the temple.
From the "Dragon Catastrophe" card, a crimson glow emanated, and from the second witch's card, a bright white light poured forth.
Not just crimson and white, but the initial black and gold from the first two cards also flowed towards the table, filling more grooves. Eventually, four colors of light t in dozens of slots at the center of the table.
The dragon roared, entwined with a multitude of evil spirits, and began to battle with the spectral forms of the two witches at the center of the table.
The flas spewed by the dragon forced the witches to join forces to resist. However, the holy sword in the witches' hands also inflicted severe damage on the dragon and the evil spirits.
Sorcery, Dragon Fla, Curse, Holy Sword... A myriad of bizarre lights and sounds created scenes beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although they were only illusions, the effects of the supernatural power remained undiminished. rely watching this battle allowed one to imagine its destructive power.
The battle continued for about five minutes before concluding with a narrow victory for Mr. Riddle's side.
Mr. Riddle's eyes widened as he stared at the table, while Shard, keeping track of the ti, restored all the containers in his pocket that could hold water back to their real form and filled them with water using sorcery:
"Mr. Riddle, I must leave for a while."
The conversation had been lengthy, with the twenty minutes nearly up. But it was enough, Shard had figured out the key points of this ti-travel.
"What? No, please don't leave !"
Mr. Riddle imdiately stood up in panic, his face bewildered as he tried to grasp Shard's hand, only to see Shard drifting backwards from the stone table in a strange posture.
The candle across the table went out, plunging half of the room back into eerie darkness.
Naturally, Mr. Riddle could not see, but behind Shard, a white mist calling him back ho had appeared.
"While I'm away, please try to recall your past. I'll be in another Space-Ti, helping you find your experiences. Mr. Riddle, your life experiences are truly interesting."
Shard waved at the man, who at that mont seed a bit frightened and frantic.
"But... please don't leave ! Don't leave
alone here! Don't leave
to my fears!"
Mr. Riddle tried to grasp Shard's hand again, but he grasped at nothing, as Shard's figure beca translucent.
"Trust , Mr. Riddle, I will definitely return. While I'm away, please don't continue the ga on your own, reflect carefully on your past. That is your life, that is your strength, and rembering will help you overco your fears."
Shard shouted, his lower half already engulfed by the white mist:
"May the Father of the Infinite Tree and Mr. Ring..."
His voice and figure completely vanished, leaving Mr. Riddle standing there in a daze, until he saw the water-filled containers Shard had left behind, confirming that all that had occurred was not an illusion, and he shook his head like an old dog that had fallen into water.
He turned to look at the opposite side of the table into the darkness, not knowing if it was empty, or if the robed deity was still sitting there.
His robe brushing against the wall, Mr. Riddle walked desolately to the wall and leaned against it like those corpses:
"...protect both of us."
He finished what Shard had left unsaid.
(Mia running...)
Backing out from behind the bedroom door, Shard bent over to pick up the cat that was poking its head and stretching out its paw.
The third ti travel experience seed a bit simpler than the first two.
There was no millennia-spanning connection with Shard, this experience seed truly just about helping an unlucky ordinary person.
For Shard, this wasn't too difficult. He didn't need to consider how the following investigation would affect him, nor did he need to worry about his secrets being discovered. All he had to do was investigate the life of Sludge Riddle.
Ten slots had been filled with two, aning that every four segnts of life experience he found, he could open a key once. And eight segnts that were sufficiently remarkable would probably suffice for him to complete the task of the Father of the Infinite Tree for the third ti.
"But what then is the purpose of this mission?"
This was sothing Shard couldn't figure out, the first mission involved the Outlander leaving an exotic fairy tale in the past Space-Ti; the second mission, he had helped a Witch of significant historical importance in the Fifth Era. But this ti, he couldn't see any aning regarding Space-Ti.
"Strange."
Petting the cat in his arms, Shard furrowed his brows:
"Could it be that Mr. Sludge Riddle played so major role in history? But was there such a famous man with that na in the Fifth Era?"
With over five thousand years of ti, if Sludge Riddle wasn't anyone important, Shard's chances of finding him were very low.
"Or could it be that ti travel doesn't need to have a purpose, and is really just randomly arranged by the Father of the Infinite Tree?"
Standing by the window for a while, Shard decided to finish the investigation report and submit it to the Academy before going to sleep.
The events of the Year 1784 of the Fifth Era provided by Professor Garcia had nothing to do with Shard's experiences. In that long letter, it described a story of an unknown Witch researching docunts, preparing to attend the God of Flowers' Divine Descent Ritual.
Shard planned to write in the submitted report that he had seen Mr. Riddle preparing to return ho from Horror Fortress. Thus, this investigation would appear to the Academy as a truly Poet-Level event, unlikely to generate further suspicion about him but also get the Academy to help investigate "Horror Fortress" and Mr. Riddle.
"Hmm... I always feel that things won't be so simple this ti."
Thinking that a new week had started, before writing the report, Shard went to the basent and picked up "God's Toy Box," hoping to try his luck.
The first week's gift was red apples that both Shard and the cat enjoyed eating, the second week it was beautiful ruby earrings. Although both had lifted Shard's spirits, deep down, he still hoped that soday he could find a Relic from "God's Gift Box."
After thoroughly washing his hands, Shard inserted his hand into the box, then furrowed his brow:
"What is this?"
Taking the cold tal plates out of the box, peeling away an excited Mia who was rushing up, Shard looked at the objects in his hands under the light.
Four heavy tal plates, each with one smooth, shiny side and the other side featuring a design. Two of the plates had recessed designs, each different, and two had raised designs, each different.
But between the plates with recessed designs and those with raised designs, the designs were the sa. One was the front of a shilling banknote, the other was the back of a shilling banknote.
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