Chapter 121 AccompanyTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2165 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-06 17:30:02
Bernadette closed her eyes and breathed slightly faster, as if she was trying to suppress the emotions surging in her heart. She tried to calm herself down and clear the fog that shrouded her heart.
That strong premonition lingered in her heart, forcing her to no longer sit idly by. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if she was exhaling all her hesitation and uneasiness into the air.
When she opened her eyes again and her gaze fell on Greylint, her eyes were more complicated and uncertain. She looked at him as if she was looking at a being who was about to be swept into the huge waves, and this person was destined to be intertwined with her fate.
Silence spread between the two of them, and the air seemed to freeze. Bernadette did not speak, but just stared at Grallint quietly, making a decision in her heart. She knew that once she set foot on this road, there would be no turning back.
Finally, she sighed softly and spoke in a low and calm voice: "This matter is related to me. I can feel it... So, I will find the truth with you."
Her voice was very soft, but it was filled with an unquestionable firmness. At that moment, the mist in her eyes seemed to begin to dissipate, revealing a hint of clarity and determination. No matter what happened in the future, she chose to face it.
As soon as Bernadette finished speaking, the room fell silent. The air seemed to be stagnant, and even each other's breathing seemed so clear.
Grellint stared at her blankly, and the doubt and loneliness hidden in his eyes seemed to be shaken slightly by her determination in an instant.
In this silence, the light outside the window suddenly became brighter. The thick clouds were finally torn apart, and the sunlight penetrated like a sharp blade, breaking the haze. Golden beams of light fell from the gap, illuminating every corner of the room. The light was warm and dazzling, dispelling the heaviness and confusion that had originally shrouded my heart.
The sun fell on Bernadette's face, adding a touch of soft brilliance to her cold face. She seemed to feel the warmth of the light, raised her head slightly, squinted her eyes to welcome this rare brightness. The corners of her mouth gently raised a smile, although it was very faint, but it made people feel a glimmer of vitality and hope.
"The sun will eventually penetrate the dark clouds." Grellint said silently in his heart.
He looked at Bernadette and felt the power in her eyes again. It was not only the control over her own destiny, but also the fearlessness of the road she was about to take. Perhaps there were endless dangers and darkness on this road, but at this moment, this beam of light told him that they were not alone, and the truth was ahead, waiting for them to uncover.
"Okay," Graylint responded softly, with a bit more determination in his tone, "Then let's find the truth together."
Grellint lay on the bed, his weak body seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His arms hung limply at his sides, his face still pale. The intense conversation just now made him feel exhausted, as if even breathing had become a little difficult. Even so, his eyes still had that firmness and persistence.
He looked up at Bernadette, the doubt in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm trust. Although he was weak, his eyes were still sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at the unknown fog ahead.
Bernadette stood beside the bed, looking at him, feeling the indescribable power, and her heart couldn't help but be slightly moved.
"Yeah." Bernadette responded softly, her voice like a breeze, with an imperceptible softness. She stood by the bed, looking down at Grallint, her expression was calm as usual, but there was a deep warmth in her eyes.
She silently stared at the weak Greylint, as if she wanted to remember his appearance at the moment. His firm determination and unyielding will seemed particularly precious in her eyes. Perhaps it was this seemingly insignificant power that could bring a glimmer of hope in this crazy and twisted world.
Bernadette nodded slightly, then turned around and walked to the window. The sun was pouring in through the gap in the window, falling on her shoulders, covering her with a layer of light golden light. She looked out the window, looking at the dark clouds that were gradually dispelled by the sun, and a sense of strength rose in her heart.
"Rest," her voice was gentle but contained a firmness that could not be refused. "We'll continue when you recover."
After saying this, she looked back at Greylint again, with a look of determination in her eyes. Although the road ahead was confusing, they had already embarked on this road to reveal the truth side by side.
Greylint lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart gradually calmed down. He understood that although his body had not suffered fatal injuries yesterday under the protection of Bernadette's magic, the impact of pushing himself to the limit and stimulating his potential at that moment was deeply imprinted in his body and mind.
He could feel his own weakness, not only physical fatigue, but also mental exhaustion. The almost crazy obsession last night, as well as the tension and despair when confronting a powerful enemy, seemed to have turned into an invisible burden, pressing on him, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Bernadette stood by the window and glanced at Grallint. Seeing that he did not struggle to get up, but closed his eyes, as if accepting the weakness in front of him, she nodded slightly. She knew that although this person in front of her had an unyielding will, he also knew when to follow his body and give himself a chance to breathe.
Grellint did not force it. He knew that in this world, rushing forward would only bring greater risks. He needed time, time to recover his strength and sort out his thoughts before he could move forward. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and tried to relax himself.
"Okay, let's take a break first," he said to himself in his heart, with a bitter smile on his lips.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Bernadette, and found that she was still standing by the window, and the sunlight outlined her softly and firmly. He couldn't help but feel a little comforted in his heart. With her by his side, even if there was more fog ahead, it didn't seem so scary.
"Well, good night, Grellint." He said to himself in his heart, with a helpless smile on his lips. It was still afternoon, and the sun shone through the window into the room, bringing him some warmth, but he felt that this resting moment was as precious as the night.
Grellant closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun slowly envelop him. He knew that his body needed time to recover and his mind needed a brief relaxation. Although the sun was still shining brightly outside the window, he felt a rare sense of peace. The sun was like a soft blanket, covering his tired body and mind.
Bernadette stood by the window, watching Grallint's quiet appearance. She did not disturb his rest, but just quietly looked at the beam of sunlight pouring into the room, as if she was watching hope projected from a corner of the sky. She nodded slightly, as if she was also saying a silent comfort to herself.
"Well, take a good rest, and we'll continue on our journey when you wake up."Chapter 122 The most sincere smileTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2513 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-07 17:30:07
On Monday, the morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Grallint slowly stood up, feeling the heaviness of his body, as if he had just woken up from a big dream. The short rest yesterday afternoon gave him some strength, but the fatigue had not yet completely dissipated.
He picked up the coat from the hanger and prepared to put it on, but found that the coat had already been torn a lot. That was left by the fierce battle yesterday. He gently stroked the torn fabric with his fingertips, and the scene of last night flashed through his mind. Then he shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.
Grallint silently put the coat back on the hanger, changed into another slightly more formal coat, quickly tidied himself, and then went downstairs.
He originally wanted to discuss some things with Bernadette first, especially the decision made last night. But as soon as he reached the stairs, he saw Mr. Eimler, who was dressed neatly, standing downstairs with his arms folded across his chest, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
Grellint frowned slightly, as if he had a premonition of what was going to happen. Sure enough, before he could open his mouth, Emile strode forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Grelint, you finally came down! Follow me!" Emil said in an unyielding tone, his voice full of urgency. He barely gave Grellint time to react before leading him out the door.
Although Grellant was confused, he did not resist and had to let Emile drag him out of the door. The two got on the carriage, and the sound of horse hooves accompanied Mr. Emile's rapid sighs as they drove towards the East District.
The space in the car is small, Mr. Eimiller said, while constantly glancing at Grellant out of the corner of his eye, as if to confirm that he was indeed safe.
"You know, when I saw you yesterday, your clothes were torn and your body was covered in blood and wounds!" Emil's voice was full of worry and reproach. "We were all very worried and waited for news from you all night. So today you must go and report that you are safe in person! Otherwise, we will be worried!"
Grellant leaned back in the carriage seat, listening to Mr. Emiller's constant chatter, with a slight smile on his face. He knew that he had made everyone worried this time, especially these friends, whose concern for him was always from the bottom of their hearts. He did not interrupt Emiller's chatter, allowing him to continue to express his anxiety.
He looked out the window, and the streets of the East District gradually became clear. Grellant thought silently in his heart, perhaps, this time he reported his safety not only to reassure them, but also to remind himself that no matter how crazy the world is, there are still people who care about him and worry about him. These are the reasons for his survival and the ties that he is unwilling to give up easily.
The carriage soon stopped at the gate of the East District school. With the appearance of Grallant, the originally quiet campus instantly became lively, and the children's eyes were all on him. This place was full of vitality, and when these children saw Grallant, they were like seeing a legendary figure, with excitement and curiosity on their faces.
"Mr. Holmes is here! I heard he's a famous detective!" A slightly older child in the crowd whispered to the kid next to him who had just arrived, his voice full of admiration, "And, it was because of Miss Audrey, whom he knew, that this school was founded."
As the children whispered, more eyes focused on Greylint. They looked up at the man called "Sherlock Holmes" with admiration and curiosity in their eyes. To these children, he was a mysterious yet familiar presence, and every time he appeared, he was accompanied by wonderful stories and wisdom.
Normally, these little movements would have been caught by Miss Nancy standing in front, and then she would have ended it with a "teaching style" knock on the head. But today, her eyes were also attracted and stopped at Grallant at the door, so the children's whispers escaped.
Nancy frowned slightly, and her eyes stayed on Grallant for a moment, as if to confirm something. Obviously, she had also heard the news of his injury. Her expression was serious and nervous, which was completely different from the arrogant look she usually had when she scolded the child.
Grellant stood at the door, slightly raised his lips, and looked at the children who were looking at him, with a soft light flashing in his eyes. When he saw Nancy's gaze, his smile deepened, as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.
Grellint took a deep breath, forced himself to look energetic, and walked towards the children. He tried to make his steps steady and not let his weakness show. When he walked in front of the children, he bent down slightly and showed a gentle smile: "Long time no see."
"Mr. Holmes, what difficult cases have you handled recently?" a child asked impatiently, his eyes wide open and full of curiosity.
"That's right, tell us about it!" another child echoed, his face full of anticipation, as if every time Greylint appeared, he would bring a new adventure story.
"And the story you told us last time," a younger child squeezed to the front and raised his face excitedly, "We all know that Snow White and the prince lived happily together in the end!"
Hearing the children talking at once, Grellint couldn't help but smile. He looked at these innocent faces, and their enthusiasm and innocent curiosity warmed his heart. At this moment, the chaos around him and the difficulties he faced seemed to be dispelled by this warm atmosphere.
"Really?" He chuckled and asked softly, "It seems that my stories have spread." He slowly raised his hand, pretending to be in deep thought for a moment, then deliberately lowered his voice and said with a hint of mystery, "However, this time I came back with some new stories."
The children immediately burst into cheers, and some even tried to pester him to tell them one. "What is that? Tell us!" They shouted excitedly, surrounding Grellant with their eyes full of anticipation.
Grellint narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled even more deeply. "Now is not the time to tell you a story. I will tell you during lunch break, okay?"
Although the children were a little disappointed, they all nodded obediently. They didn't know what Grellint had experienced before, but they felt that he came to them with warmth and mystery as usual.
Nancy came over at this time, with her hands on her hips and her usual stern expression on her face. She glanced at the children surrounding Grallant and raised her voice mercilessly: "No nonsense during class time! Go back to your seats!"
When the children heard Miss Nancy's voice, they scattered like awakened birds, grumbling as they returned to their seats. Grallant looked at their reluctant expressions and couldn't help but smile.
Nancy turned back until the children were all seated. Her eyes fell on Glint again. The sternness on her face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of worry. She took a step closer and whispered, "Mr. Holmes, how are you?"
She spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid that the children in the distance would hear her, but her eyes were filled with concern. Miss Nancy, who was usually strict and capable, showed a hint of tenderness at this moment, which warmed Grallant's heart. He knew that Nancy had heard about his injury a long time ago and wanted to confirm his condition.
Greylint smiled slightly, shook his head gently, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, it's okay now. Although it hasn't fully recovered, it's not a big problem."
Nancy frowned, obviously not completely satisfied with his answer, but seeing his calm and resolute expression, she did not ask any more questions. She just looked at him unconsciously, as if trying to find more clues from his slightly pale face.
"You should get more rest." She finally sighed, her tone a little accusatory but more concerned. "No matter what you want to check, your health comes first."
Graylint nodded and gave a slightly gentle smile. "I will pay attention, Miss Nancy."Chapter 123 WorryTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2054 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-08 17:30:08
As night fell, the carriage slowly moved along the streets of Backlund. Greylint leaned back tiredly on the carriage seat and slightly closed his eyes.
He spent the whole day with the children in the East District today, exhausting all his energy. These little guys were so energetic that they seemed to have endless energy. Thinking of how they surrounded him during the day, Grellant couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
What made him even more troubled was that Roselle had told Bernadette all the fairy tales when she was a child. These stories have been circulated for two hundred years and have now become household children's books.
Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty... These books have long been a must-have for every child's bedside. Even the stories he told the children today, they have already read the pages to pieces and know all the details.
"What else can I tell them when we meet next time?"
Grellint smiled bitterly in his heart. He felt as if he had emptied all the fairy tales in his mind, and even thought about whether he should start making up some new stories. But when he thought of the energetic appearance of these children, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
He looked out the carriage window, the lights on the street dotted the night, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet street. The faces of the children, full of expectation and curiosity, emerged in his mind, and although he felt troubled, he felt a little warmer in his heart.
"Forget it, let's not think about these troubles for now," he rubbed his brows and muttered to himself softly, "Let's talk about it next time we meet. There will always be a way."
The carriage continued to move forward, and the slight shaking in the carriage made him close his eyes, using the time on the return journey to relax a little.
"Holmes, don't investigate this dangerous matter anymore." Mr. Eimler sat opposite the carriage, mumbling, with a look of worry and uneasiness on his face. It was late at night, but his voice was particularly clear in the carriage.
Grellint leaned back in the carriage, closed his eyes, and felt the fatigue in his body. He originally thought that Emile's endless nagging would annoy him, but somehow, this time, he actually felt a little... at ease.
Emile continued beside him, "Look at you, your complexion isn't very good today, yet you're still forcing yourself to accompany the children. In your current state, you really need to have a good rest! And you really can't go on with those dangerous things." He spoke quickly, his voice full of exhortation and concern.
Grellant listened to these familiar nagging, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips. In the past, he would have thought that these words were redundant, even a little noisy, but at this moment, Mr. Eimiller's voice seemed to become a warm background sound, dispelling the fatigue and loneliness in his heart in this silent night.
"Mr. Emil," Grellint slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at him, with a gentle light flashing in his eyes, "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
After saying this, he closed his eyes and continued to lean back in his chair. Eimiller was still mumbling something beside him, and his voice came into his ears intermittently.
"But, I'm sorry, Mr. Emile." Grellant said to himself, with an unspeakable apology in his tone. He knew he couldn't give up.
It is because he always chooses to face those dangers and investigate the truth hidden in the darkness that he has become who he is today. It is because of this that he can meet Emile and Miss Nancy, and have the courage to do those things that he thinks are worthwhile.
He knew very well that if he gave up on this matter and stopped moving forward, would he still be the Greylint in their hearts? Would he still be the omnipotent hero in the eyes of the children? Perhaps, the "Mr. Holmes" that the children admired and looked up to would slowly disappear, and even he himself would gradually forget the self who once stood firmly at the forefront of the storm.
He leaned back in his chair, listening to Eimiller's advice, and his heart became more determined. He knew that this road was destined to be bumpy, and there were thorns and fog ahead, but it was precisely because of this that he needed to keep moving forward. If he didn't do it, who would he be?
The carriage continued to move forward, and Emile's voice sounded intermittently in his ears. Grallint did not speak again, but just closed his eyes slightly, hiding the apology in his heart.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in his heart, "this is the path I chose."
The wind blew in through the window of the carriage, bringing with it the coolness of the night, but it also made him feel sober. He knew that if he continued on, he might face more dangers and difficulties, but this was the price he was willing to pay.
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The carriage quickly drove into Cherwood and stopped at the door of Glint's house. Glint let out a breath, raised his hand to rub his stiff shoulders, and then got out of the carriage. Mr. Eimiller followed him to the door, his face still showing worry.
"Holmes," Emil glanced at him with a complicated look in his eyes, "Take care of yourself and stop being so stubborn."
Graylin nodded and forced a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Eimiller, I will be careful."
Seeing this, Emil sighed and seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he just nodded and turned to leave. Looking at his back as he walked away, Grellint felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and then turned around and opened the door.
As soon as he entered the room, Grellint sensed something unusual. He raised his head and looked towards the living room, his eyes immediately falling on that familiar figure. Bernadette was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, back straight, looking elegant and calm. Her eyes were deep, like the stars in the night sky, and were particularly eye-catching in the dim room.
"You're back." Bernadette said softly, with a hint of calmness in her voice, but if you listen carefully, you can also see a hint of imperceptible concern. Her eyes swept across Grallint's face, as if to confirm his condition.
"Yes," Graylin nodded, trying to appear calm, and walked into the living room. The moment he looked into Bernadette's eyes, he felt an invisible force, as if she had been waiting here for a long time, waiting for their conversation.
He walked to the sofa, sat down gently, leaned back slightly, and took a rest on the soft cushions of the sofa. Bernadette's eyes followed his movements all the time, without interrupting him, just waiting quietly.
Grellint did not speak immediately. He sat on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and quickly sorted out the complicated clues in his mind.
He knew that what he was going to say next was crucial.Chapter 124 DecisionTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2388 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-09 17:30:06
After a moment, Grellint opened his eyes, looked directly at Bernadette, and began to tell the story.
"This isn't my first time entering that world," he said in a deep voice, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "The first time I entered was a complete accident. At that time, I hadn't even received Miss Julie's commission yet."
Bernadette's eyes flickered, but she didn't interrupt, just listened quietly.
"That day, I was just walking on the streets of Backlund as usual." Grallint continued, frowning slightly, as if trying to recall that moment. "I turned a corner, and suddenly it was like I was walking into an unfamiliar street. That street gave me a strange feeling, familiar yet strange, as if it was out of touch with reality."
He paused here, his eyes slightly blank, as if he had returned to that moment again.
"However, before I could figure out the situation, I inexplicably walked out again and returned to the streets of Backlund." Grellint's voice was slightly puzzled, "It was as if that unfamiliar street was just a momentary illusion, or that some kind of power was controlling me. I didn't understand why I entered, and the reason for leaving was equally inexplicable, as if everything was just an absurd joke."
Bernadette stared at him with deep eyes, obviously showing great interest in the experience he described.
She nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.
"Later, I took on the commission of Miss Julie's disappearance." Greylint continued, his tone gradually becoming calm, "I entered that world again, and this time, I managed to bring her out. And it was in the process that I got this bracelet." He took out the bracelet, and a faint light flashed in the dim light.
"You should now know what happened next." He paused, glanced at Bernadette, and after making sure she was listening carefully, he continued, "During this period, I looked up a lot of information, trying to understand the nature of that world, especially the architectural style. At first I thought it was just some kind of different dimension, but the more I looked, the more I found that it was closely related to the history of a certain period."
Greylint's gaze became sharper, as if he wanted to penetrate the dust of history. "Combined with the historical records I found, I roughly speculate that this world may be related to the great plague during the Black Death. Perhaps it was projected and shaped by some kind of force during that disaster."
Bernadette listened quietly, with a thoughtful look in her eyes. She knew that everything that Gralinte said might be the key clue to unlocking the mystery.
"No ritual can last forever. Someone must maintain it." Bernadette's voice was particularly clear in the quiet living room, with an unquestionable calmness and insight. "Similarly, no object can be effective forever."
Her eyes turned slightly and fell on the bracelet in Greylint's hand, with a trace of deep thought and inquiry in her eyes. The ancient bracelet flickered faintly under the dim light, as if it had some unknown power.
"The bracelet you received does have the ability to enter that world," she said softly, with a scrutinizing tone in her voice, "but its power must be limited, or it must require certain conditions to remain effective."
Bernadette raised her eyes and fell on Grallint's face again, revealing a trace of deep thought. "If this world is the product of some kind of ritual, there must be someone behind the scenes who continues to maintain its existence. The bracelet may be just one link, or a key, but it itself cannot tell you the whole picture."
She paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about something, and then continued, "And the maintainer behind this, or the remaining power, is the key we need to find."
Her eyes returned to the bracelet, and after staring at it for a moment, she looked at Greylint again: "Have you noticed any changes in this bracelet? Such as its luster, temperature, or anything else?" she asked, as if testing some possibilities.
"Also," Bernadette frowned slightly, a hint of alertness flashed in her eyes. Her gaze fell on the bracelet again, and her tone became more solemn. "We are facing one of the creators of this world. This means that once they become aware of our existence, this bracelet may become ineffective at any time."
Her words echoed in the empty living room, like a gust of cold wind blowing, making the atmosphere suddenly become grim. Bernadette's eyes were deep, staring closely at the bracelet in Gralinte's hand, as if she was thinking about the danger hidden behind it.
"Since this bracelet can lead you into that world, it must be directly related to some kind of power." She continued, lowering her voice slightly, as if she wanted to convey the weight of her words to him, "But because of this, it can also be deprived of its power at any time. After all, any ritual or item needs someone to maintain it, and once the maintaining power is withdrawn, the bracelet will lose its function."
She paused for a moment, and added a hint of calm reminder in her tone: "So, if we want to continue to investigate further, we must be fully prepared and not over-rely on its power. We must be prepared for it to fail at any time."
There was an unquestionable firmness in Bernadette's eyes. She was reminding Greylint and also warning herself.
Bernadette stared at the bracelet with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and the whole room fell silent for a moment. Grallint was also quietly waiting for her judgment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold metal texture of the bracelet, secretly weighing every word of Bernadette in his heart.
After a while, Bernadette seemed to have made up her mind. She exhaled lightly, raised her head and looked at Greylint, her eyes more determined: "Let's go to the place you entered first and see if there are any clues."
Her tone was calm and decisive, and she had obviously considered the situation carefully. Whatever power was hidden behind this bracelet, its source might be in that space. Only by finding clues could we figure out the nature of this world and the intentions of the manipulator behind it.
"If that world is related to some kind of ritual or power, then there must be traces left where you first entered." Bernadette continued, with a hint of cautious inquiry in her voice, "Even tiny clues are enough to guide us in the direction of progress."
Graylint nodded, his heart slightly moved. The strange street he had entered might really be the key to solving the mystery, but the rush and confusion at that time made him overlook many details. Now that he went there with Bernadette, he might be able to discover something that he had overlooked before.
"I remember you said just now that the conditions for opening the gate both times are at night." Bernadette nodded slightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She turned her head and looked out the window. Night had quietly fallen, and the city streets were shrouded in the cool twilight. It was the best time to act.
She stood up, with an unquestionable firmness in her voice: "Let's go now."
Grellint looked up at her, his heart slightly shaken. He thought Bernadette would choose to make more preparations, but her decisive action was beyond his expectations. He nodded, stood up, and adjusted his clothes a little, as if to inject himself with strength.
"Okay, let's go to that place before it gets dark," he said, with a sharp look in his eyes. Perhaps tonight, they can uncover a corner of this mystery.
The two exchanged a brief and tacit glance, and then walked towards the door one after the other. The night breeze outside the door was slightly cool, with a hint of unknown breath, just like the world they were about to explore.Chapter 125 EnterTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2073 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-10 17:30:06
The foggy streets of Cherwood District are shrouded in the night mist, like a silent ghost world.
This street was named after the perennial fog in Backlund, and there were some ancient stories circulating nearby - according to rumors, long-dead souls could always be seen wandering in the fog at night, as if they were looking for a way back home in the fog. Those stories became more mysterious as time passed, making this street always chilling at night.
At this moment, Gralinte and Bernadette were standing at the entrance of Foggy Street. It was quiet and silent, with only a faint mist rising from their feet, as if it was quietly flowing in the darkness. At the end of the street, the outline of a person was vaguely visible, but it was blurred, as if it was shrouded in another world.
Grellint turned his head and nodded slightly to Bernadette, his eyes showing a hint of determination and alertness, indicating that he was ready to enter. Although his eyes were calm, his heart was full of expectations and vigilance for the unknown. The past two experiences made him full of doubts about this world, but he also knew that he might face unknown dangers next.
Bernadette did not respond, but nodded gently to show that she understood. Her face looked particularly cold in the night and the fog, and her eyes were firm and deep, as if she had already seen through the fog ahead. She did not say much, but took the first step forward, her movements light and steady, as if she had entered some kind of predetermined track.
Grallint followed closely behind, keeping a steady pace and keeping a distance from Bernadette. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and the only sounds he could hear were the slight footsteps and the whistling breeze in the mist. He knew that they were about to step into an unknown territory - a mysterious world that had once brought him in and thrown him out.
The fog thickened, and the surrounding scene became more and more blurred, as if time and space began to distort at this moment. Each step became heavier, as if being guided to a pre-determined location.
Bernadette walked in front, her steps light and steady. However, suddenly, her brows slightly frowned, as if she had noticed something. Her intuition - the keen perception accumulated over many years as a Beyonder - made her realize that Greylint, who was following behind her, seemed to be experiencing some abnormal changes.
She did not stop immediately, but slowed down her pace, turned her head quietly, and observed Greylint's condition with her peripheral vision. There was a hint of caution in her eyes, but she remained calm.
The fog in Wuying Street became thicker and thicker, and the surrounding scenery became blurred, as if even time and space began to distort.
Bernadette stretched out her right hand, signaling to Grallint. Grallint gently held her hand, his palm slightly cool but firm.
At this moment, Bernadette's eyes suddenly widened. The touch at that moment made her feel some strange power fluctuating around them. The air became sticky, as if the flow of time suddenly slowed down, and the space was slightly distorted under their feet, as if they were being pulled by some invisible force and gradually separated from the real world.
Bernadette closed her eyes and felt this twisted power. She could feel that they were entering some unknown realm, a space beyond reality. This power was not random, it seemed to have some rules, some power related to the rituals behind this world.
"Sure enough, it's here." Bernadette thought to herself, and she squeezed Grallint's hand with a little force. Her movements were extremely calm, as if everything was expected, but her heart was still full of vigilance for the unknown that was about to come.
"Get ready." She reminded softly, with a hint of calm determination in her voice. The two of them took the next step slowly in this strange distortion of space, as if they were heading towards the world hidden deep in the fog.
As they slowly moved forward, the fog around them became thicker and thicker, like a huge curtain covering the entire street. Grellint narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and began to deliberately feel the changes around him. Gradually, his consciousness entered a special state, a kind of spiritual acute perception, as if his thoughts were no longer just in the material world.
The surrounding space seemed to be experiencing some strange fluctuations.
At first it was slight, almost imperceptible, but as he walked deeper, the fluctuation became more and more obvious. Every inch of air seemed to be trembling slightly, and Grallint felt that the ground under his feet was no longer solid, as if he was slowly being pulled out of reality. He even felt that his body and Bernadette's body seemed to be disconnected from the surrounding environment, and the space was changing and distorting unconsciously, as if some invisible force was reshaping the surrounding reality.
This feeling did not come from the flesh, but was a spiritual intuition, a sense that transcended the material world. The air seemed to become thicker and thicker, as if it was carrying countless fragments of the past and the future, intertwined in this mist. With every step, they seemed to be crossing a new dimension, and their connection with the real time and space became weaker and weaker.
Grellint muttered in his heart, "Space... is really changing." His heartbeat accelerated a little bit, but he forced himself to stay calm. However, the changes today were completely different from the last time he entered "that world" without noticing. At that time, he seemed to have just walked into an ordinary street casually, and everything seemed natural, until he realized that he was in a completely unfamiliar place, as if some uncontrollable force had quietly led him in.
But this time, the strange feeling became particularly clear and direct. The space around him seemed to be distorted by some force. He could feel that each step he took was becoming more and more difficult. The ground under his feet was no longer stable, as if he was diving into an invisible abyss.
He slightly tightened Bernadette's hand, feeling her calmness and composure. She was obviously aware of all this, but her face remained calm and composed, without any surprise or panic. Bernadette's keen perception allowed her to understand the advent of these supernatural phenomena better than ordinary people, and her calmness also made Greylint feel a little more at ease.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, lingering around them, almost completely isolating them from the outside world, and the road ahead was blurred. Grellint no longer tried to identify the direction through his sight. He could feel that the space around him was gradually changing, as if they were being pulled into another unknown world by some force.
"This time, it's no longer a coincidence..." He muttered to himself, realizing that they were getting closer to this world step by step.
Bernadette tilted her head slightly, and although she said nothing, her eyes seemed to silently convey a certain tacit understanding.
The two continued to move forward, stepping into the unknown territory that was gradually revealing its full picture, ready to face whatever was going to happen next.Chapter 126 KeyTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2290 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-11 17:30:06
As he continued to move forward, the space around him gradually became stable, and the slight distortion began to dissipate. The mist in the air also gradually faded, as if a veil was slowly lifted, revealing a brand new scene. Grellint could feel that this strange change was slowly subsiding, and everything was gradually becoming clear.
His heart moved, and he realized that they were no longer in Backlund's real world - they had entered that mysterious and unfamiliar realm.
The surrounding environment was no longer shrouded in heavy fog like the Fog Shadow Street, but had become somewhat strange. The street still existed, but it presented a distorted sense of familiarity, as if it were a projection of Backlund. The buildings, lights, and even the layout of the road were like some kind of reflection of reality, but with subtle differences, giving people a strange sense of alienation.
Grellint stopped, exhaled lightly, and looked around. His eyes swept over those familiar yet unfamiliar buildings, and he confirmed his judgment in his heart. He and Bernadette had successfully entered the world they were trying to uncover, a space that overlapped with the real world, but was completely different.
"We're coming in." Greylint said softly. Although his tone was calm, he was still nervous and expectant deep down.
Bernadette stood beside him, observing the surrounding environment calmly, as if every subtle change could not escape her eyes. She nodded and said calmly: "Yes, this world has some connection with the real world, but it is obviously different."
She glanced at the familiar and distorted buildings, pondered for a moment, and added: "Every detail here is like a projection of reality, but it is rewoven and shaped by some force."
Grellint nodded silently. Although they had entered this world, the real mystery had just begun. He could feel that this world was far more complicated and dangerous than they had imagined. The two looked at each other, and they both knew what they would face next.
Bernadette's sharp eyes seemed to catch the momentary doubt in Greylint's eyes. She frowned slightly and then whispered, "Let's leave here first. This may be a common entrance."
Her voice was calm and decisive, with a hint of alertness in her tone, and it was obvious that she also realized that this place was far more than it seemed. Although the space around her seemed to be stable, her intuition told her that this might just be the beginning, a portal leading to deeper depths.
Grellint nodded slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He understood that entering this world was only the first step, and the real core might be deeper. The peace here might just be a superficial illusion, and what they really needed to face had not yet appeared.
"Okay, let's leave here first." He responded in a low voice, with a hint of caution in his eyes. He clenched the bracelet in his hand, followed Bernadette's steps slowly and steadily, and prepared to move forward.
The two quickly adjusted their direction and walked deeper into the street. The fog gradually thinned, but the surrounding environment still had a strange feeling, as if all the buildings and streets were watching their actions and hiding some unrevealed secrets.
Bernadette walked ahead, her steps still steady, every step was cautious, as if she was ready to deal with any unexpected changes. She didn't say much, but her every move showed her high alertness to this strange world.
Greylint followed closely behind, looking around, becoming more and more certain that they had entered an extremely complex space.
The two turned two street corners and finally found a more secluded corner. The surrounding environment was slightly quieter and away from the twisted streets. Greylint leaned against a wall, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "This is completely different from the feeling I had when I came in before."
Bernadette stood beside him, looking around, her expression still calm. She did not rush to answer, but thought for a moment before saying calmly, "This is normal. My sequence is higher than yours, and when I enter a place like this, I need to trigger a stronger force, so I can't hide this change."
Her voice was calm, but there was an unshakable logic in her words. At this moment, she clearly realized that the way they entered this world was fundamentally different from what Grellint had experienced before. This was not just a passive entry, but a certain force calling them - or rather, it was pulled in through something in Grellint.
Bernadette paused, and turned her gaze from the surroundings to Greylint again. A trace of deep thought flashed in her eyes, and her tone became more serious: "You are the key to coming in."
Her words startled Greylint, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the bracelet in his hand, as if trying to find the answer from it.
Bernadette obviously noticed his action, and her eyes followed his gaze and fell on the quaint bracelet. She shook her head and added softly, "It's not the bracelet, it's you, maybe something that you haven't noticed yet is working."
Her tone was firm and calm, as if she had seen through some hidden power in Grellant in an instant. She knew that although the bracelet might have led them into this world to some extent, the more fundamental power came from Grellant himself. Perhaps it was a certain quality in him, a secret that had never been discovered, that became the key to connecting to this mysterious world.
"Perhaps, you haven't realized it yet." She looked directly at Greylint with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, as if she was trying to find the hidden clue from him.
Grellint stood there, with some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't speak them out. His eyes fell on Bernadette, and those calm and deep eyes seemed to be silently waiting for him to continue. He felt an inexplicable pressure, and his throat seemed to be blocked by some invisible force, making him hesitant.
Bernadette looked at Grallint's expression and seemed to sense the struggle in his heart. She was silent for a moment, then broke the oppressive silence by saying, "Without you, I can't get in even if I'm in this place."
Her words were gentle, but with a firm force, as if to give Greylint some kind of encouragement. Her eyes were deep and calm, and there was no doubt in her tone, but she firmly pointed out that his existence was the key to entering this world. It was not only because of the past he accidentally got involved in, but also because of himself, some hidden power, or some unknown quality, that allowed them to enter this mysterious space.
Bernadette's words made Grellint's heart beat slightly faster. He knew she was right, that he himself was the core part of this mystery, but the specific reason was still unclear. At this moment, he felt her trust, as if reminding him that this was not just the effect of the bracelet or external objects, but some deeper power was guiding them.
Grellint was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if he was digesting Bernadette's words. Her certainty made his guess clearer, but he was still not sure if he was really willing to face this answer - the secret that might be deeper about himself.
Finally, he nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Maybe... you are right. I... am indeed the key to getting in. But I don't know the specific reason."Chapter 127 ThoughtsTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2192 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-12 17:30:04
Bernadette's eyes stayed on Grallant for a moment, and she felt something inexplicable in her heart. She knew that Grallant was hiding a huge secret, and that secret was like a beacon in the darkness, just like her father.
It is this unknown power that makes him a kind of focus, attracting strange people and exposing him to things that ordinary people cannot understand.
Bernadette exhaled lightly, her eyes becoming more profound. She realized that Grellint was not just passively involved in these events, but had long been firmly locked by some force in this world, like a powerful magnet, gradually becoming a key link in this complex chess game.
"Like a strong magnet," Bernadette muttered in her heart, with a hint of awe and worry in her eyes. Her father was also like this, always being drawn into the vortex of this world. Whether he was willing or not, the torrent of fate always pushed them towards a certain center. Now, Gralinte seemed to be experiencing a similar fate.
Her contemplation caused the atmosphere to fall into a brief silence again. She knew that this was not a coincidence, but some deeper force was driving everything. Perhaps it was because of this force that she and Greylint met on this fateful road.
"The secret of you is not just a simple coincidence." Bernadette finally broke the silence, her tone revealing a hint of deep thought, "Just like my father, you are attracting those extraordinary beings and becoming the center of this world." Her words carried a warning, but more of a calm analysis, as if she had foreseen a certain direction of the future.
She returned her gaze to Greylint's face and continued, "Whether you notice it or not, this power is slowly taking shape. And what we will face next will be more than just the mystery at hand."
Grallint listened to Bernadette's words silently, and a complex emotion was stirred in his heart. Her analysis undoubtedly touched the unsolved questions deep in his heart. Why did he come to this world? He was full of confusion and anxiety about all this.
During his time in Backlund, Grellint read Roselle's diary countless times to get clues from it. He knew that Roselle's time travel seemed to be caused by a silver metal plate engraved with strange runes.
What about himself? He didn't have any runes or mysterious items. He was just an ordinary engineering worker who didn't believe in supernatural things. Logically, he should have nothing to do with these weird and incredible things.
"Why me?" He thought to himself, unable to understand why he appeared in this world. His life should have been ordinary and common, with nothing to do with extraordinary and miracles. But now, he stood in a completely strange world full of dangers and mysteries, fighting and cooperating with forces he had never imagined.
A fog shrouds his past and future.
Bernadette's words echoed in his ears. She mentioned that he was like a magnet, gradually becoming the center of the world. But he could never answer himself: what force brought him here? There were no mysterious omens or so-called mysterious objects in his life, so what exactly brought him into all this?
Grellint was filled with confusion and powerlessness, but he knew that he didn't have time to dwell on these questions. He took a deep breath, suppressed the confusion in his heart, and turned to look at Bernadette.
"Perhaps, I haven't found the answer yet," he said softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I don't know why I came to this world, and I don't even know what kind of power is hidden behind it."
He paused, raised his head, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes: "But now that I am here, I can only keep going and uncover the truth of everything."
Bernadette looked at him and didn't respond immediately, but just nodded slightly. She knew that Grallint was still searching for the meaning of his existence in this world, and it might take time to reveal all this.
"We can start by solving the mystery in front of us." Bernadette interrupted Greylint's thoughts with a firm tone, not dwelling on the unknown future. Her usual calm and decisive expression seemed to remind him: no matter what the future holds, the things in front of them are what they need to face most.
Grellint was slightly startled, then nodded. He knew Bernadette was right. Indulging in the confusion of the past and the future would only make them lose control of reality. No matter how he came to this world, no matter what mysterious force was behind it, the most important thing now was that they had to solve the current dilemma and find out the truth of this world.
"You are right." Greylint responded in a low voice, his eyes becoming more determined, "The mystery before us is something we can control now."
Bernadette glanced around and after thinking for a moment, she continued, "This is most likely just an entrance, and the real mystery is hidden deeper. The clues to solving it may be around, and we need to look for any details that may have been overlooked." Her voice was still calm, but her tone revealed her usual decisiveness and composure.
Grellint took a deep breath, adjusted himself slightly, suppressed the doubts and uneasiness in his heart, and focused on the task at hand. No matter how complicated the future was, he had to concentrate on unraveling the secrets of the world they lived in.
"Okay, let's start from here." He said in a deep voice, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.
Bernadette smiled slightly when she heard what Gralinte said, with a sly gleam in her eyes: "First, we need to change our appearance before going back. This will be safer and less likely to arouse suspicion."
Her tone was calm but resolute, and it was obvious that this was already part of her careful plan. Although they had entered this mysterious world, they had to act cautiously in order not to expose their identities or cause other potential threats. Changing their appearance was obviously the most direct and effective way.
"I will use a simple illusion to make us look like different people." Bernadette waved her hand gently, and a faint light appeared in her hand. The light spread like water waves, instantly enveloping her and Greylint.
As the aura gradually faded, Grellint looked down and was surprised to find that his appearance had changed subtly. Although he could still feel his real existence, on the surface, his facial features and body shape were completely different from before, like a strange face.
Bernadette's appearance also changed. Her face was no longer cold and noble, but an ordinary passerby's face, inconspicuous.
"This should help us avoid some attention for a while." Bernadette said with a hint of calm confidence. She knew that although the illusion could not deal with all threats, it was enough for them to disguise and walk in this world and avoid too much trouble.
Greylint looked at himself and nodded, feeling somewhat relieved: "This is indeed much safer. Now we can continue."Chapter 128 ConfirmationTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2314 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-13 17:30:07
The two returned to the place where they first entered, which seemed to be the entrance to this mysterious world. Grellint stood there, carefully observing everything around him. His eyes scanned the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, trying to find any possible clues.
Closing his eyes and concentrating his mind, he began to sense the changes around him with his spirit, hoping to capture the subtle distortion and spatial fluctuations he had felt before.
But to his disappointment, no matter how hard he tried to sense, everything around him remained the same, as if nothing had happened. There were no abnormal spiritual fluctuations, no distorted space, only hazy fog and the quietness of the streets.
Grellint opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Bernadette, trying to find the answer from her eyes.
And when he saw her expression, his guess was confirmed in his heart - Bernadette's eyes revealed the same helplessness and confusion as his.
There was no word between the two, but through the exchange of glances, they understood each other's thoughts. Bernadette also failed to find anything unusual. The place in front of her seemed to have lost its mysterious power, as if the entry was just an accidental event.
Bernadette shook her head slightly, a trace of deep thought flashed in her eyes. She walked to the side of Greylint, her eyes calm and firm, as if to remind him that although there were no clues in front of him, it did not mean that the mystery had disappeared.
"It seems that the passage in this place is one-way." She said softly, her tone calm but revealing a hint of hidden caution, "We need to find other breakthroughs, perhaps there are other hidden passages."
Graylint nodded. Although the clues in front of them were temporarily interrupted, he understood that Bernadette was right. This world was by no means simple. They were just searching in the fog and had not yet touched the core.
Just as Bernadette finished speaking, a fragment of memory suddenly flashed through Grellint's mind, as if a forgotten door had opened. He recalled the scene of his first accidental departure from this mysterious world, and that place was not far from here, like a hidden exit.
He spoke in a low voice, breaking the brief silence: "The place I went out before, I remember it should be around here. Maybe we can go take a look."
Bernadette's eyes immediately fell on him, with a hint of doubt and expectation in her eyes. She knew that Gralint's spiritual perception was very sharp, and now, this clue might be the key for them to find the next breakthrough.
"Lead the way." Bernadette responded simply, with a hint of calm determination in her tone. She knew that any clue could not be ignored, especially in this unknown area.
Grallint nodded slightly, then turned around and walked with Bernadette in the direction of the memory. The street seemed quiet and dark under the cover of fog, and the surrounding buildings still exuded a strange sense of familiarity, but in this silent atmosphere, their footsteps seemed particularly clear.
As they gradually approached the place in his memory, Grellint's heartbeat slightly quickened. Although he had a vague idea of the road, some kind of spiritual intuition was guiding him forward.
"It's here." He stopped and whispered.
Bernadette stood at the end of the street, her eyes as calm as water as she scanned the surroundings, without any ripples in her eyes. She took a deep breath, feeling the air flow, spiritual fluctuations, and subtle changes in the environment. However, just like her feeling at the entrance, this place was still quiet and ordinary, as if it was just an ordinary corner of the street.
After a while, she shook her head slightly and said calmly, "Just like the entrance, I can't detect any special circumstances at all."
Grellint was not too surprised. He knew that this place was once his exit, but it seemed to be hidden very deeply, just like before, and could not be triggered easily. He scratched his head helplessly, his eyes swept across the buildings and streets in front of him.
"Does it require some special conditions?" Greylint muttered to himself, with a hint of confusion and anxiety in his tone.
Bernadette pondered for a moment, her eyes returned to Greylint, and she said slowly, "Perhaps this is not a fixed way out, but depends on some spiritual opportunity. For example, your state, or some factors that you are not aware of."
Her words made Grellint think more deeply. The two experiences of entering this world did not seem to follow a fixed pattern, and this uncertainty made it difficult for him to grasp. But he realized that Bernadette might have hit the nail on the head.
"Then, we have to figure out what this opportunity is," Bernadette continued, her eyes becoming more determined. "It may be you, or it may be something we don't understand, but we must find the answer."
Graylint nodded, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The puzzle before him seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, but he knew that they had no way out.
Bernadette stared at Grallint, frowned and thought for a moment, then raised her eyes to meet his.
"You're right. The key may be you," she said softly, with certainty in her tone, "you have some special connection with this place."
Graylin nodded, and gradually realized that Bernadette's speculation was most likely correct. He felt the air around him, as if he had some kind of indescribable bond with this space. He closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and tried to grasp that subtle connection.
As he focused, the space around him twisted subtly, as if responding to his presence. Greylint realized that the entrance and changes in this space were all related to him.
"It seems that the medium here is indeed me." He said in a deep voice, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.
Bernadette nodded with a thoughtful look on her face: "We must start with you and explore the connection between you and this world. Perhaps this is the key to uncovering everything."
The two looked at each other and understood each other tacitly - the next action might open a new door for them.
The two quietly left their original place and walked along the winding street, under the cover of fog, to a hidden alley. The deep alley was dark and damp, and the old walls around seemed to silently guard this quiet place. Gralinte and Bernadette looked at each other, and after confirming that no one was following them, Bernadette slowed down.
She stood in front of Greylint, raised her hands, and concentrated on exerting her abilities. Invisible power flowed in the air, and her eyes became focused and deep, as if she could see through Greylint's body and directly see his spirituality and extraordinary state.
"Let me see if I can find anything unusual," Bernadette whispered.
As her power flowed, Grallint felt a gentle power hovering around his body, but there was no sense of invasion. After the inspection, Bernadette withdrew her hand, frowned slightly, and said softly:
"There's nothing particularly abnormal about your body... Apart from the characteristics of a 'reader', I can't sense anything else."
Greylint looked up at her, feeling relieved but also more confused. "It's like... I'm just a normal Beyonder, but I clearly feel that there is some connection between me and this world." He muttered to himself, still puzzled by his own uniqueness.
"Perhaps it is this invisible connection that makes you the key to entering and exiting these mysterious spaces." After thinking for a moment, Bernadette said firmly, "We need to continue exploring, and perhaps clues will gradually emerge."Chapter 129 FacingTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2278 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-14 22:58:34
Looking at Grellant in front of her, Bernadette paused, a trace of helplessness appeared in her eyes, as if she realized that the current situation lacked clear clues. She sighed softly, her eyes fell on the bracelet in Grellant's hand, and slowly said: "Perhaps, we can start with the bracelet."
She continued to analyze, her eyes calm, "Your own Beyonder ability, the characteristics of the 'Reader' sequence, may be hiding something, and these things are not easy for us to detect. Perhaps, it is the real key."
Grellint looked down at the bracelet in his hand, frowning slightly. To him, the bracelet seemed to bring more mysteries than answers. He raised his head and asked softly, "Do you think there is anything special about this bracelet, or is it just a guide?"
Bernadette pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Perhaps it may not have any special power itself, but it has created some kind of resonance with this world. The abilities and items of Beyonders are often like this. The items themselves cannot solve the problem. They are more like keys."
Greylint nodded thoughtfully. "Then perhaps we should dig deeper into this resonance and see if it can guide us in the future."
Greylint raised his head and asked softly, "Can you feel the abnormality of this bracelet?"
Bernadette concentrated for a moment, reached out to take the bracelet, and gently brushed her fingers across its surface. She closed her eyes and let her spirituality spread, trying to capture any information or anomalies hidden in the bracelet. After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and frowned slightly.
"The bracelet itself doesn't have a very strong spiritual fluctuation, and it's not much different from an ordinary extraordinary item." Bernadette said calmly, "But there seems to be a trace of the power it once activated. However, this trace is very weak, and I can't determine its source."
Bernadette paused and added, "Perhaps its true power comes from some external factor, not the bracelet itself."
Greylint nodded slightly and continued, "It should be related to the corresponding position. The bracelet is just a medium, and certain external environments or conditions are the key to triggering its effect."
Bernadette's eyes grew deep as she continued, "In other words, if we can find that trigger point, the bracelet might be able to re-display its power, or...reveal the truth behind it."
The two looked at each other and understood tacitly that this meant that the next action must be more precise. They needed to find the location or clue that resonated with the bracelet.
"The only place I can confirm that the bracelet was triggered is in the West District, around noon." Grallint said thoughtfully. He carefully recalled his recent experience. The last time the bracelet was triggered was in the East District. At that time, the situation was critical and he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding environment. He could not remember the exact location at all. Before that, he successfully triggered the bracelet when he rescued Miss Julie in the West District. The scene of that time was still clear.
After listening to this, Bernadette nodded thoughtfully: "Perhaps, we can start from the location in the West District and see if there are other conditions that can activate the bracelet again. Time, location, and even your emotions and state at the time may be key factors."
"That place in the West District...could it be hiding some secrets that we haven't discovered yet?" Greylint whispered to himself.
"It's very likely," Bernadette said seriously, frowning slightly, as if pondering some unfathomable mystery. "This world... I don't even know how it was formed. Its existence is completely different from the reality we know. It's like some forgotten corner, or a realm woven by a specific force."
Her eyes were calm, yet they revealed some complex emotions. As a senior Beyonder, Bernadette had seen many bizarre things, but the mystery before her still confused her.
Greylint looked at Bernadette and had a similar question in his mind: "If we can't even explain how this world was formed, then the enemies and forces we face may be far beyond our imagination."
Bernadette nodded and continued, "In any case, let's go to the West District first. Maybe there will be some clues there. There must be a bigger secret hidden behind this world."
"After all, it's a ritual to deal with Sequence 1." Bernadette's tone was low and solemn, as if these few words carried infinite weight.
Grellint's heart sank suddenly, realizing that the danger he was in was far more complicated than he had imagined.
"Yes, this world was created to fight against the ritual of Sequence 1…" Greylint muttered to himself, feeling a sudden heaviness in his heart.
He had known all this for a long time. From his conversation with Bernadette, he clearly understood the secret behind this world: this space existed to resist the ritual of Sequence 1-Doomsday. But he had been avoiding it and was unwilling to face this terrible reality. People always subconsciously avoid things they don't want to look at, and he was no exception.
Sequence 1, that is the highest level of Beyonders leading to the pinnacle, representing the ultimate power beyond the comprehension of mortals. He has heard a lot of rumors about the dangers and threats of this level - the power to destroy the world, the ritual that controls the fate of the world. Now, as a part of this world, he knows that he has been involved in a vortex that is far beyond his imagination.
He looked at Bernadette, her expression was still calm and determined. It was obvious that she had never avoided this question, and even to some extent, she was ready to face it all. Perhaps from the beginning, she knew what their goal was.
Grellint was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I know all this... I've known it since the beginning. But sometimes people subconsciously avoid things they don't want to face."
Bernadette nodded slightly, not criticizing his evasion, and her tone remained calm: "Escape cannot change the facts. The problem is still there, and we need to face it eventually. This ritual against Sequence 1 is not something you or I can easily avoid. Since we are already in it, we must find out the truth behind it."
Greylint took a deep breath and said slowly, "I understand. This is not a simple investigation. We have long been involved in a deeper conspiracy."
"Let's go to the West District." Bernadette said softly, her tone firm and calm. She did not let Greylint's mind continue to linger on the dangers of Sequence 1.
Bernadette knows better than anyone the relationship between the truth about this world and her father's death. After years of investigation, she already knows what she is facing. What is her father looking for? She already has the answers to these questions in her heart. She was once confused and wanted to give up. After a long period of loneliness and struggle, she chose to face it all.
She knew that Grellint was different from her. He did not choose to step into this vortex, but was forced into this complicated and dangerous situation by an unknown force. He had no power to choose, no way to escape, and no way to give up. Bernadette saw it clearly, and because of this, she did not explain too much, but just took him forward.
They set out on the road to the West District, and the chill in the air gradually thickened. Grallint followed Bernadette silently, still feeling the pressure in his heart, but he knew that he had to continue now.Chapter 130 ConfrontationTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2356 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-15 17:30:03
Grelinte and Bernadette were walking through the unfamiliar streets, with the red moon hanging in the night sky as usual, casting a faint but strange light. This red moon stained everything with a faint blood color, and the streets looked gloomy and mysterious under the red moon, and the blurred outlines seemed to hide unspeakable secrets.
Although the red moon has long been a common sight in this world, in such a quiet night, it still makes people feel a certain inexplicable sense of oppression. Grellint looked up at the red moon. Although it has always existed in this world, at this moment in this silent environment, it seems to make him feel more unknown and uneasy.
Bernadette followed him, looking at the surrounding buildings from time to time. Under the light of the red moon, the outlines of these buildings looked particularly strange and blurry, as if more hidden things could extend from the shadows at any time.
"We're almost there," Greylint whispered, his steps brisk and cautious.
Bernadette nodded slightly. Although she was used to the red moon, the strange atmosphere around her made her stay alert. Her spirit suddenly caught a strange fluctuation, and the hidden sense of oppression could not be ignored.
"Something's going on." She whispered.
She quickly reached out and grabbed Greylint's wrist, her movements decisive and alert, and then quickly retreated, her eyes solemn, staring straight ahead. The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and the threat hidden in the darkness slowly emerged.
"This world cannot enter the spirit world." Bernadette's voice was low, but with a hint of unshakable calmness. The abnormality she sensed came from the barrier of space - she could not feel the fluctuations of the spirit world, nor could she enter it through spirituality. This meant that she might not be able to escape danger through the spirit world as usual.
"It seems that we have to face it ourselves." Bernadette's eyes became sharp. She realized that the situation was far more difficult than she had imagined and could not be easily avoided or escaped.
Grellint's heart tightened. He knew that as a high-level sequencer, Bernadette's spiritual perception was extremely sharp, which meant that the enemy or event they were about to face was far more dangerous than ordinary ones. This situation indicated that an unavoidable battle was approaching.
The air around them became more oppressive, and the light of the red moon seemed to become heavier, as if the entire space was shrouded by some kind of power, suppressing all spiritual fluctuations. Bernadette had stopped, her eyes calm and firm - she was ready to deal with the upcoming confrontation.
In the distance, a slight sigh was heard, like a ghost in the night wind, floating on the street covered by the red moon. Greylint's body trembled slightly. The voice was so familiar that it struck the deepest memory in his heart - or rather, the memory of the original owner was deeply imprinted in his soul.
Drinker Augustus.
The royal family, the symbol of the Augustus family, the Grand Duke of the kingdom, and the organizer of the inheritance ceremony of the original owner of Greylint.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. A heavy sense of oppression came over him, accompanied by Drinker Augustus's slight sigh, as if the fate of the entire world was being dragged down by that sound. Grallint froze in place, feeling an indescribable sense of heaviness.
"The enemy is very strong." Bernadette's calm voice came, her tone was low, but full of vigilance and oppression, as if she already knew the strength they were facing. Bernadette's eyes were solemn, but she remained calm, she was ready to fight.
However, Grellint did not react. He knew that the other party was Drinker Augustus, the symbol of the power and authority of the royal family. No matter what happened next, his fate was already determined. No matter what the outcome was, he would no longer be able to survive in this kingdom. Facing the royal family, he had no choice to escape - not only because of the gap in power, but also because of the fate that he could not escape.
"This may be the last battle." Greylint thought to himself. He had thought about solving the mystery and trying to find the truth, but he never thought that he would really face this huge force in person.
Bernadette seemed to sense the inner struggle of Gralinte, but she said nothing, just staring ahead with a determined look. For her, facing the royal family was just another inevitable battle. No matter what the outcome, she was ready to face everything.
The red moon in the distance grew brighter, and the shadows on the streets seemed to whisper, hiding unspeakable dangers.
A figure slowly walked out of the shadows ahead. It was a slightly arrogant old man, with silver hair mixed in with his black hair, a clean face, and no beard. His steps were unhurried, as if he knew everything around him, with an unshakable majesty and momentum.
Grellint's heart suddenly jumped, and his eyes instantly became sharp. Even in this weak red moonlight, he could clearly recognize the identity of the person in front of him - Drinker Augustus, the Grand Duke of the Kingdom, the man who had hosted his succession ceremony.
He did not show any surprise, as if everything was expected.
"Grelint," the old man's voice was full of majesty and indifference, as if it came from the depths of time, "I didn't expect to meet you again in such a scene." He raised his head slightly, with a hint of cold irony in his eyes, "Unconsciously, you have already walked to the opposite side of the empire."
As the words fell, the tension in the air grew stronger. At that moment, Grallint seemed to feel an invisible mountain pressing down on his shoulders - Drinker Augustus' words were full of authority and judgment, as if the scales of fate had tilted towards him.
Grellint did not respond, but stared at him coldly. Once upon a time, he had stood beside the Grand Duke, representing the glory of the royal family, but now, everything has completely changed. Standing on the opposite side means that he has no way to retreat.
Bernadette stood quietly aside, her expression calm, her eyes never moving away from the enemy in front of her. She was never afraid of such an opponent, whether it was the royal family or Drinker Augustus, in her eyes, it was just another obstacle.
Drinker Augustus's gaze slowly moved from Greylint to Bernadette who was standing beside him, with a hint of scrutiny and coldness in his eyes.
"And Bernadette, the mysterious queen." His voice still carried that arrogance and indifference, as if he was not surprised or awed by this famous person. His tone was calm and cold, but there was a hidden edge inside.
Bernadette was not moved by this. She raised her eyes slightly and met Drinker's gaze calmly and indifferently. As a mysterious queen, she was already accustomed to facing scrutiny and hostility from all sides. In her eyes, the Grand Duke of the Royal Family was just a powerful opponent, far from enough to shake her.
"It seems that you are not surprised either." Bernadette responded softly, with a hint of imperceptible coldness in her voice. Her fingers moved slightly, and her spirituality flowed through her body, ready to respond to any subsequent actions at any time.
Drinker Augustus looked at her, his mouth corners slightly raised with a hint of sneer: "Accident? Perhaps." He paused, a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, "I didn't expect that you would end up with a minor noble. It is indeed a bit unexpected... but it doesn't matter. In any case, the result of today is already determined."
There seemed to be an invisible pressure slowly gathering in the air. With every word Drinker spoke, the atmosphere around him became more and more tense. The light of the red moon seemed to grow stronger, illuminating the night that was destined to be torn apart by war.