Chapter 147 Find a God to Take Online Classes

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【The Mirror of Man in the Mirror's Birth】 is a round mirror that appears pale gold in low light.

The decorations around the mirror are of very ordinary bronze texture, which also shimmers with a mild pale golden light in the dim light, which looks like a vanity mirror placed on the table by ordinary people.

If anything, it's extra, even a little extra "new". There is absolutely no wear and no signs of aging, just like it has returned to its original appearance.

But obviously... at the beginning of its birth, it definitely wouldn't have that pale golden brilliance.

Because when this spell is used, everyone who looks in the mirror will lose a certain lifespan.

So Annan expelled everyone in the room before the ceremony.

But Annan thought about it, he didn't seem to know Yinjue's real name... After all, Annan's biggest source of mysterious knowledge is when he went shopping with Zhiji in King Noah's capital. s things.

And in Noah, it is impossible to buy relevant books that record the secrets of Silver Sir.

That was too taboo.

He still remembered his grandmother's real name.

But inexplicably... Annan didn't want to tell his parents that he wanted to find a tragic writer.

Then there is only one answer -

"Bode, are you there?"

"—Long time no see, Skycar."

A clear young voice sounded in front of Annan: "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

The unsightly rays of light are continuously emitted from the mirror.

Annan couldn't see Mr. Yao's face at all.

But that didn't matter - he'd seen it before anyway.

Mr. Yao's face and clothes remained in his memory.

"I want to ask, what is the real name of the tragic writer?"

"That werewolf?"

Mr. Yao's voice became a little wary: "What are you asking him for... He is not a kind person."

"I just purified a nightmare and got a lot of his holy light imprints. But I can't exchange magic from him, so I want to make a deal with him."

Annan said truthfully.

If it was to face an old grandmother, he would not dare to tell the truth at all; even to Sir Silver, Annan would only choose to tell the truth - roughly like facing a strict grandmother, and would take himself out to play, but occasionally I felt the same way when my uncle, who was also very strict, felt.

But when it comes to Mr. Yao, Annan has no pressure at all.

If I had to say it... like a childhood sweetheart's brother next door.

Sure enough, in the face of Annan's statement, Mr. Yao did not continue to ask nervously. He just gave the answer: "The name he used after he entered the Thousand-faced Pagoda until he ascended to become a god, that is, the name known to outsiders, was called 'Sophocles'; and he was the wolf in the valley. At that time, his real name was 'Dionysus'. His own original name was 'Melanpos', which no one knew except his parents.

"If your purpose is to seek help...then the safest choice is Dionysus. 'Wolf of the Valley' is a werewolf with a very good character, except for a bit of madness and wildness; but if you are Want to get some craftsmanship from him...then you'd better call 'Merambas'.

"'Sophocles' has a very bad character, far worse than the rotman and skeleton man you have come into contact with before. I don't recommend you have any form of communication with him."

Mr. Yao's explanation is very detailed.

After confirming that Annan wanted to do this, he did not stop a word. Just try to lay out the problems and solutions that Annan will encounter as much as possible.

It can be said to be a real good bear brother.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Yao."

"No thanks, Skycar. My brother."

Mr. Yao's tone was warm and bright like the sun: "If you encounter any trouble, or have any troubles, even if you are in a bad mood or feel unwell, you can call my name.

If it were you, I would always have time.

"Even not in front of this mirror...as long as the sun shines on you, I will always be with you."

After Mr. Yao finished speaking.

The bright and warm alien power was drawn from the mirror in front of Annan's eyes.

Only the remaining afterglow illuminated the entire room.

Annan had already sealed the doors and windows, and only used candles to illuminate them.

But now the room is as bright as day.

The light is even like a liquid, flowing out from the gap between the window and the door.

They will naturally flow in the room, flowing in or out from every crack in Annan's body. When he blinks, he even squeezes liquid light from the gap between the eyeball and the eyelid.

But Annan didn't feel the slightest abnormality - he only felt the warm light hugging him. He didn't feel the light was harsh, nor did he feel a burning sensation on his skin.

Because light will not hurt Annan.

When these rays of light and the room were rushing around, Annan also showed a prompt in front of his eyes:

[You got a new token "Advanced Influence: Flowing Light"]

[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare (difficulty: twisted) with the keyword "light" on August 8th. 】

Annan knew that "Flowing Light" was the upper-level influence of [Low-Order Influence: Light of Ecstasy].

If ordinary people use rituals related to Mr. Yao, they usually get this influence.

There will be light in their brains.

You need to lie on the ground for a while in a dark environment. To let the light in the brain and eyes flow out.

Otherwise, they will feel inexplicable ecstasy all the time, and may even disrupt normal thinking.

When they open their eyes, all the light sources they see will be several times brighter; even if they close their eyes tightly, it will not be pitch black, but will always see a violent light. It's like a leech-like "light" sucked on the eyeball.

It is a gift and a punishment.

Although the power of light is not as fiery as fire, it is not as ruthless as frost. It looks very harmless... as warm as Mr. Yao.

But if you want to use "light", you must have the awareness to accept the light.

Those who need to close their eyes to resist the light cannot manipulate the power of light like an arm.

Annan is clearly not among them.

"I got the name..."

He didn't think too much, and he didn't hesitate.

Directly facing the mirror and calling out that name:

"Merambas... can you hear it?"

"You're finally willing to call me. I've been waiting for this day."

A very magnetic, low and pleasant voice came from the mirror: "Annan. Annan of Winter's house... We first met a few years ago, right?"

The next moment, the mirror in front of Annan reflected the appearance of a middle-aged man.

Completely inconsistent with the rumored image of a "drunk middle-aged werewolf in a purple robe with a decadent and sloppy face"—

In front of Annan was a middle-aged man with neatly combed back hair and a reserved and happy smile on his face.

His clothes and face are very clean, his nose is high and his eyes are deep like an abyss... He wears clothes similar to a black trench coat or a black suit, which brings out his very muscular body.

Holding a deck of cards makes you look like a gambler, and holding a cat looks like a godfather.

But no matter what, he is undoubtedly a very masculine man.

- Mapo's voice is okay, absolutely.

The first thing that popped into Annan's mind was such a thought.

But Annan did not wait for a response.

As if smelling something, the tragic writer twitched his nose lightly.

That gesture was too elegant, as affectionate as sniffing a rose.

"Such a strong, bright smell... It turns out that Mr. Yao gave you the name 'I'."

The tragic writer smiled: "I have to thank him very well.

"Then, lovely Annan. You specifically called me out... is there something wrong?"