Mystic Dominator - Chapter 7 Journal

Actually more than just candles.

After looking around the room for a week, Yang Siming found the door that he had opened, the house he had rummaged through, and even the clothes he had changed.

Everything, everything, has changed back to the state that has never been passive.

It was as if all the previous experiences were his own hallucinations!

"..."

"You shouldn't have to change all your clothes for me."

The initial shock soon subsided.

Touching the pajamas on his body, Yang Siming figured it out.

The trials he experienced before should be some kind of illusion based on reality.

This can be seen from his own state.

Suppose someone moves when he loses his ability to perceive the outside world, then there is no need to change all his clothes back. The real explanation is that he has fallen into the qualification test of the Iskel clay slate, the "God Hammer of Rain and Mist".

When you meet certain conditions.

It is very likely that after seeing the fact of the origin of the gods.

The end of the trial—

In reality, he regained consciousness, and at the same time obtained this 'artifact' from the Sumerian period.

And everything around, naturally dissipated with the end of the illusion.

This is the real world.

The most conspicuous evidence to support this idea.

It's the window not far ahead.

Unlike the raindrops that were blocked by the invisible force in the illusion, the window in front of him was blurred with water stains at this moment. Just as Yang Siming looked up and watched for a short time, messy rainwater often slapped on the glass. .

Look, isn't this much normal?

"Call—"

"The Diary of Sir Ronald Adler."

After a long sigh of relief, Yang Siming relaxed and put his back on the back of the chair, and then read out the cover of the notes on the desk.

The notebook in the fantasy world is transformed into "The Hammer of Rain and Mist", but the notebook in reality will not disappear out of thin air.

Yang Siming didn't even need to move, he understood the text on the cover of the note at a glance.

Even right below the name of the note, there is a string of [any pariah who dares to peep, his soul will be scorched by endless flames], which is obviously a warning word used to intimidate others not to peep at this diary...

"It's quite historical."

Yang Siming couldn't help but complain, this kind of warning is really full of grooves, it's just as speechless as the dead pharaoh's curse on the tomb robber.

But considering the general education level of the old times, and the fantasy nature of the encounters now...

Perhaps, this warning full of déjà vu can come in handy?

Of course, the most important thing is this—

Yang Siming no longer needs to rack his brains to decipher its content.

Just like he had just learned cuneiform without a teacher, the script from another world that he had never seen on his notebook was also read instinctively by him.

"If there is no problem in communication, then the difficulty of surviving can be reduced a lot."

"Not to mention that this happens to be a diary."

Don't hesitate anymore.

Riding the flickering candlelight, he began to read carefully—

With the deepening of the reading content, the corners of Yang Siming's mouth that had been tensed gradually relaxed.

The words recorded in the diary are mostly daily trivial matters or self-summaries. Occasionally, I can see a few excerpts from current affairs news or famous sayings.

The handwriting full of life breath is almost all related to the world and his new identity.

For him now, this is definitely the best way to disguise his identity and integrate into the world.

As time passed, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier.

In the middle of the night, Yang Siming read it carefully by candlelight, and memorized the notebook called "The Diary of Ronald Adler".

Just like the name of the note, its owner is a country noble named Ronald Adler, who is currently nominally loyal to Queen Daantrian II of Gred...

However, according to the knowledge of the owner of the diary, in the time before, even before the establishment of this country.

The Adler family has lived in the town on the edge of the great forest called Nusila for generations. This is a residence that has been passed down from generation to generation. Even one of the family's ancestors' motto is to firmly guard this property and not let the family name fall. ......

"Queen Grid? Daantrian II? The Great Forest of Newhilla..."

The appearance of several nouns basically helped Yang Siming rule out the possibility of encountering ancient times on Earth.

Guaranteed by the memory of a knowledge worker, this is not a country or place name that can be associated with the earth.

As for the more important interpersonal relationships—

In Ronald's family, his parents died young, and he has no distant relatives. And because of the downfall of the family, even if they live in this kind of "mansion" with a large area, there are only two maids, the old and the new, named Marianne and Villanica, who take care of their lives...

"Villanica?"

Yang Siming was a little concerned about this name.

Although the fantasy test I experienced just now evolved according to the environment I was in, considering that the fantasy and reality are completely in line with the situation, then this Villanica maid...

Is it really that beautiful?

"Forget it, don't think about this for now."

Suppressing his biological instinct, Yang Siming chose not to think about this guy's situation.

A girl who is so beautiful works as a maid in a poor noble family. Although her behavior is extremely suspicious, it is not the most important thing to understand now.

Keep reading, it is more important to memorize these precious contents.

Read on to continue—

But after that, there are very few things worth noting.

There are only two things that can attract Yang Siming, or the current 'Ronald Adler'.

First, I learned from the traveling merchants passing by that this country called Grid is in the midst of great changes. In almost all large cities and border towns, large ships and trains powered by steam have been frequently used in various in every way.

Even in the capital where the Queen lives - Springs.

Recently, a novelty called street lamp has been built on the side of the road to provide lighting for the queen in the dark, allowing the great monarch to appreciate his own great city.

"Steam engines have been used on a large scale, and even some electrical equipment has been developed and used..."

Seeing this, Yang Siming glanced at the desk thoughtfully. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Right in front of you, the hard-burning candle tells the reality of the country.

——The nobles in the countryside are still using old handmade candles, while the 'people' in the capital all use electric lights!

Whether on Earth or in another world, this basic contradiction caused by the sharp increase in productivity cannot be escaped.

Look again at the date written in this diary.

Although the time span is only a few months, considering the speed at which the traveling merchants who drove the primitive carriages to carry out business activities passed the news, this is probably quite outdated news.

After entering the industrial age, the development speed of civilization is definitely one of the most difficult things to estimate. A lazy country that is completely unimaginative, and a country with an unreasonable development speed and a miracle country, all exist in reality.

Suppose you go to the capital of this country now, God knows what kind of city you will see...

"I thought it was a medieval fantasy story, but what is it now?"

"A legendary adventure in the era of the Industrial Revolution?"

Shaking his head quite speechlessly, Yang Siming turned his attention to the latest content of the note.

Here, too, is where the ink is smudged.

—That is, the end of the content of this notebook.

Recently, Ronald felt that there was something inexplicable in the mansion, and often peeped at him in the dark. He had an instinctive desire to escape, but he was reluctant to live his current life...

Clap!

He clapped his hands blankly, Yang Siming put down the notebook he had read, and slumped back on the chair.

"Hey..."

"It really was premeditated!"

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