Chapter 218 I Always Say What I Say

……Man in the Mirror?

Annan felt that his mind was still a little muddled, as if he had slept for too long.

He shook his head slightly, walked over and asked Sir Silver in a low voice, "I remember... there is another god named 'Dragon in the Mirror'. But I don't know his vocation."

"You read it from Gryanznoha's book."

Sir Silver chuckled and turned around to directly debunk Annan's more euphemistic words.

"……yes."

Annan nodded.

Hearing this, he was a little puzzled.

Why is it possible to directly identify the source of information just by mentioning this name?

"Dragon in the Mirror is a less commonly used alias because it can mislead people... He has no authority over the mirror and is not exactly a dragon. It's like an old grandmother who is occasionally called a 'cold-blooded lady'; And some people would call me a 'businessman in white'."

Sir Silver explained.

Only the name that the gods gave themselves in the ascension ceremony could become their real code name, and calling this name would be heard near them. But even if the name "Cold-blooded Lady" is called in the Duchy of Winter, the old grandmother will not hear it... Because it is not the name the old grandmother gave herself at all, but a nickname.

Also known as an alias.

This is a taboo method used when "I don't want to be discovered".

"As for Grynznuha's use of this name as a proxy, the reason is also very simple, because the Skeleton Justice is being hunted down by Jaon. The god that 'Dragon in the Mirror' is actually a metaphor for is the god of painting and falsehood, Zhiji. ', the subordinate god of Jaon.

"But I don't think you know... He's actually a painting, a painting with life."

"a painting?"

Annan was a little surprised.

He had indeed heard the name Zhiji... When he first knew Amos, he had checked similar information. She is a kind and silent goddess.

She was the patron and idol of many poor painters.

If their paintings really don't sell,

It can be sacrificed to Zhiji through rituals. Zhi Ji will give them some silver coins according to the effort they spent in painting, not the value of the painting itself, so that they will not starve to death... But the reason why Annan remembers the name is that these silver coins are not paper What Ji conjured with her divine power was not something she asked for from Silver Jue... but she earned it herself.

Yes, she herself is a legendary painter, walking in various countries and on the streets.

"Yes, it's Zhi Ji."

Sir Silver nodded.

"But I think, you may not know... The paper princess was the earliest painting by Yaon, and it was almost the best work of Yaon.

"The content of the painting is a silver-white dragon, which can be said to be lifelike. Under the divine power of Yaon, it can even move, roar, and dance in the painting... Its power can even affect the world."

Having said that, Sir Silver gave Annan a subtle look.

He then continued: "Later, the painting was acquired by a real dragon.

"Unfortunately, he fell in love with the dragon in the painting. Obsessed even...

"He completely gave up everything he got in reality, just to spend more time with it. For hundreds of years, he only chatted with it, got in close contact with it, and watched it flying on the top of the snowy mountain obsessively.

"But it's just a painting after all... It has no mind or soul, it just responds to others according to Javon's pre-set.

"—In the end, the dragon got the title page of the book of truth, and that book was called "False and True".

"But he was deeply stimulated by the power that the book gave him, and almost became angry. Because the 'truth' in "False and True" told him clearly that the dragon in the painting could not be real. But using his own truth, he can turn it into a 'more real delusion', so real that it is almost indistinguishable.

"The dragon rejected this seemingly beautiful offer.

"He would rather believe that the dragon is completely real, and would rather believe that there is a dragon's soul sealed in the painting. He feared, even disgusted, the truth he got, and finally made a decision - he decided to give up his own truth.

"Or to put it more accurately, he forcibly proved... that there is indeed a dragon's soul in that painting.

"He used his knowledge and financial resources to construct a complete sublimation ceremony and ignited his soul... But at the center of the ceremony, it was not himself - but the painting."

The dragon traded his soul, truth and everything for a chance to force the false into the real.

"So, Zhi Ji became a god?"

Annan blinked.

……what is this?

Another world version of paper sex?

However, considering that the painting can move, speak, and even chat with people like artificial intelligence... It seems, it's not, it's completely incomprehensible... right?

Sir Silver obviously did not know the subtle emotions in Annan's heart.

Annan asked, "So, did he succeed?"

"He should be considered a success. Although the original God of Falsehood and Truth has lost his soul, the painting does possess wisdom and a real soul."

Sir Silver just smiled gently: "Just like what he once imagined, it is a cold, elegant and kind little female dragon. That is the current paper princess, the god of painting and delusion..."

It's just that he can't see it himself.

Sir Silver did not utter the words. Annan also understood what he meant.

Hearing Sir Silver's statement, Annan suddenly recalled the paint given to Amos by Lord Skeleton.

There seems to be some similarities between the two...but some differences.

In this way, "Dragon in the Mirror" is indeed an almost abusive nickname for Zhi Ji. It is also a precise metaphor for where He is.

"Why are you talking so much to me?"

Annan was keenly aware of something.

Yin Jue nodded slowly.

"Paper Ji lives in Noah's capital now," he exhorted Annan, "he wants to see you."

"see me?"

Annan was a little surprised.

Why?

I don't know you either...

"...Because that painting is actually a portrait painted by Javon for the old grandmother."

Yin Jue raised his brows, not too embarrassed, but just said with a smile: "However, you can understand the temper of the old grandmother. He doesn't want to see Zhi Ji... nor does he think that Zhi Ji has anything to do with him.

"Don't ask more, you'll know when you get there. You should just satisfy Zhiji's homesickness, Annan. It's good for you to get to know other gods more. And Zhiji protects you, You will be safer in the capital, and it will be easier to move around.”

Safety? Is there anything safer in Noah's kingdom than the asylum of the Silver Sir?

And this is Zhi Ji wanting to see me...or do you want me to see Zhi Ji?

Annan gradually pondered something from these words.

No, why do you want Zhi Ji to protect me?

Yin Jue is... not going to come forward?

"Do you want me to see Zhi Ji...or do you want me to go to the capital?"

Annan blinked, realizing the overtones of Sir Silver.

He asked directly and straightforwardly, without guessing: "If you want me to return to the capital, then as Don Huang or as Annan?"

This is Annan's age advantage - if he follows the rules, he is sensible, and if he does not follow the rules, he is frank, and no one will care.

... Of course, there may also be an advantage in appearance.

"Naturally, as 'Don Juan Geraint'. Come and do me a favor when you are free... Not in a hurry, come back at the earliest during the spring hunting period. At the latest before May. "

Sir Silver laughed, squatted in front of Annan and said in a low voice, "But you don't have to be too afraid. In these few months, I will let Little Henry arrest all the rotten believers. In Noah's Kingdom, there will be no more There are rotten followers."

"...Can I ask, what's the rush? I'd better prepare in advance, so that I don't make a mess in the past."

Annan asked politely.

"It's not a big deal."

Sir Silver gently hugged Annan's waist, and said in a low voice with the corners of his mouth raised:

"I'm asking you to take the place of Don Juan, the funeral of little Henry...

"By the way, in the name of the Geraint family, I will warn those who are not very stable. This Noah Kingdom is in a mess... Roof thought that his own plan was secret and appropriate, but he didn't even know why Henry would He ignored it."

Sir Silver grinned and smiled kindly: "I promised them that I would not directly interfere in the internal affairs of the royal family and nobles...

"You know, I always say what I say."