Chapter 149 The Manipulator of Name and Fate

"If I want to reveal and decipher the conspiracy entangled in me, how many imprints of the Holy Light will I need to pay?"

Annan asked.

Faced with such offensive inquiries, the tragic writer is completely lifeless.

He was just not in a hurry and looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile: "Then it depends on the specific conspiracy.

"The word [conspiracy] has a broad meaning if it is spoken in a broad sense. There are no less than ten people who are carrying out a 'conspiracy' against you just for the purpose of 'love'; there are still people who do not know your existence. , and their conspiracy is related to you - does that count?

"If I want to tell you everything, then this is not something that more than 100 holy light imprints can solve. This is already closely related to the truth of [conspiracy]."

"Then come one by one."

Annan replied without hesitation: "What about Professor Wolf?

"—What did he want to do when he sent Doreen to me? What did he want to do when he became Professor Wolf?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

The tragedy writer replied leisurely: "Don't you have the answer in your own heart?"

"I just thought you were a fun guy, but I didn't know you were a riddle guy."

Annan said coldly, "I'm using the Imprint of Holy Light to buy the answer, Your Excellency."

Besides, I have more answers in my mind.

There are even contradictions.

I came to see the reference answer, not to see "so-and-so question, omitted".

"This question is worth forty marks."

The tragic writer shook his finger and raised the corner of his mouth: "'Frederick'... do you know why his surname is called Wolf Heart?

"Because he literally traded his heart for a werewolf's heart.

"As you can see, he made some interesting arrangements. He divided himself into two halves, cut his memory, and changed his name... He thought he could escape from me. ."

--how is this possible.

The tragic writer did not utter the words. But the sarcastic and happy mood was already read by Annan on his face through the mirror.

His modesty makes his expressions never so straightforward.

"I am the first god who has completed self-cutting. I am also the god who has studied the 'name' the most."

The tragic writer's voice just fell.

Annan finally had a prompt in front of him:

[Get Mysterious Knowledge: The Second Real Name of the God of Conspiracy and Murder "The Tragic Writer"]

[This mysterious knowledge can be used as "Golden Spell (Idol School): True Name Plunder"]

It cannot be used as an influence to perform rituals, nor can it be used to invoke gods.

The "tragedy writer" was able to purify the mysterious knowledge of his real name to such a simple level...

"Remember, it's 'Meranbos.' Not 'Sophocles.'"

The tragic writer stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture: "Of course you can use 'Sophocles' for rituals, but I no longer specifically classify it as occult knowledge - only in 'Sophocles' When the name Kreus' is pronounced in the ritual, it corresponds to me as a mystical knowledge and is consumed in the instant of response.

"After all, it's just a pseudonym. Although a pseudonym known to everyone can also be regarded as a real name... but it's meaningless to make people forget their own pseudonym.

"And if you have anything to do, just call my real name. In order to prevent you from misusing and forgetting, I will take back the other powers wrapped around this name. After all, this is a name that no one knows except you— - Mr. Yao also told it to you because 'you are the one who asked this question'."

The tragic writer said leisurely.

To put it simply, "Sophocles" is a business phone, and "Meranbos" is a personal phone...

Annan instantly understood what the tragic writer meant.

As he talks with tragic writers, he understands more and more of this half-circle-talking style.

However, being able to freely control the power contained in the mysterious knowledge of one's real name...

Annan dare not say that other gods don't have this ability - after all, it doesn't sound like much,

Maybe they just didn't have to. But Annan can also see that this is indeed a very delicate handwriting.

"So, you also know how stupid it is for him to try to escape from me by manipulating his name?"

The elegant middle-aged man with black hair, dark eyes and deep facial features showed a mocking smile: "In the words of your world... it's called Banmen's axe, right?"

"You say yours, don't get involved with me."

Annan's calm words were stuffed back, forcibly interrupting the conversation.

"So. After he found out that there was no way he could get away from me anyway... I thought, maybe he was a little crazy. Probably."

The smile on the tragic writer's face is always elegant and gentle: "He replaced himself with the heart of a wolf. He carefully manipulated the werewolves, trying to make them seize power in the Principality of Winter, all because he was afraid of me.

"And when he finally realized that no matter how he flattered me, my attitude towards him would not change... I would not take his life, he decisively abandoned the previous conspiracy, the purpose was to preserve Self. A half-assed conspiracy... ironic, right?"

Having said that, the tragic writer shook his head gently and said in a pointed way: "When a drunk man can break free from drunkenness at any time, it means that he is not drunk at all, but is just pretending to be drunk."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Naturally, I want to test whether you are Annan Winter. Probe—you know what this word means. That little girl is just a fate probe."

When Annan heard this, he immediately reacted.

"...to make her have a causal relationship with 'Annan'?"

"That's right. The prosthetic you're using now is Michelangelo's last masterpiece before his ascension—it's a self-aware, self-powered, wizard-like marble golem that's immune to most prophetic and idol-school spells.

"Although it can't deflect the idol spells of the golden rank, it is a pity... open your own 'eyes of God' to view the spells of the line of destiny, and the highest level will not exceed the silver rank. That is to say, Frederick It is impossible to check the fate of 'Girandaio'.

"The thread of destiny cannot be attached to it. Then it is impossible to manipulate, vibrate, perceive, and affect your destiny from the air... and you cannot infer your real name by looking at the past by combing through the thread of destiny."

Because there is no thread of fate in "Gilandaio", can't it be checked by high-level idol wizards what happened in the past...

Annan quickly understood the problem.

and many more.

That being the case—

"That's right."

The tragedy writer said first: "Because you took her in, 'Annan' had an indirect encounter with her after all.

"If 'Ghilandaio' is not Annan, then little Doreen, who has a clean net worth and will not run around, has been given to Ghirlandaio by him... Why does she have a relationship with 'Annan Rin'? What about the thread of destiny that connects Dong'?"

She shouldn't have seen Annan Winter.

……wrong.

If it was at that time that Professor Wolf was finally able to control Annan... he should be too late!

Because at that time, the player had already arrived at the Sporogenesis Mill!

Annan finally reacted.

Why was he drawn to the Sporophyte Mill, why did he meet Nefertari through the dream of the Sporophyte Mill, and was further drawn into "Nightmare: Gemini"...

He even solved this nightmare with "Husky and Thirteen Fragrance" similar to the former two, and exposed the true identity of "Professor Wolf" hidden in the void...

Professor Wolf cannot do such a thing.

It didn't do him any good. Instead, it made his life that had calmed down reborn.

But for a tragic writer... this is undoubtedly a rare pleasure.

"...So it was you from the beginning?"

"it's me."

The tragic writer replied calmly: "Before you left Noah . The razor collar, and the sporozoite mill beneath it starts when I'm affecting you.

"Under the protection of the Book of the Sky Train, I only did one thing. That is to let you choose the 'Sporocytic Mill' from the choices of many cities in the underground kingdom, and that's it. That's it. Let me do my best... The story that goes on after that has nothing to do with me, that's the real 'destiny'."

Fate is the rut of the sky.

The tragic writer exclaimed for the second time.

"The reason why Doreen was not able to assassinate you smoothly, was not manipulated to send back more information, and was not recovered by Professor Wolf himself... Because he vaguely noticed that you were following the 'introduction plot I gave' ' and move forward.

"—Of course he didn't dare to touch you again. He also didn't dare to trap you on the ground and waste your time."