Chapter 26: our lord
It is very important to use such a sentence as a greeting.
Ignatius is no longer the little white who just crossed over.
Ever since he had the experience of being positioned and killed by that Asgar man using mysticism, he already knew the special nature of this world, and he would not hand over himself so easily.
After all, Igna has no way to determine whether "The Tarot's Trial" is a trap.
It's so obvious that this book has something to do with transmigrators!
Obviously, Igna felt that as long as anyone who could see the fame inside, would use a roundabout way to contact the magician!
Suppose, if the magician is friendly to the traversers, it is fine, but if it is malicious, it is quite bad!
However, for Ignatius.
Even if there is a real risk, he can't give up contact.
Only a traveler can know how to go back!
"I have to ask."
Therefore, Igna uses this questioning method, on the one hand, to test whether the magician is a transmigrator.
On the other hand, Igna did not put himself on the bright side as a transmigrator, leaving a room for returning to the world. Even if the time comes, you can pretend that you really don't understand what this sentence means.
Moreover, Igna also did tricks on the address to send the letter.
The return address he left was also the mailing address used by the family for transfer, and he did not directly reveal where he was. The transit address is also absolutely safe and reliable.
"Hope to get good news."
After sending the letter, Igna planned to go to the bookstore to see if he could find more information about "Tarot Club" and "Magician".
Although he hadn't slept all night, at this moment he was in high spirits, full of drive and energy.
Now this "magician" is different from Emperor Roselle, which makes Igna feel more hopeful for exploration and contact!
After all, Emperor Roselle has been dead for nearly two hundred years, and he is far away in Intis. Ignatius has already found all the clues related to him.
He desperately needs other sources of information and new ideas!
"You can start with other novels published by magicians, as well as characters and events related to occultism in recent years..."
"Why am I so stupid, I should find it from the information around me." Thinking of this, Igna felt regretful.
Although the book "The Trial of the Tarot" was only published not long ago, it has been seen everywhere in Constantine.
Probably because as long as it is Merlin's story, it is very popular in Constantine, so "The Trial of the Tarot" is also a hot topic that people talk about.
It's just that Igna has never been in the mood to read and discuss these "irrelevant books".
There are very few people in the circus who can read words.
"I once had such a big clue in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I'm so stupid, really..." Igna shook his head and sighed.
However, in such a blink of an eye, he accidentally bumped into someone!
The person in front of him was two heads taller than Igna, and his back was wide as if there were three Ignas.
Igna quickly took a step back and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't pay attention to the road, I'm very sorry..."
Igna tried his best to make his tone seem more sincere.
joke! Igna's current body is at least 1.8 meters! Someone two heads taller than him must be at least two meters taller!
Moreover, the back that Ignat's face hit on just now made his face hurt.
Those solid, full and powerful muscles are definitely not something ordinary people can train. Only warriors who have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time may have it!
Tall, stout, war machine. Anyone with one trait is not easy to mess with.
What's more, there are three of them together!
I hope he doesn't punch me violently... Igna prayed.
In the public eye, if I use extraordinary abilities, I will be taken away by the Church of the Goddess again.
When a large shadow turned in front of Igna's eyes, he heard the person in front of him say in a gentle tone.
"...It doesn't matter."
Ignat looked up little by little, and saw the half-giant, 2.5 meters tall, smiling at him.
His expression was not reluctant, it seemed that he was trying his best to appear amiable.
When talking to Igna, he even bent his back.
Seeing this, Igna took a deep breath and wanted to be polite, trying to say thanks in a less fearful tone.
"You're welcome," the half-giant replied, still smiling kindly.
However, when Igna was about to leave, the giant stopped him.
"This gentleman, since I met you here, I wonder if I can take up a little of your time."
Only then did Igna realize that the half-giant was holding a very thick holy book in his hand.
"I want to talk to you about our beacon and savior, Mr. Fool." The half-giant said sincerely.