Since he could only stay for twenty minutes this time, Shad had to avoid topics that would drive Mr. Riddle crazy as much as possible, and patiently inquired about the things here.
And hearing that Xia De wanted to know about this room, the man with a scruffy beard lowered his voice, looked at Xia De with a miserable smile through bloodshot swollen eyes:
"There are no exits from the Dreadfort. We can only enter but not exit. But a few existences can let us escape in other ways. Sir, look at this!"
He pointed to the square table in the center of the room, and the oil lamp could only illuminate half of the square table:
"This looks like a table..."
"What is it actually?"
"It's actually a table! But don't be disappointed, this table is called a relic by those witches! This table can call gods! I have fully researched it, using this table sealed here, If you beat the **** in the game, you can make a wish to him, and then we can go out!"
"Summon the relics of the gods? Have you ever beaten the gods in the game?"
Although he believed in the judgment made by the woman's voice, Xia De subconsciously took a step away from Mr. Riddle:
"Speaking of which, how did you eat here?"
He asked without a trace:
"I'm a little hungry, do you have food that humans can eat?"
"This is simple. In my previous adventure, I got a [relic] that can turn any ordinary item into food."
Unsuspecting at all, Mr. Riddle took out a palm-sized, flat hexagonal prism-shaped bronze metal box from under his robe and handed it to Shad.
Xia De hesitated before taking it, and confirmed that it was really a relic. The lid can be removed, and there are some small biscuits inside.
"This can convert any ordinary item into food, but the taste is not good, and it will make people appetite for the item before conversion. I usually use stones and dust here, but I have tried, and even feces can transformation."
According to Mr. Riddle, Shad thought he had heard about it from Priest Augustus, so he lost all interest in those little biscuits.
He was very interested in the "prophet"'s experience of obtaining this relic. Considering that the other party was just an ordinary person, Mr. Riddle was definitely the most admirable ordinary person he had ever met. But that memory was equally hazy, and Mr. Riddle could only say that it was a long-ago adventure, but couldn't remember the specifics.
Returning the [relic] to Mr. Riddle, the sloppy middle-aged man smiled happily:
"It's just that it's a little more troublesome to get drinking water. Fortunately, it's very humid here. With a simple earth method, some dew can be produced when the temperature changes greatly every day. Are you thirsty? I still have some left over here."
"No no, I still have some water on me. I'm actually..."
He wanted to fabricate his identity, but Mr. Riddle shook his head:
"You don't have to tell me, as long as you are human and want to go out."
"Yes, I want to go out too."
Xia De said, taking out a wooden pipe filled with water from his pocket and handing it to the other party:
"Do you need water? I have plenty more."
After taking the container handed by Xia De, he hesitated to lick his chapped lips. The middle-aged man opened the stopper, raised his head and drank all the water. Xia De shook his head with emotion:
Although he is very interested in this so-called "gambling game with the gods", what [Father of the Infinite Tree] asks is to help Mr. Riddle, not Xia De to personally gamble.
"Of course, I found this room. I will not put my hope of escape on other people's hands."
Mr. Riddle said after drinking the water, he thanked Shad a little tiredly:
"I'm not even sure if you are my hallucination on the verge of collapse."
"You send me as a god, just someone who helps you."
Xia De casually said:
"By the way, Mr. Riddle, which **** do you believe in? I didn't hear you clearly when you prayed just now."
"Mr. Huan."
The middle-aged man said seriously, and drew a roughly circular holy emblem on his chest. Xia De thought for a while, but it seemed that he had never heard of this god:
"Sorry, this is..."
"No need to apologize, this is the ancient **** who is in charge of [fate] and [reciprocal cycle]. Many people think that he has gone away, but my companions and I have glimpsed the achievements of this great man in ancient documents. Mr. Huan is the real **** of creation, an ancient **** who is greater than all known gods."
Judging from his description, this [Mr. Huan] is most likely the ancient **** corresponding to [Vientiane Impermanence·Fate].
Thinking about it this way, in the Fifth Epoch where the Ancient God had gone, the Ancient God of Time sent Shade from the Sixth Epoch to save the loyal followers of the Ancient God of Destiny. Xia De seemed to be really sent by the gods to help this gentleman.
"I have survived in the Dreadfort for a long time, but I still can't pry into the slightest secret here. One day not long ago, when I finally accepted my fate of death and calmed down to pray to my Lord for the last time, it seemed as if Fate led me to this room and learned how to use this relic."
"How do you know?"
Xia De asked curiously, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility:
"You can't... hear your own voice from the bottom of your heart, right?"
He suspected that he had met the first ring warlock in history, but the voice next to his ear said clearly that the other party was just an ordinary person. And the Ring Warlocks of the Fifth Epoch should all be women.
"No no, although I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown, I haven't reached that level yet."
Mr. Riddle shook his head:
"When I entered the door~www.mtlnovel.com~ the corpses by the wall sang together, you can't imagine how terrible the scene was. They told me what happened here, and told me that the one in front of me is called How to use the things that are unknowable relics [God of Gamblers Gambling Table]. I also know that the language here can be understood because I understand their different languages. At that time, I was terrified and lay on the floor In a coma...I don't know how long it took before I woke up. Sorry, my pocket watch is broken long ago."
In fact, even if it is not broken, the pocket watch may not be useful. Here, like Hope Town and the Forest of Thousand Trees, there is no clear time point. Even Shad's [Time Perception] can only know that it is the winter of 1784 in the Fifth Epoch.
But when Xia De raised [Time Perception] to the point where he could clarify the truth of time in the Sixth Epoch, he would almost be able to know more specific time in such weird places.
"Sir, I was still hesitating whether I should sit at the gambling table, but you appeared unexpectedly. I think, now is the time, it is time to start. Even if I want to bet against the gods, I have to face it."
Mr. Riddle nodded seriously to Shad, and Shad also nodded:
"Let's get started, Mr. Riddle, and I will help you until the game is over."
"That's great, it's better to be around someone who can talk than to be on my own...whatever you are."
He probably still suspected that Shad was just a hallucination he had on the verge of insanity.