The drizzle in the wilderness keeps falling ceaselessly. The night is spreading. There are many gullies on the dilapidated marble steps. The rainwater flows down along the gullies and converges into a small stream, making the thirty - three - step marble steps look like a waterfall.
The strange figure of lightning flashes in the dark night, illuminating the originally dark earth as bright as day, flickering on and off. A high tower stands in the wilderness under the sky, as black as the night at this time.
At the top of the thirty - three steps, there is a bamboo basket. The bamboo basket is very delicate, inlaid with gold wire. The bamboo strips on the edge have been polished with a file, so they won't prick hands. It is not something that an ordinary poor family should have. A silk cloth covers the bamboo basket. The silk is made of mulberry silk with excellent craftsmanship. On the silk, a Lorimarose representing darkness is embroidered. The dazzling flower makes it impossible for people to look away.
Raindrops fall on the silk. The smooth silk surface seems to be coated with a layer of oil, and the rainwater cannot penetrate. A faint laugh comes from under the silk, like a devil, which is creepy.
Because of the dampness, the paint on the surface of the black tower peels off, revealing the paleness of the marble, mottled like a prison cell for death row prisoners or a hell for imprisoning demons. The Gothic - style tower gate makes a creaking sound. With the creaking sound, the paint on the gate peels off faster. The peeled - off paint falls into the rainwater and turns into mud, flowing into the rainwater.
The gate is wide open, and the dim light shining out from the tower illuminates the steps. The night watchman who pushes open the gate is wrapped in a black cloak. He walks to the bamboo basket, takes off the cloak, and reveals his face. That hideous face is unforgettable at a glance.
The left eyeball glows with green light, and the hollow of the right eye blends perfectly with the night. It seems that the eyeball has been gouged out with a spoon. There are thick frowns on his pale face.
The night watchman stretches out his right hand like a withered bone and lifts the silk embroidered with Lorimarose. A small white body is revealed in front of him.
The hideous face of the night watchman shows a strange smile. He kneels on the wet steps, allowing his trouser legs to be wet by the rain, bends over and stretches out his thin arms to pick up the baby from the bamboo basket.
The baby has an innocent smile on his face and makes a crisp giggle. His white and tender palms wave, wanting to touch the face of the night watchman.
Several figures come out of the tower one after another.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."
"..."
Until the ninety - ninth. They stand on the highest thirty - three steps, surrounding this baby. There are refined intellectuals wearing glasses and old - fashioned suits, as well as dwarfs with hunched backs and stinking all over, and there are also wise old men with long beards and holding rotten wooden scepters. Their dress and appearance seem that they should not have appeared together originally, but at this moment they are really gathered together.
The old man wearing a magic hat looks at the newborn baby and stutters with excitement. "Great Anger, thank your Holy Spirit for giving us this pure life, as pure as the thirty - carat diamond on the pope's laurel crown."
Anger is the greatest mage in the world. It is said that he once fought a great battle with the red dragon in the Andes Mountains and successfully defeated the red dragon and got a scale of the red dragon. It is also said that he had dinner with the lover of the sun god.
"No, this is the life cast with his blood by the greatest wizard, His Excellency Hella. His body carries the curse of His Excellency Hella. Look at his eyes. They are so charming, like the spring water in the Winter Valley." The hunchbacked dwarf slowly moves his steps over and reaches out to touch the baby's forehead. His black fingers, which have become black because of constantly touching magic media, are trembling.
The refined gentleman wearing glasses walks over, gracefully kisses the baby's belly, and then raises his head and says in a refined tone, "I smell it. His body is full of the smell of money. It is the smell of bankers. I'm so familiar with it."
The night watchman holding the baby pushes away the refined man and glares fiercely with his left eye, making his face even more hideous. "Anub'arak, if you can't keep your mouth shut, I will turn you into a dog, and then you can only bark."
The refined Anub'arak sensibly closes his mouth, takes out a gold coin from his pocket, tosses the gold coin up, and when it lands in his hand, it shows the head. He shows a proud expression as if everything he said was correct.
"Eigros, what is the origin of this newborn baby?" The people around all ask their inner questions.
The night watchman Eigros holds the baby, kneels on the ground again, raises the baby high, and shouts with an almost pious attitude. "He is the incarnation of darkness, purifies darkness with darkness, is the messenger sent to Kesseta by lightning and thunder, the King of Judgment."
Medivh takes off his magic hat and holds it in his arms. As if seeing an extremely noble guest, he bows respectfully. "In the name of Anger, Medivh pays the highest respect to the King of Judgment."
The rest of the people pay their respects to this newborn baby - the King of Judgment - with all kinds of the most noble and strange etiquettes.
When the etiquette is over, Eigros gets up. The trouser legs soaked by the rain drip water. Someone behind him asks with doubt.
"Then what should he be called?"
Eigros examines the baby's arm. There is a line of letters engraved on his arm. He turns around and looks up at the sharp spire of Kesseta like the Sword of Damocles, and pronounces piously.
"Donning Stewart"
"Damn it, Donning, come down quickly. That is the crystal spring for making holy water."
Wizard Bohr holds a bottle filled with red liquid in one hand and grabs a stick on the table next to him with the other hand. He hurriedly runs to a marble - like fountain - like structure in the center of the room with his old steps.
Donning, sitting on the edge of the one - person - high marble fountain - like structure, is pinching a bright red tomato and swinging his legs. He stands up unhurriedly, swaying, with a proud expression on his face.
"Uncle Bohr, if you want to hit me, I may accidentally fall into the crystal spring. Then all your ten - year efforts will be in vain. Think about it. This is your ten - year effort. The adventure is not worth it. It is not a good thing for either you or me."
Bohr raises the stick in his hand, weighs the gains and losses, and looks like a drowned rat, looking at the eight - year - old child with an almost begging look. "All right, may the Witch God bless you. Come down quickly."
Donning stands carefully on the edge, stretches out his left index finger and shakes it. "Uncle Bohr, you have to swear to the greatest wizard, His Excellency Hella, that you will not hit me, and then I will come down. Otherwise, you will go back on your word. I have been deceived more than once."
Bohr rubs his forehead, feeling a headache. This boy is becoming more and more cunning and meticulous. Then he swears to wizard Hella. "I swear in the name of Hella that I will never touch Donning with a single finger. If I break my oath, I will be turned into an ugly mouse by witchcraft."
Donning pouts his lips, looks at Bohr's slender legs, thick waist, mouse - like ears, and hunched back. "Uncle Bohr, you want to deceive me again. You are already a mouse, and an ugly one at that. This is what Uncle Anub'arak told me."
Bohr covers his forehead, unable to believe it. Anub'arak actually told this important secret to this boy. He recovers his composure and curses Anub'arak in his heart. "All right, I will swear again."
After Bohr swears in the name of the greatest wizard, Hella, Donning jumps down from the one - person - high edge of the crystal spring and smiles smugly. "Uncle Bohr, I have to tell you one thing. Last night, I was lazy and peed in your crystal spring. I don't know if it will affect your use of the crystal spring water for witchcraft."
"Oh my god, you naughty boy. I will skin you alive." Bohr is furious and raises his stick.
Donning doesn't change his expression. He puts the tomato on the table beside him and puts his hands on his hips. "Uncle Bohr, you just swore in the name of Hella."
Bohr is stunned for a moment, drops the stick in his hand, and kneels on the ground, his cheeks twitching, crying bitterly. "My ten - year effort has been wasted in vain. Am I never going to be able to see the real face of the Wall of Sighs?"
Twenty years ago, when the crystal spring for summoning the Wall of Sighs overflowed for the first time, Bohr mistakenly poured a bottle of ketchup into the crystal spring instead of the corrupt blood. The first failure made him almost heartbroken.
Ten years ago, when the crystal spring for the second summoning of the Wall of Sighs overflowed, Bohr thought that this time he would surely succeed and his long - cherished wish would finally come true. In order to avoid the stupid mistake he made last time, he removed all the items irrelevant to witchcraft in the room. But when he got up the next day, he found that a dead mouse had fallen into the crystal spring, polluting the holy crystal spring water and shattering his second hope.
The crystal spring water in the crystal spring overflows only once every ten years, and summoning the Wall of Sighs is the highest - level legendary witchcraft, which cannot tolerate any flaws. This time he made a lot of preparations in advance.
But he didn't expect that he forgot to lock the door this time and this naughty boy peed into it. Thirty years of waiting has finally turned out to be a dream. No one can withstand such a long wait, and it has happened again and again.
"Great Witch God, are you going to punish me for my sins? Please take my life. Don't torture me like this." Bohr's cloudy eyes shed tears, wetting the ground.
Donning's expression is no longer frivolous but becomes serious. He takes out a crystal bottle from his arms and places it on the ground. The transparent liquid in the crystal bottle is clear and bright without any impurities.
"Uncle Bohr, please forgive me for playing a joke on you." Donning opens the lid of the crystal bottle, takes out a not - too - big silk bag from behind. The Lorimarose on this silk bag is extremely eye - catching, blooming beautifully. Donning opens the bag. "Your witchcraft has always been wrong. I just wanted to stop you from making further mistakes. If you are angry, I sincerely apologize to you."
He takes out the powdery substance from the bag. It is a witchcraft medium prepared according to the proportion of materials required for the Wall of Sighs witchcraft. He puts this powder into the crystal bottle.
A strange light is generated in the room and gradually spreads out, forming an illusory wall, like a rainbow, with bright colors, making people can't help but be amazed.
"How is this possible? Am I so old and dim - sighted because of sadness?" Bohr stops crying, his body trembling, and his cloudy eyes become extremely clear as he looks at this rainbow - like wall.
"The Wall of Sighs, I finally see it." Bohr stares at it, slowly gets up, and grabs Donning's hand. "Child, how did you do it?"
Donning shrugs his shoulders and complains, "Uncle Bohr, I have told you long ago that your experiment was wrong. You have some misunderstandings about the Wall of Sighs witchcraft. It is not necessary to have an overflowing crystal spring to do it."
Bohr shakes his head, ecstatic. "Child, I'm not talking about these. Who am I? How did you learn the Wall of Sighs witchcraft?"
"When I was three years old, in order to make me stop crying, you showed me your "Book of Witchcraft". Have you forgotten?" Donning explains all this in disbelief, as if this matter is taken for granted.
But he was only three years old at that time. Just as he himself said, the "Book of Witchcraft" was given to him not to let him learn witchcraft, but to stop him from crying. But now the fact proves that three - year - old Donning remembered the content in the "Book of Witchcraft" and also learned one of the legendary witchcrafts in the "Book of Witchcraft".
"Genius... child, you are a genius in witchcraft. One day you will become the greatest wizard in the world." Bohr grabs Donning's arm with his mouse - like palm, and his wide - open rat - like eyes show madness.
Donning laughs bitterly as if he has heard a joke. "Uncle Bohr, including you, all ninety - nine people in this tower have said that I am the King of Judgment. Isn't this something that should be? It's like people need to eat, it will rain, and the sun will rise in the east."
Donning doesn't know that the King of Judgment was just made up casually by Eigros at that time. In order to bring a little vitality to this barren land abandoned by the secular world and the gods, to make this place no longer like hell. In the past eight years, this newborn baby has done a good job, making this originally lifeless Kesseta finally have a little breath of living people, instead of just them, these old devils. He has told others, but not Donning.