With the sound of a hole opening, the door of the "Eye of Quest" outlined by the golden line was divided into two from the central axis, and the door was opened.

Sean Dickinson emerged from the Hall of Thousand Faces.

Because the hall behind him was dimly lit, Moonlight and Ivan could only see a faint silhouette approaching slowly.

Step by step, Sean walked up to them.

Finally seeing the captain's mask clearly, Moonlight·1902's eyes widened: "Why is this? - I don't understand!"

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Time went back to about fifteen minutes ago.

Sean accepted the mysterious person's invitation and sat on the single sofa opposite him. In the process, the mask on his face has changed hundreds of times for this mysterious person who he deduces to be the "God of Masks". Sean was surprised to find that there were many masks he had never seen before, but he knew very powerful masks at a glance.

The other party looked at Sean's mask for a while, and said, "Sea of ​​Shimmer, what do you think of the mask I made for you?"

His voice did not come from under the ever-changing mask, but echoed ethereally throughout the hall.

In this way, Sean was able to confirm the identity of the person in front of him, and he couldn't help but sit up straighter: "It's like a window to watch the sea, and I can often hear the sound of the tide—I'm very fond of this mask."

The other party nodded in satisfaction, and the mask stayed on the "Legendary Teller by the Campfire" for a while, it was a smiling person illuminated by the campfire. He uses a mask to express his expression.

"I'm glad to hear you say that." While listening to the Lord of the Hall of Thousand Faces speak, Xiao En looked into the surrounding darkness. He spotted masks hanging on the wall in the distance, some blinking.

"Your mask is one of my most satisfying creations."

The mask is the symbol of the explorer. Hearing such words is like hearing the **** of destiny say, you are one of my most favored people. Xiao En was flattered at this moment, and he made a face-to-face salute in a timely manner: "Thanks for your love."

"What kind of process do you think it takes for a mask to go from Jack to King?" A question mark with an old-fashioned shape appeared on the mask. Riddle game.

Sean thought for a while, and said, "Is it a process of growth? A process from seed germination to tree growth?"

He nodded, and the mask stayed on the solemn "Tacheng Master": "Approximately. Compared with the growth process, it is sometimes more like a story.

"The beginning, development, and ending of a story."

Sean felt a flash of light in the darkness, as if he understood something.

Turns out it's an ongoing story, with the upgrade of the mask tied to the passage of time?

"Growth and story, these two metaphors are slightly different." The mask began to flicker and change again, "One is about how to better adapt to the environment, and the other is unexpected. I am only a part of it, and everything is engulfed in it..."

Holding on to his cane, he stood up gracefully. Sean got up in the same way.

"The story climax of your mask, I have to let you see it with your own eyes."

His voice faded away, and the darkness swept over, leaving only a little light on his mask. In a blink of an eye, that mask seemed to become a round window, calling Sean to fly straight into it...

The sea breeze blew, and Sean found himself floating on a piece of sea.

He was very familiar with this sea—everything was hidden in thick fog at first, and the darkness made it look very mysterious. Later, the light of the stars illuminated the sea, giving it a gleam.

"I'm in the Shimmer Sea mask?" Sean was still thinking, when he suddenly felt his coat being blown by the wind.

The wind is waking up, the storm is coming, and the originally calm waves on the sea have turned into rolling hills.

Looking at the pitch-black sky, he suddenly understood—it was still far from dawn, and it was still the deepest night.

If the darkness has substance, it sets off the sharp stars in the sky and the particles are distinct. The black ocean was undulating, and in this undulating "dark valley" without light, Xiao En saw it.

A lamp was shining in the endless darkness, and it released light quietly and stubbornly, illuminating a small piece of sea area.

If you look carefully, it is not a single lamp, but an ark floating in the waves, shining brightly.

In the sea of ​​eternal night trekking, the ark shines like a bright light.

The field of vision gradually narrowed, and finally, this miraculous scene was placed in a mask.

The black ocean covers all directions, and above the head is a constellation that is sharp and clear because of the darkness, and in the endless ocean, there is a little light that never fades.

Mr. Sean Dickinson's King-level mask - "Night's Ark".

He returned to the hall, the mysterious person in white was gone, the sofa and the fireplace sitting opposite him were gone, and he was standing alone in the middle of the hall, holding his "Eternal Night Ark" in his hands.

"You don't become a king by wearing a crown..." Thousands of masks surrounding the entire hall chanted in solemn voices—

"It's about becoming a king first and then wearing the crown."

You don't become a king when you put on the crown, but you become a king before you wear the crown.

Sean seemed to understand something, he gently put the Ark of Eternal Night on his face.

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Outside the hall, after listening to Xiao En's narration, Moonlight couldn't be calm for a long time.

They didn't see the dawn on Sean's King-level mask. On the contrary, the sea area entered a deeper darkness, and the storm became more violent...

what does that mean? The dawn of a dark age?

However, fortunately, there is still a bright ark fighting against darkness and storms. That little light penetrated Sean's mask and projected into Moonlight's eyes.

It felt like I was staring into Sean's eyes.

The pianist's eyes were fascinated, and his brows stretched: "How...how should I put it?" He shook his head slightly, "It seems that it is a mask that suits you better than we imagined."

Sean feels the same as Moonlight. He had to admire: the God of Mask's understanding and even prophecy of the explorer was almost a miracle.

Maybe, it's really a miracle... Sean thought. There are more than 400,000 explorer masks in this world, which is a grand miracle.

Xiao En led the two teammates out of the Quester Center. On the way, he received the attention of countless colleagues, as well as the standard bow and face-to-face salute from the Association staff who did not hesitate to respect.

Became a King, became one of the few explorers, and became the place that people will pay attention to...

Sean thought he had to get used to this feeling.

Walking out of the Quester Center, Sean and his party are about to step into the "disorder corridor" in Silent Street—there is a special magical technique in the corridor, which can confuse people's walking direction to prevent possible tracking. There are various strategies to remove the mask, so that the explorers can separate the social identity from the mask identity...

Before stepping into the corridor, someone stopped Sean: "Mr. Fang Zhou~lightnovelpub.net~ The three of Sean stopped and turned around.

For the people behind them, what turned around was the Ark of Eternal Night, the Soloist under the Moon, and the Eye of Annihilation with lightning...

The momentum of the three masks stopped the caller behind him.

This is a standard King-led team, and such an elite team is extremely rare in the industry.

What stopped them was a Queen-level mask—"Emperor Scribe", a mask of the civil service system, which symbolized extensive knowledge, strong information collection ability, and memory ability. In real life, he may be a senior legal person or a scholar of literature and history.

This Queen was neither humble nor overbearing in front of the three masks. He respectfully saluted and handed over a dark blue envelope with a golden wax seal on it. The pattern on the wax seal was a skull wearing a crown.

"I am the messenger of the King's Club." The scribe lowered his head, his tone melodious and rhythmic, "This is an invitation letter from the club, Mr. Fang Zhou."