Siles Noel hitched a ride.
The lady introduced herself as Angela Clayton, so Siles addressed her as Miss Clayton.
Miss Clayton came from an extraordinary background, though she didn’t reveal the details of her family. She had come here through a friend’s introduction, but she was also vague about her friend’s identity, never explaining clearly.
Soon, the person Miss Clayton was waiting for appeared.
He was a tall man, around thirty years old, with plain features. The most striking thing about him was probably his gorgeous robe and his brilliant smile.
“Welcome! My lady!” he said to Miss Clayton. He also noticed Siles’s presence and asked, “And this is?”
“Siles Noel.” Siles politely introduced himself. “Miss Clayton and I are here for the same reason.”
He took out the business card belonging to Morton that he had received.
The man leaned in for a glance, then nodded. He said with a smile: “Welcome! Mr. Noel, and Miss Clayton. My name is Carol Houseman. You can call me Carol.”
Carol was an outgoing, cheerful man. He was a cadre of the Historical Society and also a subordinate of Joseph Morton. At the same time…
Carol said mysteriously: “I’m also a guide for some Revelators.”
Miss Clayton maintained that excited and nervous attitude, following Carol up the spiral staircase.
Carol noticed Siles was carrying many items, so he first took Siles to an empty room on the second floor to store his belongings. Then he led them both to the top floor.
Siles noticed the antiquity and solidity of this building. The deep brown luster of the floor carried a sense of worldly age, as if every step had to be taken carefully.
Stepping on such floors and heading to the top floor of the Historical Society made Miss Clayton show an expression of being almost overwhelmed with favor.
Siles’s expression remained calm and unperturbed.
He guessed that Revelators were this world’s “extraordinary power,” which wasn’t surprising. However, could such power be obtained with just a business card?
This meant that this world’s extraordinary power was semi-public in nature, and there were official forces backing it?
Siles couldn’t help feeling somewhat troubled.
What troubled him even more was that he keenly realized the reason he could obtain this business card was because in that antique bookstore, he had mentioned researching Age of Silence literature, which prompted Grenfield to give him this card.
But the Age of Silence literature major at Lafami University—this wasn’t a rare major at all.
The original body had studied this major for years and never received an invitation to extraordinary power; yet as soon as he arrived, he immediately got one? This seemed somewhat unusual.
Was it related to his transmigration?
Or rather…
Siles suddenly thought of that judgment before he discovered the antique bookstore.
He thought thoughtfully—was it because his investigation check succeeded that he could enter that old bookstore? In other words, ordinary people couldn’t possibly discover that bookstore’s existence?
Indeed, the original body had lived in that district for over a month but never discovered that antique bookstore’s existence. With his professional expertise, encountering such an antique bookstore, he should have gone in to look around.
But Grenfield Antique Bookstore never appeared in his memories.
…So, this world’s extraordinary power had some threshold and prerequisites?
On the way to the Historical Society’s top floor, countless questions and related associations floated through Siles’s mind. However, the moment he stepped onto the top floor, he temporarily cast all these thoughts aside.
They arrived at a door at the end of a corridor carpeted in brownish-red velvet.
The door had a mysterious symbol on it, similar to an eye, but outlined with just a few strokes.
Siles felt it looked familiar. After looking twice more, he realized this was the symbol of the God of Past and History, Antinym.
In some myths and legends, as well as the doctrines of the Church of the Past, Antinym was the recorder and witness of all past history. They knew the past. Their gaze could penetrate the mist of history.
Therefore, Their symbol was an eye. More specifically, the left eye.
The appearance of this symbol here made Siles more certainly realize that the Historical Society was indeed backed by the Church of the Past.
Carol stopped before this door, then revealed a mysterious smile. He said: “Next—you two, don’t blink.”
He pushed open the door with a flourish.
Peaceful blue light emanated at this moment. The scene inside the door was more mundane than Siles had imagined, but also exceeded his expectations. Miss Clayton let out a cry of surprise.
Because they had originally thought there was just a room behind this door, but hadn’t expected it to be a vast space. There was a great hall, corridors, high ceilings, countless doors, and people in robes walking back and forth.
Carol observed their expressions and found both Siles and Miss Clayton showed surprised expressions. The former’s was fainter, the latter’s more exaggerated, but they had indeed both seen the space behind the door.
So Carol revealed a genuine smile: “Welcome to you both, the… uh, I don’t know how many-th Revelators. Congratulations on becoming Revelators.”
Miss Clayton couldn’t help but ask suspiciously: “Just like that and we’re Revelators?”
“Oh, only Revelators can see this scene.” Carol led them into the space behind the door. There was still pale blue light from an unknown source swirling around them. “If they were ordinary people, they would turn a blind eye and think that behind the door was just an ordinary file storage room.”
Only then did Miss Clayton have her realization. She hurriedly asked: “Then why does such a place exist?” She rarely disregarded etiquette and raised her hand to point at the high ceiling. “This place doesn’t seem like the original building.”
“The vice president made this, I don’t understand it. Probably some kind of profound ritual.” Carol said. “By the way, the Historical Society is indeed a gathering place for Revelators. Matters related to ordinary people are handled by the president, and matters related to Revelators are handled by the vice president.”
Miss Clayton nodded, then was completely confused: “Ritual? What ritual?”
Carol shrugged, with a hint of not-excessive teasing: “That’s the mystery of Revelators. Don’t worry, look how calm Mr. Noel is!”
Miss Clayton immediately looked at Siles and found his face calm and composed. For a moment, she felt embarrassed, quickly coughed twice, and put on a calm face with forced composure.
Carol was amused by this lady’s expression and laughed heartily, his cheerful laughter without a trace of gloom. He said: “Alright, alright, we’re here.”
They had already passed through the crowd. Those people occasionally cast curious glances, but mostly just minded their own business. Their steps stopped before a room in the corridor. Unsurprisingly, the door still had Antinym’s eye pattern on it.
But below the eye was also a string of numbers. 666.
“Oh… It’s actually this number.” Carol muttered. “It’s nothing, quite a coincidence. At least it’s easy to remember.”
Carol first reached out and gripped the doorknob. Then, at his signal, Miss Clayton and Siles each gripped the doorknob in turn. Afterward, Carol gripped the doorknob and seemed to focus and sense something.
Then he laughed: “Good! Exactly six people! Alright, you two are the last new people today, let’s go.”
He pushed the door open and walked in, with Miss Clayton and Siles following behind him.
Inside the door was a room similar to a reception hall. A fireplace stood quietly there, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves against the walls were filled with books. The windows were bright and clean. Four people were already sitting around the sofa in the center of the room, drinking tea, eating small pastries, or reading books.
It must be said that this bright and leisurely scene immediately gave Siles some positive feelings about so-called “Revelators.”
It didn’t seem to be some extremely evil, mysterious extraordinary power.
Noticing the three entering, the four people originally in the room all raised their heads.
Siles looked over and found there were three men and one woman. Among the men were a middle-aged man in shabby clothes with an anxious expression, a very young boy with lively, bright eyes, and a young man with an expressionless face who seemed somewhat impatient.
The lady was an elderly woman with graying hair and a kind expression.
Carol led Miss Clayton and Siles to sit down, had the six people introduce themselves to each other, and then quickly got to the point.
“Your gathering here today means that in the days ahead you will form a team. You will learn together, advance and retreat together, help each other, communicate with each other, until you become qualified, mature Revelators who can stand on your own.”
Siles listened, thinking, so this world’s extraordinary beings’ learning and growth was in a form similar to study groups?
What was the standard for determining this “until you become” process? Combat proficiency? Ability to handle emergencies? Psychological quality?
Siles unconsciously let his thoughts wander, then realized he seemed to rely too much on the backgrounds and settings from online novels in his previous life. He still didn’t know what this world’s power was like.
While Siles was thinking, Carol continued his explanation: “And I am your guide on the path of Revelators. I will provide you with knowledge, provide channels and space for growth, and help you master Revelator-related abilities under safe conditions.”
Speaking, he took out a small object from his pocket.
It looked like a small booklet, and when Carol placed this booklet on the coffee table in front of them, it suddenly expanded under everyone’s gaze into an extremely thick, ancient book.
Its length and width were fully fifty to sixty centimeters, and its thickness was at least two palms standing upright. This was a truly unique tome, and no one knew how Carol could shrink this book into such a small booklet to carry with him.
While the others were dumbfounded, Carol revealed his usual smile. He said: “This is the knowledge you’ll need to master in the future—master thoroughly.”
The six new Revelators looked at each other, coincidentally all showing hesitant expressions.
Carol said: “So-called Revelators are people who use potions and temporal traces to draw power from past times, gain revelations, and ultimately reenact such power.”
