As soon as Leon stepped into the stone-heaped archway, he stood in the doorway and mouthed Solnunu, motioning for him to go in himself, and then turned and walked out, and seemed to go to the upper square by the sound of 'click' footsteps. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thor walked towards the pale white candlelight, his feet on the square stone slabs, and felt a burst of moisture, which was even more humid than the plaza above, and some unknown plant climbed up the iron railings, and the leaves were full of dew, and when they could not wrap up, they sprinkled on the ground with a "thud", sending a little noise to the dungeon-like room.

The black-robed man stood silently, knowing that Thor had passed through the other compartments and came to him, before he slowly lowered his hood, revealing an ordinary face.

He was a young man, not much older than Thor, and his skin was as white and pure as the young man who helped in the taverns and inns on the streets of Worms, and Thor could not imagine that this was the great man whom they worshipped by Leon.

"What a masterpiece—" The Great One spoke first, his mouth opening and closing in a strange way, as if he were using a tool called "Mouth" instead of treating it as an organ of his own body, and this strange distortion was perhaps the only difference Thor could find different from ordinary people.

"Sit down—" He gestured to a broken chair behind Thor and motioned for him to sit down, then sat down on a chair next to the table with the candlestick.

"Uh...... I should...... What do you call you?" sat down in his chair a little stiffly, facing the intently gaze of the great man opposite, Thor was a little unsure of what to say.

"Name?" the young man's eyes remained motionless as he looked at Thor, only his mouth opening and closing to make a sound, his head tilted slightly to one side, Thor could hear the confusion hidden in his tone:

"If you're asking me the name of this body, then I think it's 'Marcus'—" He pronounced a name in the very standard Wotan lingua franca, and then continued nonchalantly, "As for my original name, it's a symbol of the past—"

His tone remained unchanged, and he spoke to Thor like an emotionless machine: "I have been around for so long that I have forgotten this symbol that marks my existence—if you want to call me, you can call me the Great Race." ”

Thor's face was silent, but his heart was like a rough sea suddenly rising into a huge wave, and everything that this strange guy who claimed to be a great race said seemed to be unbelievable, and the meaning between the lines was "He is not the original owner of this body." ”

The young man was still looking at him expressionlessly, and Thor's keen senses did not feel the extremely obvious malice from the other party, so he pressed his mind a little and asked softly:

"This body?—maybe you can make it clearer?"

"Marcus" nodded, and agreed very well, perhaps in his concept, which was a normal thing.

"I don't belong to this world you call 'Wotan', but from a world called 'Is' in the long river of time. He said in a smooth voice, but it shocked Thor even more, he was not from this world, wouldn't he be a time-traveler like himself?

"My race has completely conquered time, and there is no other race that can compare to it, so we call ourselves the Great Race. ”

"Conquered time?" Thor remembered Leon's little button to pause time in the tavern.

"Yes, our spirits can transcend the limitations of time and space, and travel to the distant past or future, and this is how I descended on Wotan. "The voice of the Great One was so ordinary and ordinary, but what he said was unbelievable, as if he were hearing it all in his sleep.

"Spiritual crossing-" Thor keenly grasped the crux of the matter, he raised his head suddenly, his pupils constricted to look at the person opposite, and said:

"And your body—"

"The way we time travel is to choose a suitable body and exchange spirits with it far away. He said plainly something that sent chills down Thor's spine, where is this crossing, it is simply a seizure.

"So the spirit of this 'Marcus', now-" Before Thor could finish speaking, the unknown monster who claimed to be the Great Race answered for him

"In the world of Is, under the watchful eye of my kindred. ”

Thor subconsciously touched his head, a burst of cold hit him, he didn't know how to describe the creature sitting in front of him, and he didn't even know if the other party was a creature, if it was really as the other party claimed that he had conquered time, and could teleport his spirit between the future and the past at will, then for ordinary people, wasn't it a "god"-like existence.

He somewhat understood why Leon and others would worship the Great One.

"Why did you come to Wotan?" Thor asked the question he was most concerned about, if he was just passively traveling to this world that he didn't know at all, why did the great race that could control himself to roam the long river of time at will choose Wotan in a world of trillions of billions?

After a moment's silence, as if the question needed to be answered after a moment of thought, 'Marcus' remained staring at Thor until there was a "bang" in the distance, and dew spilled from the leaves of an unknown plant, and he spoke slowly:

"It's not 'our' decision, it's my own thought—" He used a twisted choice of words, as if it had become difficult for Thor to make it clear to him.

"My unique curiosity led me to this dangerous world in search of mystical knowledge. His tone changed, and Thor could feel the awe in his words when he mentioned words like 'danger' and 'knowledge'.

But it didn't matter, Thor stared at the Great One with a serious expression, and asked him in a deep voice, "Danger, you say?

"The unknown is dangerous. There was no positive answer to Saul's question, and after a while, the Great One only said something faint.

Thor immediately thought of the wisdom of the gods he had retrieved from the nightmare, and wondered, was that the mysterious knowledge that the man in front of him was seeking, and was he referring to the danger of that nightmare?

"Why are you telling me this?" Thor asked, one last question, even if he had taken out the wisdom of the gods for him, he shouldn't have told himself so many things without knowing everything.

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the Great One's face, as if he was not used to smiling expressions with this body.

"Because you're part of what I'm looking for—" said Saul, in a surprised and confused expression, in a clear tone, "I can see you—the real you." ”