"Left! I remember that's what the map says, it's definitely a shortcut here! ”

"Right! It's safer to take the main road! Who knows where you're going to take us! ”

"I'm running out of time, go to the right. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

That's basically how it came along the way.

The birds and the birds quarrel, and Luna clapped the board and said that it was best to be safe, and Asuka, you shut up.

"If you don't have enough time, why don't you take a shortcut and tease me?" Asuka's unhappiness could no longer be concealed with his face that could already raise earthworms.

"More often than not, your shortcuts will take us to the other side of the world." Jarvis added.

They were chatting so happily that I wouldn't interject.

Although Asuka had an unhappy look on his face, he still shut up as if he had acquiesced to Jarvis's complaint.

Nearly ten miles away from Springside, Luna stopped.

"Okay, I'm here, Jarvis Bird, come with me. You and her continue to negotiate with those people, and I can't be disturbed when Asuka and I are looking for the Seven Towers, and you drag those people down. ”

The bird knocked his hat and looked at me again. He seemed to want me to make a statement, but before I could say anything, he rushed to say, "Little Ancestor, rest assured, I promise to complete the task." ”

Things are getting troublesome.

But when I think about it, one more thing is not much anyway, and one less thing is a lot. If I don't feel pressured, I'll be relieved.

Seeing that the gate of the village was getting clearer and clearer, the bird stretched out his hand to stop me.

He fumbled around his pocket and pulled out a mask to cover his face and handed it to me.

"Avoid suspicion, a woman will be very conspicuous at this time." Dividing the bird explained it this way.

Springside is a very western village, from the winter essentials of coal and coffee potatoes to sweets made from maple syrup. There must also be a child king with a freckled face who loves to bully.

At least on the surface, this village is very ordinary, like one of those villages that is bound to have an accident in any drought or flood.

I have never seen the gods of the people of this place.

They had a clay figure of a man carrying a gear-like object on his back.

The more I looked at that strange gear, the more familiar it became, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

Fentori took me to the only tavern in the place.

The short, chubby boss kept a figure-of-eight that tried to cover his chin and asked us if we were drinking red wine or brandy from across the sea.

I'd love to order a glass of milk. But if you don't order wine, the boss will roll his eyes because he is too lazy to meet such a boring guest.

"What kind of man are you if you don't drink." He said disdainfully.

I wasn't a man in the first place.

So I went to watch the horses graze in the stable next to the tavern with a glass of hot milk.

At this time, the milk was not as light and sweet as the one sold in the supermarket, and the fishy smell of the milk was very strong, although some other ingredients were tried to remove the smell, but the taste was still heavy.

I squatted with milk in my left hand and coarse bread in my right hand and looked left and right, after all, this kind of scene that does not often appear in history books must be more difficult to solve.

Some people are wondering how I eat and drink while wearing a mask, right?

It's actually very simple, there is a clasp on the mask. Unfasten that button and there will be an opening to eat.

A couple of the village kids spotted me, and when I tried to greet them, they grimaced at me and ran away.

There was a creak, and the tavern door was pushed open. As he came out, he was tucking his wallet into his pocket, and I wondered more and more about what they had made as he watched his pain and the pleasure on the face of the tavern owner who came out with him.

Fen Niao said with a complicated face: "Take off the mask, let's go to them at night." ”

"Isn't it to avoid suspicion, no need to avoid it?"

The bird raised his forehead and said, "No need, we have been targeted." It's better to reveal your identity earlier, at least it will save a lot of trouble. ”

At this time, the tavern owner interjected: "Don't worry, two travelers, I will write a note to the inn in the village and ask you to choose the best room there." ”

The best room? Yes, yes, it's a roar.

The inn is not far from here, just around the corner and a little more away from the wind mill.

The signboard of the inn creaks when blown by the wind.

"...... the words," I poked at the bird, "is this place England?" I didn't know why. ”

He wiped the ashes off his body and asked with a strange expression: "Who told you that this is Britain?" ”

"But it's not like the United States."

"Leave it alone, I can't explain it to you with your IQ. You go to the house and rest, and bring me your notebook. I'm going to help you find someone who understands this and help you translate it. ”

What are you kidding, how can the protagonist be idle.

"You tell me the address, and I'll go myself."

"If you don't want to understand this, don't give it to me, I'm not going to tell you where that guy is." The bird didn't even bother to perfunctory me.

"Then you've got to find something for me to do, which book would leave the protagonist idle at such a time?"

"The guys from the time management team are at the end of your room on the right hand, you can go to their door and wait first, and I'll be back when they get there."

"And when will they arrive?"

"When will I come back and when will they arrive"

"And when are you coming back?"

"When are they going to be when I'm back."

Your sister.

I really wanted to use that notebook to throw him in the face, but unfortunately I couldn't.

Fen Bird walked away with his notebook, I wanted to follow him. But after thinking about it, it was too troublesome and gave up.

Anyway, if I have time, I'll study Bo Yaze.

Forty-nine Zhang Ce is still the gradient metamorphosis of red, green, yellow, gray, purple, and sometimes milky white.

The only thing that remains constant is that the leaked power in each strategy still shows its presence.

There are thirty cards of six types: temperature, humidity, mass, quantity, vector, and space, which I can read in the notes that Asuka gave me. There are also fifteen cards with strange patterns of unknown meaning, and the part of the bird is as difficult to understand as if suddenly switching from right-handed to left-handed writing becomes right-handed and left-footed.

I picked up a card that meant quality, and I played it.

Then again, the pattern on the card always reminds me of something like an oracle.

But even Oracle doesn't make sense to me, and I still don't know what the real use of these things is.

This thing doesn't want the seven elements to move at will. The God of Destruction is a setting freak, and who knows what kind of posture or sacrifice I need to do in order to use these things.

I'm thinking about all kinds of possibilities in my heart, what kind of silent destruction of God's divine power to protect me, or it's the key to hiding the power of destruction, I'm [copyright awareness is greater than the sky, the author's friendship is coded], the seal is lifted!

Oh yes, I don't have the key, so it's definitely useless to say this.

So what else......

Just as I let go of this anguish, I realized that the card that had no external force but space began to vibrate.

What happened?

Then the door was violently kicked open.

"Hello," said the man at the door, "oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself. Under 5-62, from the timing tube group. ”