Li Yan glanced down at his right hand and found that the little finger, index finger, and thumb of his right hand were all pitch black, and the surgical elements in his body began to be frantically agitated.

Strike~

Three fingers snapped off at the sound, and fresh red blood erupted from the wound.

“……”

Li Yan clenched his fist and spread it out again, but it was only a breath of effort, and his right hand was already intact.

[Summer Jacques]: Fourth-order genetic ability, one of the highest fifth-order bones, its own cells gain activity that is almost impossible to kill.

This is also the genetic ability that directly benefits Li Yan among the four major Jacques genes.

However, although Summer Jacques claims to be almost impossible to kill, it is limited to the physical strength of ordinary people.

Although the newborn little finger looks the same as in the past, the knife cut will bleed, the fire will blister, and even the explosive power will drop a lot, and it will take at least a month or two to naturally return to the strength of the past.

Alas~

A low sigh sounded behind Li Yan, who calmly turned around and looked at the historian in the black mist.

This time, a glimpse actually gave the information.

【Historian】

A super-ancient god born from the mouth of a bottomless.

Note 1: Like the vast majority of gods born in the old era, but without death, the Historian's body sleeps in the deepest depths of the Bottomless Mouth. It can only come to the world by will, and its purpose is to record what the new emperor has done in the world. However, because the soul is too old to bear the huge memory, it often bewitches bards everywhere, using various epics as their memos, but with the development of the times, its objects of confusion have gradually become playwrights and dramatists.

Note 2: It brings endless emptiness and pain to human beings, but also fame, wisdom, status, and wealth.

The historian slowly spoke: "In my long career in book history, the decline and fall of the cyclops is only a trivial stroke, do you want to see something more terrifying?" A flood that swept through nine out of nine lands? A virulent infectious disease transmitted by the air, supporting the giant birds of half of the American continent? These ancient histories have been forgotten by the world, but they lie quietly in my history books......"

Li Yan smiled: "I don't doubt Your Excellency's might, but I won't be bluffed by a few words of vernacular after winning a tough battle." ”

“……”

The historian was speechless for a while, and only sighed for a long time and said: "The winged insect is really enviable, how many emperors do we have to go through before we can have a pair of wings?" ”

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and then fell into a brief shock.

"You mean?"

Li Yan hurriedly said.

Little by little, the historian retreated into the black mist.

"You're not worth it for me to tamper with history, that will make me forget more. But I remember what you look like, Outer God! You succeeded in getting me to give up Dorothy, but I will forever haunt those dark-haired and black-eyed people who are connected to you...... They will be my pen and write a new history of the emperor for me. ”

After a while, Li Yan's face had calmed down a lot. When he heard the historian's threat, he just smiled indifferently: "This is not necessarily a bad thing for them. ”

Li Yan didn't hear a response again, and the black mist wrapped around the historian completely disappeared.

At the same time, Li Yan's consciousness sank into the bizarre and indescribable state again.

Twisted clocks and folded curves, billions of fish swimming in the starry sky, giant roaring eyes, balls of flesh covered with tentacles and suckers, staggered white stairs and doors, inside which are crimson swirls. There is also the gorgeous Aurora Star Sea.

Eventually, everything shattered.

"In your communication with the historians, you have obtained some new information that has not been recorded in the Yan Zhao Society."

"Your private ninja attempts to write an exploration log of Yu Bingzi 128 in your name, and all Yan Fu walks who attempt to consult or quote this exploration log must pay you some fee. At the same time, inside the Yan Zhao Society, some of the records that only the Seven Palace-level Yan Fu can access will also be opened to you in advance. Is it allowed? ”

"Yes."

Li Yan opened his eyes, and his gaze returned to the front of the stage of the Black Rose Theater again.

There was a long dead silence.

These viewers can only see the content before the appearance of the cyclops, that is, the story of Li Yan helping the Steam Princess team up to defeat the giant, but even so, they still exploded.

"What is this? Dorothy actually acted like this. ”

"This is the worst Giant's Lake I've ever seen, and there's no worse ending than this."

The crowd was excited, many viewers left the venue angrily, and more people shouted Dorothy's name, hoping that she would come out and give herself an explanation.

Surprisingly, a well-known black virtuoso was outraged by the ending, even more than the white audience at the scene, even though the plot of this version is almost indistinguishable from the old version of "Lake of the Giants" that was also shown in San Francisco a few years ago, the only difference is that it was a simple and reliable black man who helped Princess Steam kill the giant, and died a heroic death.

"The Chinese have no contribution to the city, they don't deserve to defeat the giants with the Steam Princess."

He shouted angrily.

Seeing that the situation was about to be out of control, the theater had no choice but to use steam guards to maintain order, and in the noise, Li Yan had already gotten up and left the theater.

The same chaotic scene is not only seen in the Black Rose Theater, but the protagonist is changed.

The copper-colored steam airship flew over the docks, and Saint-Yve's face was unusually calm.

Around several railway lines leading to San Francisco's new town, thousands of Chinese blocked the factory entrance, holding wooden signs and slogans in their hands.

"Oppose the new bill!"

"Fight discrimination, protect immigrants."

"A stain on democracy!"

The security personnel of the Enfield Arms Company were all equipped with light steam armaments, and many of them carried guns, but there were so few of them that a dozen or so security personnel with guns looked at each other and were at a loss for a moment.

"It's a pity, Monsieur Saint-Yve, that they don't seem to have taken your warnings to heart."

Agent Duke shrugged, "These people aren't going to give up. Do you want me to help? Pinkerton is professional. ”

In addition to fighting crime, the Pinkerton Detective Agency is most notorious for suppressing the workers' movement.

A few years ago, there was a massive strike at Andrew Steel, and Pinkerton was hired to suppress it, shooting at the striking workers, killing at least fifteen people. Duke said he was a professional, and what he said was true.

"You're right," Saint-Yves sighed, "they won't give up, hmph, I would have liked to come back from the Expo and spare my energy to deal with these Chinese workers." But they are too self-conscious. ”

Saint-Yves turned to Duke: "Agent Duke, I asked Pinkerton for a hire, but I don't need you to help me suppress the strike. ”

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Monsieur Saint-Yves?"

"Thanks to the fact that I have a talented employee...... "Saint-Yves sneered, "I didn't need these cheap Chinese workers for a long time." ”