When Doug returned to the hotel where he was staying, night was approaching, and the streets were extremely clean under the dark sky, and the occasional pedestrian hurried a few steps past, as if a beast was chasing him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, there are no beasts in this city...... But there is a hairy son of God entrenched in the Sanin Grand Chapel. The reason for the outrage is that this exalted being has a very bad record, and after all his comings, he has been slaughtered, and many descriptions of him in the temple texts end with this sentence: 'Then Gastis came and burned all evil'...... What's more, he had already started to do it earlier today, and the instant death of more than a thousand people made the entire Xi'an feel strange, and people waited in fear, but they didn't know what they were waiting for.

"Hey. ”

Doug lowered his head and entered the door of the small restaurant below the hotel, and after looking up for a while, he found the little girl sitting alone by the window: "Have you ordered something good?"

There were very few diners in the small restaurant, and all of them were hotel guests, and they all looked sad because they couldn't leave because of the total lockdown of Xi'an.

"There's nothing you want to eat. ”

Fifian's gaze retracted from the window, and his delicate little face didn't show a smile until he saw Doug: "The blockade is very strong, and the boss said that a small shop like him can't buy a lot of things." ”

"Oh. ”

Doug was still circling in his mind about how to use the 'noble' resources of West, which had just arrived, and responded casually, raising his hand and making a gesture to the listless boss over there for a glass of ale: "Is there any news?"

He asked in a low voice, sucking his mouth at the pillar of light, which was brighter than usual.

"After Gastith slaughtered the believers, the whole Xi'an was locked down, but the people were panicked, everyone was driven by fear to flee, the situation was already very tense, and it was about to reach a critical point. ”

Fifian also lowered his voice and replied, "If it weren't for the statement issued by Kuriseman that Gregory would personally come forward to refute the rumors tomorrow, I'm afraid that a devastating panic would have occurred today! Even so, the current atmosphere is very abnormal." ”

"Well, when I came back, I saw that there were almost no pedestrians on the street. ”

Seeing the shopkeeper with his drooping head move over with ale, Doug stopped talking, and as soon as he put it down, he picked it up and killed half of it: "What about the rest of the news?"

"We can't detect the inside of the Great Sanctuary, just in case, Linax is personally monitoring the vicinity,"

Fifian began to report on the results of the reconnaissance of several flying props placed in key locations during this time," ...... Sivol sent several documents to the palace in succession, apparently trying to get Sophomandis to negotiate with Gastis. ”

"Thorpmandis?"

Doug's eyes narrowed. As a matter of caution, he immediately added a continuing request after the ceremony to 'let Thorpmandis carry out the king's work without arousing suspicion', which at present consumed very little energy, and even his own divine power was more than enough: "How is he doing there?"

"Very well, it didn't arouse anyone's suspicion. Fifian nodded affirmatively, and the Third Prince—oh no, we should call him His Majesty the Emperor now—had a flying prop by his side to watch his movements: "Every move is perfect, really like a king! ”

“...... Well, there shouldn't be any problem. ”

After thinking for a moment, Doug nodded slowly, and poured down the rest of the ale, but unexpectedly turned another thought in his heart - the requirement to keep Sopmandis behaving normally consumed very little energy, and with this momentum, he could easily bear it until Sopmandis became. Crimson the Great', but now that Thorpemandis's actions can be said to be completely manipulated by himself, and major events can be found in Fifian's history textbooks, how should the usual administrative work be handled? Do you need to ensure that every tiny detail is consistent with history? Or can there be another choice?

True******...... Troublesome!

Suddenly feeling irritable, Doug put his cup down heavily and stood up suddenly.

"I'll take a look, I can't let him take over this matter, something will happen. ”

He frowned and explained to Fifian in a deep voice, turned around and walked upstairs: "As far as he looked at the coronation, even his mother, a former saint, can see through it at a glance, if you really want to meet the adult who likes to burn things, it will definitely be exposed in an instant, and then we will have fun!"

"Doug—"

Fifian also stood up, looked at Doug, who had stopped because of her call, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and finally said a smile with a smile: "Be careful!"

The girl's delicate little face had regained that clear smile, but Doug could clearly feel her hesitation and uneasiness even without the eyes of the gods, and the slender little body, which was usually full of vitality and momentum, now seemed so lonely and hesitant, which was regrettable.

...... It seems that he is not the only one who is running around to 'preserve history' but turns out to be confused and troubled!

Doug sighed in his heart, with a smile on his face, made a 'no problem' gesture to the little girl, turned back to the upstairs room, skillfully disguised himself as Tutang Carmen, and with a flick of his finger, the figure immediately began to fade and disappear in the space.

The reason why he disguised himself as Tutang Carmen was because his additional requirement after the coronation ceremony was for Sophomandis to maintain the 'normal reaction of a king who would not be suspected', and who dared to guarantee what kind of reaction Sopmandis would consider 'normal' after suddenly seeing a stranger in his room? So even if the other party was completely manipulated by himself, Doug still meticulously disguised it, and prudence has always been his motto, and this time was no exception.

When he reappeared, his surroundings had changed completely—the frescoes of the dome by the famous artists, the intricate patterns of the bed drapes adorned with tassels, a tea set of luxurious materials and exquisite design, the comfortable and soft precious carpets, the tables, chairs and bookshelves with a long history...... and, a bust portrait of Anagu II.

"That's what the king's chamber looks like!"

After glancing around, Doug looked at the very ordinary room decoration with a little disappointment and shook his head slightly: "I thought it really looked like the stories I heard when I was a kid were full of shiny gold...... A big bed made of gold, a table and chairs made of gold, a toilet made of gold, ......"

He walked to the sleeping Sopmandis on the bed, and at the same time made the room soundproof, and as he approached, Sopmandis on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the next moment he was already squatting on the bed, and his right hand also held the weapon that he didn't know where to hide, until he turned his eyes and saw the iconic old face of Tutang Carmen, then he stopped his follow-up martial arts and slowly straightened up.

"Hello, Master Tutang Carmen. ”

He got out of bed with a smile, his expression was natural and peaceful, but his clear red pupils revealed sharpness and majesty, which was completely the standard king's speech: "Is it that something bad happened when you appeared in such a hurry?"

“...... Oh no, just a piece of information for you. ”

Doug stared at Thorpe Mandis with some distraction - how amazing, knowing that the vivid actions of His Majesty the Emperor in front of him were completely controlled by his own divine power, but every move was so natural and perfect, he didn't need his own control at all!

His original idea was to add a request of 'not accepting Sivor's opinion', but after meeting Sopmandis, the strange feeling of 'this person is alive' just mentioned made him suddenly want to try his hand at communication.

"That must be a very important piece of information. ”

Sopmandis's heroic face became serious, and he neatly pulled it on his head a few times, and then tied his long golden hair into a bunch at will, and hung it on his shoulders like silk, even if the lights in the room were not turned on, Doug still felt as if there was a sun-like color illuminating the darkness in the room: "It's really hard to let you come in such a hurry, and I express my deep gratitude to you on behalf of the Wright Empire!"

I don't know if it's the role of divine power, or if Sophomandis has such a hidden quality, in short, Doug found that a lot has changed after his coronation, the former persistent and sincere third prince seems to be slowly disappearing, and a graceful, elegant, calm and tough young emperor is gradually revealing the tip of the iceberg.

Is this the future Crimson Emperor?

“...... You're welcome. ”

Doug finally came to his senses from that strange feeling, coughed dryly, and began to officially enter the role: "I have received word that the Imperial Speaker Sivol Cabech has prepared a complicated plan to gradually push you into opposition to the Temple of Radiance, so that we can consume each other so that he can profit from it - I reckon his papers have already been delivered to the palace. ”

He no longer had the slightest sense of condensation in his role as Tutang Carmen, and his old voice was calm and indifferent, as if everything was under control.

"Oh, yes, Master Tutang Carmen, the servants have sent a few documents in the afternoon, and it was Sivor who asked me to intervene in the mediation between the Empire and the Templars. ”

Sopu Mandis immediately thought about it, and Yingwu's face immediately sank slightly: "Is there any trap in it? Please tell the master in detail!"

"How can we guess what the jackal is thinking!"

Doug sneered lightly at Sivor, who was known as the Fat Jackal, "But one thing is for sure - Your Majesty, you cannot agree to be a mediator between the two sides under any circumstances. The High Sanin has sent his 'Inquisitor', Lord Gastis, to the world with a mission, and any stone that stands in the way of this path will be burned to ashes before the mission of the Lord God is completed...... Do you understand?"

"I see, thank you for coming all the way to remind you, Master Tutang Carmen. ”

After a moment's deep groaning, Sophomandis calmly thanked Doug: "Please rest assured, I am first and foremost one of the guardians of the Temple of Radiance, and then the emperor of this country, please rest assured, I will do my best to protect the interests of the Temple!

He paused as he was about to pray, a hint of confusion in his eyes, and after a moment, his expression quickly returned to normal.

"I beg your pardon. ”

He pinched his forehead and tried to explain, "Maybe my injuries have not fully recovered, and whenever I am ready to pray, it causes severe headaches, so I haven't performed my routine prayer for a long time, but may the Lord God not blame me for my slackness!"

Those clear red eyes revealed sincere piety, and Doug's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt a slight blockage in his chest.

"Your Majesty was wounded in the battle against evil, and surely it will not be so easy to heal...... Rest in peace, my majesty, the Supreme Lord God will not care about such a trivial matter. Doug casually comforted him, bowed slightly and slowly stepped back, quietly disappearing into the darkness under the gaze of those red eyes, like dark chocolate melted in coffee.

“......”

Sophomandis watched in the direction of Doug's disappearance, the smile on his face quickly faded, and his heroic face began to become indifferent but tough, and his temperament was faintly similar to that of Anagu II in the portrait: "Sivor's still a troublemaker, father...... If it were you, what would you do?"

He frowned and muttered as he stood up, silently removed the sharp saber that hung beside the bed, gently placed it flat beside him, pulled it out until it was just unsheathed, closed his clear red eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

......

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, the figure of Thorpmandis, who was not moving on the bed, blurred for a moment, and then Doug's voice sounded like a whisper in the silent space, and His Majesty the Young Emperor's eyes suddenly opened, but he just listened indifferently like an unconscious puppet.

The voice echoed obscurely for a moment before quickly falling silent, and Sophomandis immediately closed his eyes again, but after an invisible fluctuation flashed, the conservation magic acting on him had changed, and the caster's request added an additional clause of 'Don't see Gastis'.

-- Caution is Doug's instinct.

......

......

Xi'an City, Samwan Flower Paradise.

When Doug once again added a request to Sophomandis, and the invisible fluctuation caused the new king to open his eyes, on the second floor of the flower shop, the young man who was forced to work overtime to prune the flowers suddenly stood up, stretched his hands frantically to the sky, and shouted loudly, "-no!", as if in grief and indignation.

Samwan@Nobodi, who had just finished a bedtime check-up and was coming down from the attic, was so frightened by this sudden voice that he almost fell straight down, and kicked several times in a row on the ladder in embarrassment, so that he successfully stabilized his body and did not fall to the ground.

"Fio!"

He picked up the flower hoe that loosened the soil and rushed over violently: "You little rabbit, do you want to scare me to death, huh?!"

"No, I can't stand it—"

The young man explained with a bitter face, but the old man didn't have the heart to listen to him, and unceremoniously turned the hoe and slammed it towards the young man's ass: "What can't stand it? I can't stand you anymore! Look at how many precious flowers you have broken absentmindedly this week!"

"Ahh

The boy known as Fio jumped up and down to dodge his attacks, "I mean that...... Don't fight...... Is that the ...... Ah!...... I mean, the Laputa playing the broken piano on the next street is always out of tune, and I can't stand it!"

"Lapta didn't play like that on the first day, why can't you listen to it tonight?

After accidentally hitting the young man, Samwan's strength immediately became much smaller, but his expression was still indignant: "Show me more carefully! If you cut it again this time, you won't have anything to eat tomorrow!"

"Yes, yes......"

Fio rubbed his buttocks, picked up the scissors neatly, and began to work again.

"This little bunny!"

Samwan looked at his busy back, shook his head with a smile, and turned to walk towards the bed at the back of the store: "There is still half a jug of hot milk on the table, remember to clean it up later!"

"Yes, yes......"

The boy waved his hand without looking back, and continued to be skillfully busy, when the monotonous clatter sounded for more than ten minutes, there was a faint sound of snoring in the store, and this sound was like a signal, and immediately made the boy stop his hand movements.

"It's annoying......"

The young man threw away the scissors without any image, and lay on all fours on the dead branches and leaves on the ground, but his face was sad: "What should I do?" Although this time it helped me determine their identity and location, but if I let them do it like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to exist in this plane...... But if I startle the two of them, maybe ......I'm the one who is unlucky enough to disappear."

The young man picked up a delicate bouquet of flowers weakly, and muttered to himself a lot, and could not hear what was coming out of his mouth, but after muttering for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly sat up with his back:

"No, I can't let it go on like this! Let them do it so unscrupulously again, I'm afraid I'll have collapsed before I can disappear! I can't believe I'm being ...... by that kind of guy."

He muttered, gritted his teeth, raised his fingers and snapped his fingers, and his form immediately began to disappear.

“...... Oops, miserable, the flowers haven't been cut yet!"

The boy's exclamation echoed through the empty flower shop.

......

......

"Haven't slept yet?"

When Doug took off his outfit and walked to Fifian's room, he found that the girl was looking at the ceiling with her big clear eyes open, and she looked at the ceiling without blinking, obviously preoccupied.

"Who?...... Ah, Doug, you're back!"

It took a moment for Fifian to react, and she quickly put on her big pajamas and jumped out of bed, and naturally snuggled into Doug's arms.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Feeling the sudden fragility of the little girl, Doug tightened his arms and kissed the delicate little mouth.

“...... Can't sleep. ”

Fifian buried her head in Doug's chest and replied sullenly.

"Can't sleep?...... Why?"

Doug gently combed the little girl's long silky hair, his tone was as soft as possible, but his brows were furrowed.

“......”

The little girl didn't answer, but grabbed Doug's clothes tighter again, and silence suddenly became the only voice in the room.

“...... Doug, "

After a long time, when Doug thought she was asleep, Fifian suddenly called out again.

"Huh?"

Doug's arm exerted force slightly, allowing himself to see Fifian's face: "What's the matter?"

"What if I'm wrong?"

Staring into Doug's eyes, Fifian suddenly said something like this. Yet both she and Doug knew what she was talking about.

Prisoners of time, and redundant angel Borg @ Fixer.

“...... The person who brought me into the 'debt collection for others' business back then was a well-known guy who once said to me - 'Every strange house is an unknown hell, you don't know what dangers are inside, you can only make all the preparations, show all the strength, and then trust your own feelings and make the next choice.'"

Doug stared at the big eyes that could no longer hide the fragility, and a confident smile hung on his face: "Now we are also facing a strange new house, so we can only prepare for everything and trust our feelings - although there is no evidence that we did it right, but again, Bogfexer never showed up, did he?"

"But ......"

Fifian was uneasy about saying something, but was stopped by Doug.

"You can only trust your own feelings. ”

His gaze was firm, and the smile on his face seemed to soothe Fifian, and the girl nodded unconsciously, and her body slowly relaxed, leaning on Doug's shoulder, and began to feel a little sleepy—so she didn't see the change in the expression on Doug's face.

That's right, 'you can only trust your own feelings'.

Doug picked up Fifian in his arms and sent her back to the bed, without the slightest smile on his face. Fifian was his apostle, ally, and lover in the less strict sense of the word, and he had gradually come to trust her completely, but after all he had been in the dark world for a few years, he had already put that imprint on his soul, and it was simply unacceptable to leave his fate in the hands of someone else......

Therefore, he had secretly arranged for several sleeping prisoners with a higher level of education to start collecting and researching relevant information, although the role of mortals in this regard was very weak, but it was better than passively waiting......

"Ahem!"

A sudden, unfamiliar dry cough suddenly interrupted Doug's thoughts, and his pupils contracted sharply in an instant.

"Who?"

He let out a deep sigh, turned and drew his dagger with lightning speed, and with this movement, a soul stone was already in his hand.

"Ahh

Awakened, Fifian opened his eyes, quickly broke free from Doug's arms, and took a fighting stance beside him.

"Ah, which, don't be nervous, I don't have any ill intentions. ”

Under Doug's gloomy gaze, dressed in the coarse cloth apprentice clothes with the words 'Samwan Flower Paradise' written on them, he unexpectedly flashed out from behind the door, squeezing a smile on his face and revealing eight snow-white teeth to show that he had no malicious intent.

“...... Who are you?"

Doug didn't act rashly, but the cold light in his narrowed eyes almost stabbed a person. Although he is the weakest main god, his senses are not weak, and those who can successfully approach such a distance, no matter what kind of appearance they have, must concentrate on dealing with it!

"Well, I'm, well, oh, yes—" The boy seemed to have a little difficulty in introducing himself, but after a moment's pause, his eyes lit up as if a miser had suddenly remembered the gold coins he had forgotten before, and he bent down slightly: "Introduce yourself, Fio McNecher, a stranger who has been in this world for a while, or you may call me a-"

He suddenly smiled again, revealing his eight white teeth again:

"- Sequence Angel!"

......

......

'Wise beings, you have earned the right to live with your wisdom, congratulations, even though this fragile 'reasonableness' could be destroyed at any time......

......

"Fifian?"

Doug frowned, stared at the young man in front of him who was scratching his head a little embarrassedly, and softly called out to Fifian, who was obviously distracted.

......

'From now on, your soul will be under the jurisdiction of the 'Angel of Sequence' Fio McNezhe, and unless you touch the 'rules' again, we will never say goodbye forever.

......

Fifian?...... Fifian!"

Doug raised his voice slightly, and Fifian, whose memory of the redundant Angel Borg Fixer's words echoed in his ears, was finally awakened this time.

"Hmm?...... Yikes!"

She blinked blankly at first, and then the young man in the uniform of the flower shop came into the field of vision of her big eyes, and suddenly reminded her of what had just happened: "You, you said you were a sequence angel?"

The voice is astonished, as if one day a neighbor who often takes out the garbage knocks on your door and tells you that he is actually the king.

"Ah, yes, it's me!"

The boy tried his best to put on a serious expression, but in the rough and simple apprentice's clothes, it didn't look like that, more like a country boy who had just broken away from his family.

"Well, don't be so restrictive...... Actually, the purpose of my coming is very simple," Seeing that no one was talking, the young man gagged and coughed, so he could only continue to sing a one-man show: "The main thing is to ask you, don't continue to make a mess of things!"

Although his expression looked relaxed, the meaning of his words was not so polite.

In the next second, Linax, who sensed the danger, appeared in the room silently, his deep black pupils were cold, and there was no movement, the fluctuation of magic power had instantly filled the entire room, and the air seemed to be frozen, without a little flow.

"If you continue to do this, I'm going to have a hard time!"

The young man did not seem to notice the dangerous atmosphere in the room, and said to himself with a bitter face: "I can cover you up for the usual little troubles, but why don't you appreciate it at all?

"What do you have that proves you're who you are?"

Hearing Borg Fixer's name, Fifian's heart suddenly moved. Redundant angels are extra-ruled, and there are very few people who can know them, and even fewer who can name them correctly - is he really the 'sequence angel' he claims?

Fifian was a little hesitant, but the image of the boy was too ordinary, and Xi'an's streets were full of apprentices dressed like this, and he didn't look like a powerful person! Especially compared to the oversized pomp and circumstance of Borg Fikser when he appeared, the appearance of the young man in front of him was as casual as passers-by knocking on the door and asking for water.

"Well, you're a problem!"

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's too much for me to come up with something earth-shattering to prove it...... Oops!"

Sad!

With the sound of cutting through the air, Doug's dark blade, which suddenly attacked, slashed through the young man's body without any condensation like a wave of air, and his heart suddenly sank, and he immediately increased the energy on the blade, and immediately split a spatial rift, and his figure flashed, and instantly retreated back to the original place.

"I really can't stand it, how can this kind of person be ......"

The apprentice boy didn't react too much after avoiding the blade, but muttered there and didn't know what to say to himself.

"Isn't there any benefit to pretending to be a sequence angel?...... I just don't want you guys to mess around like this, or I'm going to wipe your ass endlessly if I get caught by that nasty guy at Borg @Fixer!and-"

The young man glanced left and right, found a place to carefully take off the rough apprentice uniform on his body, and carefully folded it and put it away: "If I really want to do anything to you, I don't need to play any tricks at all!"

A surging momentum suddenly emanated from the young man's body, dispelling all the magic fluctuations that Linax had filled the room with in an instant, and everyone felt as if their bodies were bound by something, unable to move the slightest, even Linax, who was not an entity now, was no exception, and even the operation of the magic power in his body was suppressed and almost came to a standstill!

"-yes!"

The boy instantly retracted that amazing momentum and returned to smiling, while the rest of the room couldn't laugh, Linax's expression became even more solemn, and the dark shadows that made up the body continued to appear small ripples, faintly flickering, as if something was going on.

Doug looked at the strange young man in front of him and slowly put away the blade. "Sequence Angel ...... Feo McNecher?"

The boy immediately showed an expression of 'you finally believe me', and breathed a sigh of relief.

"yes, that's me. ”

He smiled and nodded to Doug, exhaling with relief, "Finally someone believed...... That's how we can get down to business!"

“...... Serious business?"

Doug patted Fifian's little hand that unconsciously grabbed his clothes, and took a step forward quietly, covering the sight between the boy and Linax: "What is the matter?

"Actually, it's nothing. ”

The young man turned around and picked up his clothes, and put them on with his back to everyone without care: "Just now, I also talked to, uh, this lovely little girl, just to tell you not to cause more trouble......"

"'Incident'?"

Doug's sharp eyes stared at the young man's eyes, and he pulled the corners of his mouth without a smile: "What kind of 'incident'? Speaking of which, I am the person who most wants to stay away from trouble, how can I take the initiative to cause any 'incident'?"

Especially with a hassle like the one now!

"Alas!"

The boy seemed to sigh helplessly, Doug only felt a flower in front of him, and then the boy's voice became a ringing in his ears: "I know, in fact, you are also a victim, I will forget it." ”

Ignoring the stiffness of Doug's whole body and the shadow blade that appeared black again, the young man who called himself Fio @McNetzer patted Doug on the back with emotion, and then hugged his shoulders affectionately and whispered softly like a good brother: "But, no matter what, you did cause me a lot of trouble!"

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Let me explain, some book friends have posted a lot of opinions that the setting of 'time prisoners' is 'unreasonable', which really makes me wonder what to say...... In fact, from the very beginning, I have always explained the problem of "time prisoners" from the perspective of the characters in the book, and I have always stated their self-righteous opinions through their mouths, and never set this premise from the author's point of view - in fact, the plot has long been implicitly denied this statement, such as the two assassinations are actually very different from the original, but they survived in a daze, etc...... I have to say that some book friends do have limited patience and are not careful enough to read books......

Also, to avoid further discussion of the rationality of this setting, here is a slight spoiler that Borg Fixer was not referring to Doug or Fifian when he said "prisoner of time...... That's all it takes. (To be continued.) )