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"I'm honored. ”

It was the only answer Magellan could ever have wanted, and he knew very well that no one in the world really knew how different he was.

"As you might have guessed, I'm a descendant of those refugees, but it's not just blood that has survived, it's also thoughts. I must not allow the efforts of my ancestors to be in vain, and that chart must remain out of reach of man......"

"What are you afraid of?"

Magellan stood up and prepared to leave.

"Charts can be hidden, but routes can't, land can't, there are no explorers, there will be navigators, captains of the Royal Navy, plant hunters, Brittania is far away from the Central Country, but times have changed. ”

"Are you going to let the explorer take the route map?"

"It's my thing. ”

Magellan walked up to the door, ready to open it.

"Then let's talk about things that all of us have, outsiders. ”

Magellan paused, remembering the moment he first saw the world.

It was a gloomy early spring evening, clouds were over the city, there was not a hint of wind, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning coal.

The newborn baby Magellan, lying in an alley, struggled to turn his gaze, and everywhere he could see, except for the lead-gray clouds, there was only the black of pig iron.

His mind was so clear that it wasn't what a newborn baby should be, but he had no control over his body and didn't know why he was here.

An innate strength of reason controlled him, so that he did not lose his mind because of this sudden change, and after a long time, many of his questions were answered, but some were never answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You know the maelstrom, right?"

"Does that have anything to do with me?"

"You have the same characteristics as the outsiders who came into this world through the maelstrom, the breath of this world. ”

"Does that have anything to do with you, with the Central Country?"

"There are some things in this world that only you can do. ”

Magellan sighed and opened the door.

"Come to me when you've figured out what I'm going to do. ”

Silence returned to the room, and the man who had brought Magellan with him entered the room silently.

"He's too arrogant. ”

"No, he's just suspicious of me. ”

"Arrogance!"

"You're surprised?"

He ...... Is it really a child of Destiny?"

"You're using the wrong word, but it doesn't matter, he did what only the chosen one can do. ”

"If he's not, are we going to let him do that?"

"He's the only one. ”

"......"

The man swallowed what he was about to say, and the old man's breath told him unequivocally that it was time for rest.

"Good night. ”

......

"Against. ”

There weren't many hunters sitting around the stage, and anyone who spoke would draw the attention of everyone else.

"The so-called collapse of the dark world has nothing to do with us at all, and the hunters have nothing to do with order in the first place. ”

"Mutual attacks within the hunters are absolutely not allowed, especially this kind that cannot be concealed!"

"No, no one even knew they were hunters. ”

"It's not something hunters should be involved in. ”

Sherlock Holmes sat calmly in the middle of the pillar of light, listening to the arguments among the hunters, feeling the undercurrents surging in the darkness hidden in the heights.

More unseen hunters are arguing in their own way, and they are also unconclusive.

"I've heard of you, Detective Holmes, that you're one of the few people in your time who has left wisdom on the island. ”

"And you, Professor Moriarty," Holmes replied with a smile, "I am very disappointed. At least I've never seen a person with a basic education think that the mastermind of a murder is not a criminal. ”

"I never thought about it that way, and I don't think I shouldn't be judged. Between us, Sherlock Holmes, the only disagreement between us is that I think it's better to maintain the status quo, and you don't think so. ”

"The other thing is, I don't think it's necessary to go through the hunters. ”

"I've never sought refuge from the Hunter, Mr. Holmes, and you see, we may have more in common than you might think, and it's the Hunter who interfered with your actions in order to keep the Dark World from getting out of hand...... And I'm part of the dark world. ”

Then this boring argument will continue. ”

Watson saw a familiar sign in Holmes's expression that the great detective was losing patience and was now in the process of solving the case, but admittedly, it was indeed boring. Professor Moriarty had been a pastime that Sherlock Holmes had prepared for himself, but now the latter found Mr. Professor to be very boring.

The Hunters' arguments are a rare variant of parliamentary discussion, and they never hide their personalities or attack each other, but they still make Magellan lose interest in finding information from conversation.

"The night is still long, Mr. Detective......"

......

It's dawn.

Magellan, as usual, walked out of the room as the first rays of the morning sun shone into the room.

It was a day destined to be spent under a cloud cover, and the altostratus clouds left only a gap on the eastern horizon, and as soon as the sun rose, it fell into the clouds.

Tall chimneys stand at the end of the city, reaching upwards into the clouds, as if they were spewing out of them, and on the other side of the city, far away from them, stand ornate minarets, the traces of essence infection cannot be concealed, like ornate trendy decorations, noisy but clean.

The city has never been so bustling and dirty, the new world is just around the corner, everything is within reach as long as you leave the city, but leaving itself, is the biggest problem.

Magellan didn't care, he always felt that order in the dark was a joke, he didn't care.

Chaos hurts, but Magellan will gladly accept it.

When he reached the front of the Countess's residence, the city had fully awakened.

......

"Welcome, Professor Magellan. The countess greeted Magellan in the garden, where she was preparing to have breakfast. "You look a little tired. ”

"A lot happened last night. Magellan, trying not to make his sitting posture indecent, collapsed in his chair in exhaustion, rubbing his aching eyes with his right hand, "I think you might be able to help me ......"

"What are you doing?"

The countess smiled and put the strawberries on the cake on the table into her mouth.

"There are some problems. ”