454

On the first day of February, the Angel of the Word came to the vicinity of Silver City during the second census of the Forsaken Lands.

The old angel with a staggered appearance carried an old lantern burning with a black spiritual fire, and a twisted wooden staff, swaying alone in the endless darkness and the occasional electric light, like the cards of the "hermit".

When the lightning in the sky was high, Steven, the Angel of the Word, stopped in a valley about a hundred kilometers away from Silver City, and stood on a steep cliff, staring at the ruins ahead with the light of thunder and lightning—a thriving human city that once traded with the Silver Country, and was inhabited mainly by humans, and some of the goodwill foreigners.

Cities are beautiful, orderly, and vibrant, like every city-state and kingdom under the Creator.

Steever's eyes conjure up a sun-drenched land, with old-fashioned people talking and laughing, and children and teenagers playing in the streets with food and fruit.

The illusory sunlight vanished from her eyes, and the night sky was torn apart by hideous lightning.

The ruins of the city were divided into three parts, one on the cliff, one on the valley, and one behind the great chasm, on the other side of the cliff.

With such ruins, it is easy to deduce the cause of the city's destruction: the earth cracked, the mountain peaks collapsed, the houses fell into the valley with the people, a good city was split into three parts, and the survivors on both sides faced each other across the valley, and soon all died in the eternal darkness that followed, and its name and history were buried forever in darkness.

Steven paused for a long time on the cliff, then finally turned around and staggered west.

Her first census failed, and Steper made a profound review of it in her year-end report.

She thought that her main mistake was to be too impatient, and she didn't even know the state of the "Angel of Destiny" before it was restarted, so she rashly started searching, and as a result, she traveled to all the city-states without finding any useful information.

She wasted a lot of time, but fortunately, the "angel of fate" had not yet been born, and the merciful Lord had not sinned. And now that half a year has passed, Lord Ulorius should take shape no matter what he says, no matter how he should show some of the miracles of the King of Angels, if there is no news this time, it means that Lord Ulorius is not in the land of God forsaken at all!

The lightning didn't stop in the sky, and Steper walked slowly forward.

Counting the time spent visiting several other small towns along the way, she would probably be able to reach the border of Silver City tonight.

455

In the morning, Crane informed Duckwell of the news of Roin King to the fat pharmacist.

Darkwell was shocked by the efficiency of the adventurer he had entrusted with the medical treatment, and he was shocked by the news itself and quickly paid the money under the threat of the adventurer. In the process, Crane notices that the fat pharmacist's bird has been observing him.

Is it also the "audience" pathway? Crane guessed in his mind.

After completing this commission, the great adventurer Gelman Sparrow was once again idle, and he was a little uncomfortable.

But now was not a good time for him to show his face, because the news of the death of the "sick lieutenant general" came out of nowhere, as seemed to confirm that her fleet had been broken up by several other pirate generals. Then I don't know where the real information came out, the "Sick Lieutenant General" was assassinated on the night when he retrieved the red-haired Yin Lian, and the entire flagship "Black Death" was destroyed, and she and the red-haired Yin Lian were nowhere to be found - based on this information, many third-rate love stories with Crane looking at tooth acid were derived, and countless heart-wrenching plots were imagined out of thin air, and in the end, they often ended with both of them retiring.

That's right, they've retired, it's best to investigate the red-haired Yin Lian who mysteriously disappeared, and don't suspect me......

Hey, but the newspapers of various countries actually published about it! Like when Ziringers was buried in Beckland, although the momentum was not so great, the countries stamped one thing, that is, the "sick lieutenant general" is really dead!

"A witch...... Witches like Triss can easily instigate so many people to kill each other, and a witch who has been a pirate for so many years has no idea how many lives will be on her hands......"

"What is this feeling of loss right now? If you think about it, I'm not sympathizing with her, I'm probably just feeling a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, after all, in front of those demigod powerhouses, I am as fragile as her, and I can crush it with one finger......"

"Theresie's bounties in various countries are also tens of thousands, I don't know if those strong people will claim ......"

After a short walk outside, and having lunch in an inexplicable mood, Crane returned to the inn. He banished all the nonsense rumors he had heard from pirates and sailors along the way, took off his coat and poured into the soft bed, ready to lie down like this, and the spirit went to the source fort to continue to play the role of "sea god".

He lay down for more than ten minutes, and suddenly reached out to cover his face.

"There will be no one in the Aurora Society to retaliate against me, not even a single one to warn me!"

"With their ability to act, as long as the true Creator shows the slightest displeasure, I guess the Sage will come and kill me with a gas explosion last night - yes, she said I can only be resurrected again."

"How could a god not have time to take revenge on me? It's just that she doesn't want to...... She really took me for a roller! ”

Crane hid his face with his hands, uncomfortable with the inexplicable kindness of the true Creator.

After all, the Aurora Society is in line with the true creator's habits all along, and it can be said that it is notorious in the extraordinary world, only better than the Rose School. Even if you have a little more affection for the real creator for the sake of your fellow ancients, it doesn't mean that you, a normal person with modern education, can accept them, let alone be her scroller with peace of mind!

"Why did she tell me this information so seriously? Is it because of the source fort and the fate of my future that the source fort symbolizes? ”

How terrifying this fate must have been, it actually made a powerful god who had been famous for a long time choose to wait and see and win over!

Why me—why me?

It suddenly occurred to Crane that if he hadn't tried to communicate with Fort Source after waking up, this fate might not have been his own.

Nowadays, it is impossible to break away from the Source Fort, I need its divination ability, I need it to open the Tarot Society, and I need it to complete the sacrifice and prayer rituals...... The benefits of Fort Source are so great that Crane can't let them go.

"Hey, I don't want to think so much!"

"Becoming stronger is the last word right now, and even Source Fort can't make me a demigod out of thin air. If I have Fort Source, I'd still let Ince Zangwill get away with it, then I might as well lie back in the coffin! ”

Crane bred his spirits and threw out so many messy bad thoughts out of the clouds, then got up for the ceremony and headed to the Source Castle.

While preparing to bring the "Poseidon Scepter" from the clutter pile, something suddenly occurred to him.

That is Will Ensette, the paper crane that the mercury snake folded with his own hands, is still in his hand!

The story of the Thousand Paper Cranes is still fresh in Crane's memory, because it was through that object that Will Onsetin located Dr. Allen's astral spirit, and when he traveled in the spirit world in his dreams, he instilled information into him, formed revelations, and evolved into specific dreams.

Later, Crane replaced Will Onsetin's one with a thousand paper cranes folded by himself, and did divination on the gray mist, but failed to get a valid conclusion, until Dr. Allen's wife was pregnant, and he learned about the time calculation and the situation of sequence 1 to sequence 0, guessing that it was Will Onsetin, who swallowed the tail and restarted, guessed that the other party was engaged in a fierce battle with other "snakes of fate" in sequence 0, and the corresponding nightmare brought by the thousand paper cranes was just an addition, and the real role was to help Will Onsettin become a baby in a secret way.

Now, the mystery has gradually been solved, and the identity of another "Serpent of Destiny" that he had guessed at the beginning has been confirmed, which is one of the founders of the "Rose of Redemption", the "Angel of Destiny" Ulorius.

The funniest thing about this incident is that Crane's folded paper crane was replaced by Beckland's night watchman as Will Unsetin's original, and one of them was forged by their rougher hand.

"That paper crane was thrown by me on the gray mist, and I almost forgot about it...... Using it for divination can only lead to revelations from the very Mohu Lake, and if nothing else, it is difficult to deduce that the child conceived by Dr. Allen's wife is Will Ensette. Onsettin can use it to determine the location of the spirit realm, just as the magic mirror Arodes relies on the breath of gray mist to connect to the radio receiver from the spirit world......"

"Well, there seems to be a possibility...... "Crane sat up straight, with a very creative idea.

He felt that he could use the paper crane to communicate with Will Ansetin in his dreams!

This may not be of much use to me now, and even hides a certain danger, but if Will Onsetin is really the "snake of fate" of the Life School, I will definitely be able to get a certain amount of favor by providing the corresponding information...... For this kind of angel king-level existence, it is necessary to invest in advance, and when he is really born, maybe there will be dozens of times the return, and he won't die if he tries anyway, uh, if I die, I can be resurrected once...... Crane was vigilant and took out the pendulum first to begin divination if it was dangerous.

After some hectic work, he determined that the danger of the event was acceptable, and he used the ritual to bring the thousand paper cranes back to the real world from the gray mist.

"I hope that the aura above the gray mist does not neutralize its own specialness, otherwise Will Onsetin will not be able to locate it, well...... the sequence in front of the 'Serpent of Destiny' is 'Prophet', will what I wait to do be what Will Onsetin expected?

"The reason why he chose Dr. Allen as his father was because Dr. Allen was my friend and could connect with me? Wouldn't that be too narcissistic......"

"There's one question, though, Will. After Ansettin used the thousand paper cranes to locate Dr. Allen, he could just 'reincarnate' directly, why did he have repeated nightmares, and that dream also revealed the battle between the 'snake of fate', for an ordinary person, he neither understood nor could play any role in this matter, isn't this seducing the blind with his eyes?

"Will. The dream created by Angsitin was shown to me? ”

Crane frowned slightly, and had a certain guess.

Putting his doubts down, he picked up the round-bellied pen, soaked up the ink, and considered leaving a sentence on the paper crane to attract the attention of Will Onsetin, the "snake of fate".

What to write about? Crane thinks back to the life school encounter described by Arodes, and feels that there is one sentence that encompasses everything, but is also very distinct and contains a wealth of feelings.

That sentence is:

"Your house has blown up!"

This sentence is too vulgar and too direct, and it reminds me of those two bickering hunters, and Will Unsetin may not be the speaker of the School of Life...... Crane pondered for a moment, and wrote different words on each surface to form a short sentence:

"Royin Kim has been arrested."

With all this done, Crane put away his pen and stuffed the paper crane into his wallet, just as Dr. Allen had done.

Next, he began to think about how to get rid of the residual pollution in the "black eyes".

……

Wet rats crawl through the dirty alleys like garbage heaps with their earthworm tails in tow.

A hungry dog pounced, and the wet rat slammed away from its mouth.

There was a knock on the door of the woman in a tattered bloody robe, her eyes misty, and sometimes flashing with a fierce light like a beast.

The young man who opened the door was startled at first, and then his face was bitter, and he kept looking left and right, urging repeatedly:

"Get out of here! Wen Xia, do you know that your bounty has been plastered all over the streets? Get out of here, you're the only one on the police station's bounty list who broke two hundred pounds! ”

"Do you know how many people want to trade your head for money? How dare you walk on the streets! ”

The woman named Wen Xia rolled her eyes sluggishly, and a maniacal smile appeared on her face, which was half covered by her loose hair:

"So what......

"They can't catch me, they are disgusting explorers from the northern continent, stealing the tombs of our ancestors and taking the wealth of our lives, should I be afraid of them......? Impossible. ”

She dreamed, "It doesn't matter how many comes, I'll kill them all and sacrifice them to the great god." ”

"Well, twenty more sacrifices are enough......"

After the two exchanged some things, seeing that she hadn't left yet, the bitter gourd-faced young man was so anxious that he was about to jump to his feet:

"Crazy! You're really crazy! You've been crazy since that day of collective prayer! I'll just say she shouldn't have dragged you! ”

He stretched out his hand to push Wen Xia away who was standing at the door, but he didn't dare to touch it for fear of the crazy and terrifying temperament on the other party, and after turning his hand in the air, he went back and began to sort out his clothes.

"Okay, you're not afraid, I'm afraid of it? I don't have that terrible power of yours, and I don't have a candle, so you should leave for my life, okay?! ”

Wen Xia took two steps out, the chaos in her eyes disappeared slightly, and she asked:

"One last question."

"Your mother is a member of the Rose School, why aren't you involved?"

"Me? That was when I was a kid, my mother was beaten to death when I was five years old! The young man was frightened by this term, and was shocked that Wen Xia dared to say the name of this organization outside. As if he was in a hurry to clear up the relationship, he quickly closed the door, pointed to a palm-wide slit, and said in a panic, "I don't want to be killed, I just want to live in peace, and I don't want to participate in any resistance!" Damn, I shouldn't have gone with you to that prayer in the first place! Mace went crazy and became a murderer, and you're crazy too......"

Wen Xia looked at him quietly, did not blame the other party's cowardice, but just said:

"I'm leaving."

"I'm running out of candles and need yours. I won't come back to you in the future. ”

"Sure enough, it's a candle problem? How do you know I secretly took a small piece of ...... It's good that I didn't light it......" The young men all closed the door in a muttered manner, and the sound was cut off by the dilapidated wooden door.

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and left the street with vague steps.

Under the dim sky, people were hurrying with their heads bowed, and the town was so lifeless that even the young people could not see it. There was silence all around, and there was not even a figure in the square. The shops and the hotel opened their doors and opened their hungry mouths listlessly. There wasn't even a beggar bow near the store.

Wen Xia noticed that the eyes of several people in the shadows were falling on her, whether they were slave traders or simply wanted to commit murder. The slave traders probably won't stay here, and she's seen a lot of the perpetrators...... Unimpressed, she staggered to the mouth of an alley, where a pair of dark blue eyes peeked out from the shadows.

The serial killer asked coldly, "Got it?" ”

Wen Xia nodded, and a little smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded: "Was he scared by you?" You used to be one of the most cheerful of us, but now you've become like this, hehe......"

It's only been a few months since he escaped, and the serial killer who already had nearly 100 lives in his hands sneered when he heard this, he rubbed his face, smoothed out his frowning brows, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose, revealing a warm smile that was exactly the same as in the past:

"He didn't see it."

But his smile disappeared immediately, and the serial killer said with some annoyance:

"The guy didn't dare to light it, and he ended up throwing it into the river! I went down to the river to look for it, but I didn't find anything, and I guess it's long gone. ”

Wen Xia looked at the other party's soaked boots and the lower half of his trouser legs, and smiled with a little sincerity. She raised her hand, and in the palm of her hand lay a small candle head as long as a knuckle:

"It's enough for us to order a few times. There is no other candle left, how can we contact God in the future? ”

The serial killer disagreed: "It's not something we should be bothered about. ”

"What we have to do is to keep going, to the northwest, to the stronghold of the Rose School, and to participate in the great sacrifice dedicated to His Highness Siea."

Wen Xia nodded, and the two of them put on the worn-out cloaks they had prepared, and left the city together that was not a slum but a slum.

Shortly after they left, a ragged man glanced longingly at the wanted notice on the wall, then bent over and approached the door of the police station. Standing at the door stood a police officer in a brand-new military coat with a small bag on his wrist filled with confiscated Southern Continent chestnuts. The middle-aged police officers with leather boots shining on their feet peeled and steamed chestnuts one by one to eat, and saliva unconsciously secreted from the ragged locals.

The native approached cautiously, nodded and said:

"Long ...... Sir! He was anxious to receive the reward and give his family a hot meal, ignoring the distorted expression on the officer's face looking at the disgusting object, and the local whispered, "Suspicious person! Suspicious people are coming to our town! ”

He said too quickly, his voice was too quiet, worried that the police master didn't hear it, so he subconsciously took two steps forward, and then was kicked to the ground.

"Damn it, it stinks!" The expression on the face of the pot-bellied police officer was even more distorted, "You're covered in mud and garbage, and you have to lick my boots clean!" ”

The locals were kicked so that they couldn't straighten their waists, and quickly half-knelt on the ground and bowed their heads to apologize.

The officer scrutinized his new boots, peeled a chestnut, and then asked slowly, "Suspicious?" ”

"That's right! Right! ”

He wasn't sure who the strange woman was, but he saw that the woman had given the young man a few bills, and they didn't look like street girls and pimps. The locals hurriedly said, "I saw them walk into the alley, right next to it, and I can lead the way...... That kid's parents were both from the Rose School, and they died more than ten years ago, and that kid really ...... Sure enough, there is collusion with the cult! ”

The two sides were not far away, and the police officer was shocked: "Is the wanted criminal gone?" ”

"Go, go, just left."

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief, turned his body slightly to the left, went back to the police station and called a few people, and after more than ten minutes, he led the group of people in the direction pointed by the locals. Arriving at the small wooden door, after the only extraordinary person in the bureau confirmed that there was no spiritual reaction in the room, the police officer stepped forward, kicked open the small wooden door, and shouted, "Come out!" ”

There was a sound of a gun being loaded, and the young man cowered out of the door, his hands raised above his head.

With this movement, many people suddenly appeared around, watching the excitement intently, as if they had grown out of the ground.

The officer enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by everyone, and asked viciously, "Have you been in contact with a suspicious person?" ”

The young man immediately cried: "No, no! …… That's a distant relative of mine, she's going somewhere else, and she's coming to talk to me when she passes by......" He quickly reached out and groped for the brand-new bills, and handed them over with his head bowed.

"Spare me! I've always been a good person......"

The police dodged a few bills, ignoring the eager and fearful expressions of the locals next to him, one is one sul, there are seven sules here, and they can actually catch up with their weekly salary!

He glanced at the young man's house with disgust, and saw that there was nothing else of value, so he cursed a few words and prepared to leave. The young man nodded and sent him away, and at last he turned and glanced indignantly at the native.

The local didn't get any benefit, and when he saw the young man's eyes, some nameless fire suddenly appeared in his heart, and his brain was hot, and he shouted to the departing policeman:

"Sir! Sir! I saw the face of the woman he was talking to! That woman is the murderous madman circulating in the surrounding cities! ”

The police officer, who hadn't walked a few steps away, suddenly turned his head, his eyes were a little shocked and a little frightened, and he said as if he was verifying: "Are you sure?" ”

The locals weren't sure, and Wen Xia disguised himself. But he suddenly thought of the 230 pound bounty, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!" ”

A frightened look appeared on the officer's face, and he whispered to the adjutant:

"What should I do?"

The adjutant disagreed: "That madman is indeed near this town, and it is not surprising that he is here." You can report this clue, there are fake clues fishing in troubled waters everywhere, maybe it's true, and she can get a dozen pounds for her clues. ”

The police officer felt justified, anyway, it was not for him to arrest the madman himself. He made up his mind, suddenly raised his hand, and fired several shots in the back, and the young man and the local fell to the ground at the same time.

"The madman killed an innocent poor man with us, and we avenged this man by killing her informant. In this way, it is estimated that this clue will be more credible. The officer smiled and said, "After all, there are more than a dozen pounds!" ”

TBC

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Gotta find a way to get Richard's personal chapter out.