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In a small city in Intis, a neatly dressed young man in beautiful monocles looks up as city restoration workers carry goods on the street, setting up tents for disaster victims one after another.

He scratched his head, looked around suspiciously, and after looking around, he looked in Trier's direction.

A voice rang out along the peculiar connection between Amun, telling him to travel to Trier, to the Sanctuary, to see the aura of the Source Castle that appeared there. Since he was sent to Intis for the all-Mongolian referendum, this is the first time that the ontology has taken the initiative to contact him.

Before him, there were also many clones who were sent here by the all-Mongolian referendum, anyway, the main body and those sequence 2 clones would not come, and those who were sent here were all sequence 4 and below. Based on the experience of Amun's essence in the Godforsaken Land for so many years without being captured, the true Creator would not have to do anything to him, which may be understood as a kind of nostalgia, although the essence only conveys a sneer.

However, those clones are sometimes arrested for other reasons, and Intis is still relatively strict in controlling the abuse of extraordinary abilities, especially since Amon still has a monocle as an obvious proof of identity.

And before he came here, all the Amun clones were killed by the Great Flood.

He happened to be sightseeing in Vrsac at the time, taking part in some of the local festivals, so he was able to escape.

"Source Castle, ......"

Amon pinched his eye sockets and snapped the monocle tighter.

It didn't take him long to think back to the current owner of the Source Castle who had a relationship with him, Klein Moretti, and it was not only the Source Castle that pressed on the other party, but also the heavy fate, the fate that he would eventually die.

From his point of view, Zarathu was respectable because he was working towards a "suicidal" position.

Of course, Amon knew that he was actually very selfish, unwilling to take any risks, and even childish and unpleasant, but the outer gods had also taught him that "selfishness that does not want to be covered by self is proof of your existence." Yes, he didn't want to touch that fate, if the main body obtained the source fort, then the blessings given to him by the outer gods would disappear, and he would become an ordinary doppelganger again, a gem who didn't like spicy tastes, didn't like delicate monocles, and was not interested in ancient history and mythology, and was no longer his Amon.

He actually didn't want to contact Crane, and even consciously stayed away from Rune, but he didn't expect that he was still a step ahead of his extraordinary aggregation skills.

But he had to go, because if he didn't, the ontology would discover his anomaly.

"Hey, boy, don't stand still!"

A middle-aged man who was setting up a tent in the distance waved at him, and Amon walked over and helped him straighten the stake for the tent and tie the rope firmly up. The middle-aged man praised him a few words, looked at him twice, and said with a smile:

"Young man, you look really good, my daughter likes intellectuals like you."

Amon laughed twice, on the way around, he met parents like Lao Duo, most of them just casually teased, and a small number of people who really had this kind of idea would be stolen by him. He also skillfully perfunctory:

"So presumably your daughter is also a beautiful young lady, so where is she?"

The middle-aged man smiled and walked to the side:

"She was swept away by the tsunami."

The atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as death, and even Amon was stunned, he scratched his head and replied dryly: "Mourn." ”

After saying this, he had no idea what else he could do, so he pretended that nothing had happened and bypassed the tent, ready to find a random place to spend time.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and said in a romantic poetic tone that was very much in line with Amun's impression of the Indisians: "I will continue to live for my daughter, and her life will not end as long as I remember her." ”

Amon scratched his head again: "Thinking like this, won't you be sad?" ”

"Yes, of course." The middle-aged man had a look of loss on his face, and his smile turned bitter, "I will always miss her." ”

Perhaps the expression on his face was so sincere that Amon had a moment of thought—is there anyone he needs to remember? It doesn't seem to be. Then why is it remembered that even if you don't die, if you die one day, do you have to tell someone about your daughter's deeds? - Then, it occurred to him that this middle-aged man had told himself about his daughter in a way that was almost impossible to forget, did that mean that his daughter could now be remembered by himself and never "end her life"?

Does this person know that I am Sequence 3? He spontaneously felt a sense of vigilance.

As if it weren't like it, the middle-aged man didn't react to Amon's vigilance and spiritual temptation, he quickly collected his mood and said:

"It's late, young man, go get some rest."

Amon was unmoved, walked to the side around the middle-aged man, and replied, "No need, thank you, I'm going to Trier." ”

"It's so late, it's not safe on the road." The middle-aged man habitually dissuaded, and then shook his head, "Alas, look at what I said, there are not many people now, and you can't even see a thief on the road...... But the trains and carriages are out of service, how are you going to get there? ”

After he said this, he received no answer.

The middle-aged man looked up in astonishment, the street was quiet at night, and the young man wearing monocles could not be found at all.

Trier.

Medici asked, "What did you just say?" ”

"A language." Klein replied truthfully.

"I've lived from the Tertiary to the present, and I've never heard of this language, nothing like it." Medici crossed his arms and looked at Crane, "Or do you want to say that you are an old god born before me?" Well, it's not impossible. ”

Thinking of the Lord's favor and the ritual of three hundred years of isolation from the world, the Red Angel did not dwell too much on this issue.

"This is ancient Chinese." The Hidden Sage interjected, "I can teach you, the grammar is ......"

Medici's spirituality began to call the police, and he immediately raised his hand to stop the huge file package that had already begun to be transmitted, and refused to accept it: "I don't want to know, I want to know why you can rely on this language to communicate." ”

Ancient Chinese ...... Klein was slightly silent.

He thought of the dream he had had under the influence of the Hidden Sage, in which people were dressed in clothes similar to those of the Republic of China, with school uniforms like Taoist robes, and their mouths proving that they were speaking a prophecy similar to that of Chinese, so he asked:

"A similar language is spoken in the Western Continent?"

"Yes." The Hidden Sage happily replied, "I was reading Russell Gustav's creative notes and diaries, and I found out that he is also a soul from the Western Continent, is Russell Gustav an ancient human who was chosen by the Heavenly Venerable like you?" ”

Klein hesitated for a moment - yes, he was indeed the one who was chosen by the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, but it may have been just a screening of all the people who had occult connections with the Tianzun. He was chosen, but he was not special, but one hundredth.

And this is also one of his most important secrets so far, the soul that descends from the Source Fort is definitely the fastest to establish contact with the Source Fort, and he ...... It wasn't because of his own peculiarity that he was chosen, and neither were the others, otherwise he wouldn't have come fourth. Others thought that he was the successor of Tianzun, but he himself knew that Zhou Mingrui was just an unlucky ordinary soul in the old days, and there was nothing special.

Judging from his adaptation to this world, he may not be as good as Russell.

At least Russell still has the ability to change the world, to sit in the position he wants, and he can't do anything.

"He's not obligated to answer your questions, Sage."

As Crane pondered, Medici frowned.

He felt that Crane was now on his side anyway, and that the position of the Hidden Sage and the Western Continent was not clear, and although it prevented Leodro from moving forward, he did not show clear opposition, nor did he show a clear favor for the Church of the Creator. Such people, the angels of war often do not regard them as partners, but will be divided into the category of "may become enemies at any time".

It cannot be ruled out that such people have a good impression of themselves, can communicate, and can be used to a certain extent, but in the final analysis, they cannot be trusted.

But the Hidden Sage was clearly eager for this answer, and his eyes were on Crane, and Medici's words worked, but not completely, and he persistently followed Crane and asked:

"Do you want to come to the Western Continent?"

"Do you have a Chinese name?"

"May I know your name?"

Klein's heart was pounding, he felt incredulous for the words of the hidden sage, but he had already experienced too many things, and his yearning and expectation for the Western Continent had also been raised because of that dream, and he wanted to answer the question, but there was still fear of this famous brain-filled god in his heart. On top of that, he was now dizzy, his mind full of ancient history, philosophical overviews, cultural and artistic writings, and the simple operation of nuclear fusion that everyone could learn, and he really didn't have the brains to think about the purpose of the hidden sages asking these questions.

Does He want me to have a good impression of Him and the Western Continent?

The thought popped into his head with all his might, and then Klein exhaled, he pinched his eyebrows, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I think I need to rest now."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and Medici was afraid that he would change later, so he directly knocked him unconscious with a knife and caught him.

"Get out of the way, Sage." Medici said, "Don't stand outside our sanctuary. ”

The Hidden Sage looked at Klein, who had fallen into a baby's sleep in an instant, and said to Medici again, "When he wakes up, I hope to be able to get an answer from him." ”

With that, the transparent eyes turned into twinkling starlight and disappeared.

Medici waved his hand, dispersing the stars. He looked at Crane, who had fallen asleep in his hand, and recalled some of the words of the Hidden Sage and Crane, and the eyebrows that had not been stretched for a long time wrung deeper.

"Lord." He whispered, "Praise you." I really need to go talk to Orochi. ”

……

Crane slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, like a hospital room, with lights on the ceiling, and Klein directly felt a sense of time and space confusion. The white sheets also bear the cross of the Church of the Creator. If it's a red background, it's more of a bygone era.

It was quiet in the hospital room, and he groped his way to sit up, pulled a pillow behind his back, and looked up and rubbed the corners of his forehead.

The sky outside was still cloudy, and it looked like he had only been in a deep sleep for a few hours, and it was about four o'clock in the morning.

After more than ten minutes of relaxation, he was completely sober, gradually recalled what happened after his promotion, and began to examine himself:

"It's true that the potion was digested for the most part, at least three-fifths...... That's more than I expected...... But I don't know how many ancient materials I have to get and how much real history I have to study before I can digest ......"

"In the ceremony, I didn't see the history of the Old Era, and the farthest was stopped in the Third Era, which means that the history of the Old Era can't be my need for promotion and play? It's weird. ”

"At present, it seems that the role of 'ancient scholars' has two directions, one is a scholar from ancient times, and the other is a scholar who studies ancient times, both must be possessed, the first point is relatively easy, because the ritual itself implies the key point of making oneself an ancient, once the promotion is successful, you can naturally play the role of a scholar from ancient times."

Crane shook his head, he was too old.

"The second point is very difficult, normal society is fine, in this world with true gods, demons, and evil existences, just collecting ancient information is a matter that requires great risk, if you still want to find out the truth of history, it may be 'for no reason' at any time to die extremely miserably, the more you know the standard, the greater the danger......"

"I know so much, most of it is thanks to the arrangement of the true creator, as well as the complexity of fate brought by the 'Source Castle', especially the historical and archaeological materials provided by the 'Sun' and the Silver City, which allow me to always know a lot of incredible history, of course, even so, as a true god, I have also died once, not to mention other 'ancient scholars'?"

"It is relatively simple to change the position of 'miracle master' and 'ancient scholar', but unfortunately, there is no such if......

In addition, the previous two meanings are biased towards 'ancient', and the word 'scholar' must also be noted, and only if you can study something from history can you be called a 'scholar'.

"There are other options to digest next, and in short, they are all archaeological ......"

After confirming that the role of advance was effective and considering the future path, Klein combined the occult knowledge he had gained during his promotion and the observation of his own divine patterns, relying on methods such as "divination" and practice, to explore the ability of the "ancient scholar" step by step.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.

TBC

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It is incumbent upon us to recast the double watch today.

(End of chapter)