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The carriage slowly moved along the not-so-spacious road, and Crane calmed down again and again, finally letting out a long breath.

Zarathu did not catch up, and his own coachman was not secretly coupled.

It is unknown why Zarathu suddenly gave up on his pursuit, but Crane wiped a cold sweat and was finally convinced that he had escaped.

Even if I wasn't in the fog of history, Zarathu should have the overwhelming power to make me become His secret puppet before I called for help, what was the reason for His abandonment? Well, but I'm not going to sit still...... The moment I left the fog of history, I was ready to "invalidate", Zarathu's secret puppetization would definitely fail once, and with this time of failure, I could find a way to summon the "Angel of War" and make this matter bigger, and then I, as a member of the Creator, would turn this matter into a dispute between the two countries...... Forget it, forget it.

Crane shook his head.

It is not his character to involve the people of Rune and Intis in a dispute in order to save his own life.

He let go of his palm, his spell had already appeared large areas of dimness and rust, and he could use it again.

"It's thrilling...... But I still survived, is that a miracle? It's not counting, my efforts here are just for self-preservation, and the historical projections are helping me, if this is a miracle, all the ancient scholars can be successfully promoted to miracle masters......"

Crane carefully put the charm away.

The true creator gave him a total of two, and Zarathu used one and a half for a single face. But distress is distress, this one and a half spells saved his life, and Klein didn't feel pity at all.

"Then again, since the Lord of the Storm became the god of thunder, Rune's war with the Fusak Empire on the border has quietly ended, and the day before yesterday I saw the newspaper saying that Fusak's army had retreated back to its own borders, and the war between Rune and Fusak had not completely detonated and ended like this? Thanks to their emperor and the pope, they mobilized with such fanfare......"

"What should I do now? Zarathu certainly won't do it to me just once, I'll have to be as alone as possible during this time, leaving Backerland after George III's ceremony, and then be ready to summon the projection of history to protect myself. ”

He meditated as he thought, and slowly relaxed.

After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped.

"Sir." The coachman said, "We're at church." ”

"Okay."

Crane glanced at the time, first asked the secret puppet to get out of the car to open the door for himself, and then asked the secret puppet to help him get out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Klein entered St. Samuel's Cathedral with ease, dropped 20 pounds of cash in the offering box, and then entered the room where he had made an appointment with Bishop Elektra, and when he entered, he found that the Bishop was already waiting there.

After the pleasantries, Klein sat down and listened to the story from the Apocalypse of the Night recited in a deep, magnetic voice.

The morning time flew by.

……

At dinner time.

Edward sat cross-legged in the square of Silver City, watching the people around him singing and dancing around the fire and improvised jousting while he barbecued. He held three skewers of beef-flavored mushrooms in his hands, smeared them with hot sauce and cumin, and roasted them hot over the fire.

"It's delicious."

"It would be better if you added some seasoning, cut it into slices, or made a soup, or stir-fried, but unfortunately there are no conditions here."

He commented regretfully.

From time to time, the people around them turned their heads with puzzled eyes, wondering where this unreasonable fragrance came from.

Edward took a mushroom from the skewer, blew it twice, and then stuffed it directly into his mouth - he had come up with a proposal for Frank to improve his graduation project, first of all, he had to understand the concept of mushrooms and meat, either beef-flavored mushrooms or beef-textured mushrooms, and now this kind of beef-flavored mushroom can only fool the poor humans in the Godforsaken Lands who have not eaten normal food...... But it's delicious.

He plucked a medium-sized mushroom and stuffed it into Uno next to him, who was staring at the flames in a daze with his knees crossed:

"One?"

Uno's blue eyes turned to the mushroom, then turned back, continuing to look at the fire in a daze.

Edward was still holding the mushroom: "Let me ask you a little question - who was the first person in Silver City to be associated with the Fool?" Rest assured, I won't do anything to him, after all, all people in God's forsaken land are the chosen people of the Creator. ”

Uno's eyes looked at Edward and shook his head.

"Don't be so brainless, if you don't say it, I can see it." Edward stuffed the beef mushrooms into his mouth and chewed, turning the iron skewer on the fire with one hand, and pointing in the direction of the crowd with the other, "Is that him?" is not very old, the sequence is not low, and it is very prestigious. ”

"Most importantly, he is the only 'sun' in Silver City."

He pointed out that Derick Berg was laughing and talking with his companions, humming aloud an improvised ballad in praise of the Fool, and refusing to compete with his fellow warrior friend in the same sequence. Because he didn't choose to become a "warrior", Darek was a lot shorter than the others, and if he wasn't careful, he would be buried in the crowd by the people of Silver City and disappear.

Uno also looked at Darik and didn't speak.

"I have been researching the Forsaken Lands for a long time and have come to the conclusion that the 'Sun' path is difficult to survive in the Forsaken Lands. First of all, the first few sequences of this path are not very combative, and if you want to raise up a useful Extraordinary of the 'Sun' Path, you must give him enough opportunities to play, then you must have a strong team of Extraordinary People who can always ensure that he survives. ”

Edward looked at Daric:

"He doesn't have that strong bond. Instead......"

He rolled his eyes to look at Chief Colin Iliad, who was silently standing aside eating roasted mushrooms:

"His main connection is with the demigod, that is, his safety is mainly guaranteed by the demigod."

"And the chief shouldn't be a nanny, right? So he must have something special about himself. ”

The demon and the strongest demon hunter in the city were close at hand, but one did not show threat, and the other maliciously felt unresponsive, not only did they get along, but they even caught mushrooms in the same basket to roast in harmony.

"And the first need of the people of Godforsaken is to survive, eating the meat of monsters will accumulate toxins, and the 'sun' can alleviate them, but it will take decades, generations to slowly accumulate, and before that, it is more important to kill monsters and bring back food." Edward shrugged, "The matter of combat effectiveness has not been solved, what do you want to do with assistance?" When it comes to healing and psychological comfort, the cultivator and the audience are more useful. ”

"I think it's quite interesting, the real creator used the 'sun' to save mankind, and now the 'sun' that saves Silver City comes from another person, the two of them should be mortal enemies, but now they both get along very well......"

Edward babbled on and on for a while, but Uno never answered, during which his mother twice searched the crowd for the child, but each time she walked up to them, she immediately entered a loop and returned the way she came.

"Why are you still here?"

Ulorius finally spoke: "You can get out, the storm can't stop you, you stay here, and the chaotic disaster will stop." ”

"I'll answer you this question for free."

Edward moved to Ulorius' side, and stretched out his index finger to draw a thin transparent line in the air.

"See this line? Guess whose it is, forget it, I'll tell you straight away, it's the fate of George Augustus. ”

The god of lamps was about to occupy the fate of George III, so Edward naturally used this name to refer to the soon-to-be god.

Urorius squinted at the thread, and he could see that it was an authority related to fate, but he couldn't quite see it.

"Fate showed him bad luck."

Edward snorted twice: "Who else can make him unlucky at once but the current storm?" Now I have to fight the storm when I go out, and when the time comes, I won't have to be beaten when I go out to fight George III, so I'll just wait two more days. ”

"It's a beautiful thing to see Him being beaten when I go out!"

Ulorius was silent for a moment: "While I can still see His fate, He has no intersection with you. The Lord of the Storm has no reason to act against the king of his own country of believers, and you have stepped in. ”

"Aren't you looking forward to it? It was a traitor's country, a traitor's city-state, and there must be a great catastrophe brewing inside. Edward cupped his cheeks at Ulorius' expression, "I thought you'd at least gloat like Medici." ”

Ulorius did not answer, and quietly watched the campfire in the distance.

……

"Turnaround...... Fatal vulnerability...... Fate has favored him, where is the turning point for me......"

Zarathu walked aimlessly through the streets, passing through street after street, and the crows above gathered in twos and threes.

The birds, which act as monitors, do not call, but just look around aimlessly like their owners.

It's the afternoon of October 3rd, less than 20 hours before tomorrow morning's speech, and Zarathu has not yet found out where the "fatal loophole" is—or rather, the fatal loophole must be the "wishing lamp" at a glance, but he can't get it, can't understand it, and doesn't even dare to ask George III to sacrifice the magic lamp to the god of thunder.

After being struck by the owner of Fort Source yesterday, Zaratul spent a long time in Queens, not wanting to see George III talking to himself at the "Wishing Lamp", nor to pray to the God of Thunder to report the situation.

He slipped through Queens until dawn, and then was chased away by several police officers on the grounds of affecting the city, and so there were a few more secret puppets.

"Why was he recognized by Fort Source? Neither Zoroast, nor my elders, nor the Half Fool, nor even the 'Gate' Mr. Nor the 'Gate' found anything about it, nor could they find it, let alone control it...... Why can he? ”

Zarathu racked his brains to think about where this Creator's family came from, but he couldn't think of it, not even the specific identity of this person, or who his surname was. If it weren't for the lack of a dreamer, he would have suspected that this man was a utopian creature.

He reached out and touched it in his bosom, and pulled out a silver medal with a strange pattern.

The silver medal was oxidized to a slight blacken, and the intricate and mysterious patterns on it revealed an ancient and palpitating atmosphere.

Zarathu almost smiled when he received the silver medal from Russell, and through it he saw the gray mist and felt the breath of essentia from above the spirit realm. This made him complacent, thinking that fate had finally favored him.

You know, even Duke Antigonus, who had ventured to become a half-fool, didn't attract that thing.

Now it seems that there is also a difference between genius and good luck.

This reminded Zaratul of a joke told by Russell Gustav, a friend who had come back from the dead to say and write nonsense, and a bygone era seemed as wonderful as the present world - the joke happened long ago, when Russell read a lot of books like crazy after becoming a "generalist", and occasionally talked to him about other topics to change knowledge.

I miss Russell at that time, and I still have a basic respect for him.

"Trier's popular literature is too outdated now, and what kind of knights and nobles are still engaged in love songs, in the real world they can roll into bed as soon as they meet, where do you need to sing so sour and sobscure for several stanzas?"

Russell pouted as he flipped through the book: "I'll do my best, I'll give them a little cool shock." ”

"Shuangwen?"

"Hehe, now say you don't understand, you'll know when I write it."

Then Russell wrote a book "The Return of the Count" with a stroke of his pen.

If Zarathu is not mistaken, it was this book that attracted Edward Vaughn, and they also had an incomprehensible common thread.

This gave Zarathu a preliminary guess about "another era", and also made him realize that the Russell Gustav who came back from the dead was by no means the original one, but it didn't matter, no matter who was stuffed in this Russell Gustav's body, as long as he could help him get Antigonus's notes and bring about a good change in his fate, Zarathu would take the initiative to contact him.

This book can be called the pinnacle of Trier's work at that time, and it is also the originator of many "cool texts" in later generations, and it also lets Zarathu know that Shuangwen is such a thing - the protagonist will encounter danger repeatedly, but he can always survive and get the best things.

Or, because he is the main character, everyone knows that he will not die.

So all the repression, losses, betrayals and casualties in the plot are in the service of the upcoming "coolness" of breaking through the shackles. In a sense, this kind of literary creation also contains people's conjecture about fate, but Zarathu feels that this is probably just a survivor bias, and this deviation is amplified and amplified, and it becomes a "cool text" that can be substituted by readers and release the depression in life.

According to this, Stella Charathu is also a cool protagonist herself.

Became a demigod at a young age, successfully promoted Angel survived the encirclement and suppression at the end of the Fourth Age, his family was ruined, he was bitter and bitter, and he just happened to meet Russell Gustav, who could help him digest the potion to complete the ritual, and found the silver medal that could contact Fort Yuan, isn't it the protagonist?

However, Zarathu now feels that the real protagonist of the "soothsayer" path seems to have just appeared.

"Turnaround ......"

Zarathu was walking along, and suddenly, guided by his spiritual awareness, he leaned slightly to the side and was hit by a man who was hurrying by.

Zarathu threw away his crutches and fell to the ground, groaning a few times.

Probably because the appearance of his lonely old man was too convincing, the girl who bumped into him was startled, and quickly squatted down, put aside the information and documents he was holding, and reached out to help the old angel who touched the porcelain:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir, I ran too fast, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital......"

"Eh! The old bones are about to fall apart. ”

Zaratul snorted a few times skillfully, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to see that the girl was wearing a feather-shaped amulet, and she also exuded a spiritual brilliance that should not be underestimated, and it was obviously a charm with real protective power.

Zarathu's eyes rolled, he sat up with great difficulty, and said in a voice that seemed to die on the spot in the next second:

"It's all right, little girl...... Ahem, ahem, I'm fine, I don't have to go to the hospital, I don't have the money......"

"Help me up...... Don't worry about me blackmailing you, I don't have any family and friends, and it won't take a few days to get the money. ”

When He said this, the girl who knocked him down was even more embarrassed. She calmed down, quickly helped him up slowly, sent him to sit on a bench by the side of the road, and asked with concern:

"So, do you need something to eat? My house is near here, can you wait here? I'll get you some medicine and food. ”

"Ahem, okay, thank you, thank you."

Zarathu said breathlessly, and carried out the touch porcelain to the end. Seeing that the young girl had packed up her documents and was about to walk away, Zarathu suddenly asked, "What's your name?" ”

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Old man, don't worry, I won't run away." ”

"I'm a soothsayer, and I can see that you have something to worry about." Zarathu took out his cards and pendulum from his sleeve, and said tentatively, "Do you have two older brothers in your family, who have just been admitted to college this year, and their careers are also on the rise...... Well, you're struggling with your studies right now, and maybe you need a divination to guide you in the future, of course, for free. ”

The girl was stunned again, originally not quite convinced, but when she heard the word free, she walked up and sat down on the other side of the bench:

"There are some things going on in school, but it's nowhere near the level of annoyance, and I'm coming from college, and you can easily guess that I'm a college student...... Other than that, you guessed one thing wrong, I only have one brother. ”

Zaratul frowned slightly, waiting for the following.

The girl was calm: "I originally had two older brothers, but one of them died a year ago in the line of duty. ”

"I'm sorry, it's so sad......" Zarathu whispered.

He looked at the girl again, whispered divination in his sleeve, and came to the clear answer that both of her brothers were still alive.

It's a little strange, but it's not too strange, many dangerous professions have people who fake their deaths under various excuses, but Zarathu didn't think the girl's family was normal, and his spirit told him that it might be a turning point.

Turn the tower in the right position, turn the tower in the reverse position.

Anyway, there were towers both horizontally and vertically, and Zarathu looked away, and asked again, "May I ask what your name is?" ”

"My name is Melissa." The girl hesitated for a moment, seeing that the old man did not look like a bad person, and said, "Melissa Moretti." ”

Melissa Moretti...... Zarathu shuffled the cards in his sleeve again, and suddenly, his hand shook, and a card slipped out of his hand.

"Fools"!

TBC

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Zarathu:?

(End of chapter)