Ji Yan sat on the chair, and the cuttlefish in the fish tank next to him were swimming happily, obviously very energetic.

And on the table stood a candle that was faintly lit.

The firelight passed through the system panel in front of Ji Yan, making it emit a shallow warm light.

Although sometimes the system panel is subject to changes from the outside world, in fact, this interface can only be seen by Ji Yan, and it will only appear in his field of vision.

However, at this moment, his attention was not on this, but he was contemplating, carefully feeling the mystery of time.

The atmosphere of eternal silence gradually permeated the surroundings, which was the vision that happened to Ji Yan in the long river of communication time.

There is no sight, no touch, and even thinking is intermittent.

But Ji Yan can clearly perceive that the long river of time is flowing quietly.

This is exactly the same vision he perceived when he incarnated Optos.

It's just that the position of observation has changed.

At this moment, Ji Yan is in the long river of time, and when he incarnates Optos, he is on the long river of time.

Although it has a delicate connection with it, it is also detached.

It's like changing from a chess piece to a chess player.

However, Ji Yan didn't think about it so much, but focused his attention on the candle on the table through the long river of time.

He could clearly see that there was a thin line on the candle that followed the direction of the river of time, like a trickling stream flowing into the vast river.

As soon as Ji Yan's mind moved, the thin line shook slightly.

Then I saw that the height of the candles on the table was increasing, and the wax oil dripping on the table was also rolling upwards.

As for the faint flame, it was rapidly shrinking until it was gone.

The brightness in the bedroom also dimmed a little.

Ji Yan's mind broke away from the long river of time, and his scattered gaze instantly condensed.

He looked at the candle on the table, as if it had never been lit, as it had been when he first took it out.

Turning his gaze slightly, he looked at the match that had been placed aside, and the blackened marks on it did indicate that it had been used.

"Is this the counterflow of time applied to an object?"

Ji Yan felt the mysterious factor that had disappeared in his body and muttered to himself.

It works well, but there are a lot of mystery factors that cost it.

And it seems to be linked to the items that are being cast.

If it is just a mortal thing, its consumption is almost the same as before, only a small half.

But if it is a rare item that contains a mysterious factor, then the cost of this is far from what you can afford.

Not to mention the time when you have a living soul and go back to the whole world......

Ji Yan sighed lightly, if it weren't for Optos's ability to treat the countercurrent life as an operation to eat and drink, then this ability would not be as practical as other things for him now.

After all, his ultimate goal is to be able to resurrect a man who has been dead for many years.

And it's the kind of situation where the ashes are burned so much that there are no ashes left.

Thinking of this, a touch of coldness flashed in Ji Yan's eyes.

If it weren't for Optos' account, he wouldn't have dared to think about it.

Fortunately, the accessory abilities she brought can be used, so this account also means that it is back to normal.

It's just that there seems to be an unknown impact.

Ji Yan glanced at the somewhat dark black tentacles on the account avatar.

But as long as it works now, it's fine.

If it weren't for the return of Optos's account to normal, he might not even have the idea of going back.

Turning off the system panel, Ji Yan lay on the soft bed.

Soon in the hazy hypnotic music of the bedside music box, he sank into sleep.

……

Early the next morning.

The imperial capital is still bustling with people coming and going.

It seems that what happened in the slums yesterday did not affect them, and at most it became the talk of some people.

After all, although the slum is sometimes heard of, and it is on the edge of the civilian area, it is still too far away from them.

Unless something happens, they almost never choose to step into that environment for the rest of their lives.

And yesterday the gangs in the slums were purged, and they don't know what that means.

However, in some taverns, the reputation of the White Nights organization gradually spread.

"You know the name White Night."

A big man boasted to the people at the table with a wine bottle in one hand and a blushing face.

"What, you're going to start telling stories again?"

The man next to him joked with a smile.

"I'm not a story! And that's what happened! ”

The drunken man's face turned red and he retorted with a thick neck.

"Haha, where did you hear the gossip again?"

"That's what a friend of mine said!"

"Don't waste time, talk fast!"

"White Night is a new organization, and it's normal that you haven't heard of it, but everything it does is a big deal!"

Dahan waved the wine bottle in his hand and said excitedly, and even spit flew out.

"Before you say that, you should all know which forces control the slums, don't tell me that you don't know!"

"Skeletons and flames in the north, and fists in the southeast......"

The people beside him quickly depicted the general distribution of forces.

"Hey, you all know that these forces are all slum giants! But just yesterday, they were all but gone! ”

"What!"

"It's unlikely!"

"All destroyed? I remember that the Riot gang also operated in the slums for decades, and then it was wiped out in one day? ”

"I said you were kidding!"

Not only the people around him, but also some of the drunken guests who listened to the drunken man's words with their ears pricked up, after hearing the amazing words of the big man, their faces couldn't help but change suddenly, and then their faces showed a look of disbelief.

The forces in the slums themselves have not heard of them, and some have even dealt with them.

So I know that the power of those gangs is actually very strong, and there are some big people behind them to stand for them.

It's hard to believe that this kind of power will be destroyed in pieces!

Immediately, some people began to refute the shocking drunken man, but there were others whose faces were extremely heavy.

They also have their own channels, and they know more or less the inside story.

What happened yesterday in the slums cannot be concealed from those who have a stake.

The drunken man only bared his teeth when he heard the retort from those men, and seemed satisfied with the feeling that all eyes were on him, and then he continued.

"And the downfall of these forces can have a lot to do with the White Night Organization."

"It could even be said that it was created by itself!"

This sentence immediately caused an uproar in the crowd, and they couldn't help but discuss it fiercely, pushing the atmosphere in the tavern to a climax.

Then they didn't seem to be able to come up with a discussion, and began to urge the drunken man to continue.

And he was in the center of the crowd just squinting slightly, as if he was enjoying the moment.

"Don't worry, just let me continue."

"First of all, you have to know why the organization of the White Nights is entangled with those gangs......"

The drunken man spat and told the story in a rather old-fashioned way.

It's the White Night Organization as a newly established force, and those old forces want to suppress it.

And it just so happened that because of those gangs bullying the poor, bullying the weak, and being domineering, Bai Ye was also upset about this, and it couldn't stand it for a long time.

So the conflict between the two broke out.

Although the story is old-fashioned, these people like to listen to the story of this kind of rebellion, especially the part where the members of the White Night come out for the poor, which caused a lot of applause.

In the fiery tavern, two figures sat in the corner and watched them quietly, not participating.

"Your Highness, I have arranged for people to spread the story in most of the taverns."

The guards on the side whispered.

"yes, I see."

Christine replied briefly, then looked at the drunken man in the center of the crowd again.

That's right, this person is what she arranged.

Even Christine arranged for others to tell the story in numerous taverns, and then erected in their minds an image of the White Nights as the underdog.

Propaganda, no means of trembling.

If you can have your own newspaper, maybe the scope of influence will be a little bigger.

However, these mouthpieces are under the control of the Empire, and it is impossible for them to be operated privately.

In a few days, Christine believed that she would see reports of the Great Prince's desire to improve the ghetto, even on the front page of the newspaper.

Looking at the increasingly noisy and hot tavern, Christine got up and quietly left, followed by the guards.

No one noticed them, only the drinks on the table were still full.

……

After leaving the tavern, Christine walked all the way to the slum.

The streets are full of people, and the scene is very lively.

It wasn't until a few ornate carriages sped by, crashing into a few passers-by who couldn't dodge, that there was a slight silence.

】

But the carriage did not stop, but drove away.

Several passers-by stumbled to their feet, but there was still a figure lying on the ground, seemingly asleep.

The crowd paused for a moment, and then quickly left.

They are all too familiar with the situation.

It would be strange if the people in the carriage changed their minds one day.

Christine's eyes flickered, and in her eyes, the figure lying down had lost its breath of life.

She had seen many dead people in her previous life, so it was difficult to cause emotional turmoil now.

And her eyes flickered because Christine seemed to be able to see a vague hint of indescribable emotion when a passer-by looked at the corpse.

Grief, pity, or anger?

Christine felt like she couldn't speak.

But she knew it was going to explode, and it would sweep through the empire with incredible speed.

Christine continued walking, and it seemed like a minor episode to her.

As she approached the slums, she stopped again.

But this time it was not an accident, on the contrary, the street was unusually deserted, and it was difficult to see a few people.

There are as many as seven or eight out of ten houses with a sign for sale on the door.

After experiencing the threat of gangs, they chose to move out of the area.

Christine looked at this familiar street, and a trace of abruptness and remembrance flashed in her eyes, but she didn't expect to come here unintentionally.

He then continued to walk on his legs, but his speed slowed down.

Her eyes were quietly on a house, and the brick by brick was still the same as before.

Then Christine paused slightly, but she saw a thin and slender figure coming out of another house next to her.

The girl walked to the door with her slender legs and knocked on it, and she could be vaguely seen with a hint of anticipation.

A middle-aged woman opened the door, and after seeing the girl, she smiled and talked a few words.

Looking at the middle-aged woman and shaking her head, the girl's expression revealed a touch of disappointment.

She pursed her lips and saluted, then withdrew.

The figure of a person on the empty street looks a little lonely.

Christine's eyes narrowed slightly, she recognized the girl.

The Great Holy Maiden of the Order of Twilight.

Did she move here so early?

Suddenly, the girl's ears moved, as if sensing something.

As soon as the figure turned, a pair of bright green eyes met Christine's hidden gaze.

Christine smiled and nodded.

Yin Fu tilted her head, she didn't feel any malice from her, she should just happen to look at herself.

So in response, she also showed a cheerful smile.

Then Yin Fu returned to the house next to her.

"Curty."

"Your Highness, is there something wrong?"

"Buy that house."

Christine pointed to the house on the other side and said in a calm tone.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Just under what name?"

"For who I am."

Then the guard took out the communication device, and after communicating with the other side for a few words, the matter was quickly finalized.

"Your Highness, the ownership of that house already belongs to you."

Christine nodded calmly, and then walked away with the guards without stopping.

Only Yin Fu, who had returned home, continued to wonder where the Apostle of Dusk had taken Alice.

……

At this moment, the apostle who was muttered by the girl at dusk was waiting for the steam train on the platform.

Next to her was Alice, who was carrying her small bag.

Her eyes were full of anticipation at the moment, looking forward to returning to the "home" he said with Brother Ji Yan.

She was curious to know what the environment in which he lived as a child was like.

And the most important thing is that you can go with Brother Ji Yan.

Alice's eyes kept flickering, and there was bright glass everywhere here, and simple lines.

She is already familiar with the prosperity of the imperial capital, so in the face of this extremely simple painting style, there is also some novelty.

Then, with a slight tremor of the ground, the steam train arrived at the station.

A blazing white mist erupted, but fortunately the platform staff kept the passengers away from the place in advance.

Ji Yan looked at this steel monster, he was about to take this to embark on the return journey back to "home".

If that's your own home.