As Mobet watched Leonard, Leonard spotted him as well.

The main reason is that this person's outfit is really peculiar, and it's hard to notice it.

He wears a pointed, stiff black hat, and the buttons of his coat are staggered and chaotic, neither symmetrical nor coordinated. In addition, he wears leather boots with the pointed toe high, which resembles a circus clown.

Although the man had a decent face, flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, he gave him a sense of arrogance even when he was sitting.

This extremely incongruous style of dressing reminded Leonard of the Quaternary period, whether it was the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, or the Trensoster Empire, they all admired asymmetrical beauty, which was characterized by unreasonable, messy and asymmetrical, and a love for black.

It is also because of this that Leonard's first impression of him was: a fan of Quaternary history.

But at this time, in his mind, a slightly surprised old voice sounded:

"How could it be him? How could he still be alive? ”

"Who is he? An acquaintance of the old man? ”

Leonard's expression moved slightly, and he was about to leave first, and then ask the old man what was going on.

But at this moment, the voice in his head sounded again:

"Ask him what his name is."

Leonard Mitchell asked quietly:

"What is your name, sir?"

Mobet Zoroasd had been staring at the black-haired and green-eyed young man in front of him, and when he heard him take the initiative to ask, he smiled slightly:

"Mobet Zoroaster."

Leonard's expression moved slightly, and he was about to continue to ask, when the old voice in his head sounded again:

"Take him out of the church and find a quiet place where I want to have a good talk with him."

Leonard could hear the nostalgia and complex tone in the old voice, and he hesitated for a moment and did not refuse, but only gestured vaguely to Mobet, turned and walked out of the church.

Mobet looked thoughtfully in the direction Leonard had left, thought for a moment and followed.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard walked through a square with a large number of white doves. As if completely oblivious to the fact that there was a man behind him, he stopped in the square and fed the white doves for a few minutes.

It wasn't until he had done all this that he turned to leave, and walked into the private room of a nearby café.

The man who had been with him followed unhurriedly, and soon after Leonard entered the private room, he slowly opened the door of the private room and walked in.

As soon as Mobet entered the private room, he greeted him with a smile and a relaxed tone:

"Yo, old man, you're still alive."

As he spoke, he sat across from Leonard, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Old man?"

Leonard's eyes twinkled, why did he call the old man?

A slightly self-deprecating old voice sounded in the private room:

"I'm also an angel in Sequence 1, how can I die so easily?"

"It's you, I remember when you disappeared, the Solomonic Empire had not yet fallen, how did you survive until now?"

"Alive? Is he the 'ancient' from Solomon's empire to the present day? ”

Leonard set off a storm in his heart, to survive from the Quaternary to the present, he must be a demigod! It has to be the kind of demigod who has a fairly long life, and ordinary demigods can't live that long.

"It's a long story."

Mobet touched his chin, as if thinking about how to explain his situation.

"Let's make a long story short."

"Okay."

Faced with the impatient urging of the old voice, Mobet shrugged his shoulders:

"To put it simply, I was given a book, Grossel's Travels. I don't know exactly who created it or what the purpose of creating it was. I just knew that I was sucked into it after holding it for a long time, and I have been living in that book ever since. ”

"And I had the same experience as a few other friends, who also came from different eras, and were sucked into that book. And the purpose of our gathering is to defeat one of the enemies of the book, a frost dragon. ”

"Not long ago, a few more friends entered the book, and with their help, we managed to kill the frost dragon and get out of the world in that book."

The old man's voice keenly caught the loopholes in his words, and said in a deep voice:

"Even if you get out of that book, how did you survive?"

"You're supposed to die of old age the moment you leave that book!"

Mobet smiled and said:

"Pretty much, if we stay in the book for too long, we will theoretically be reduced to dust by the erosion of time the moment we leave. But someone saved us, and it came at the cost of believing in someone. ”

The old voice fell silent, as if accepting the rhetoric.

A god is capable of saving them from the power of time.

Even if they are not gods, many angels can do this, such as himself. He could have stolen enough time to graft on Mobet to allow him to survive the erosion of time.

It's a pity that he wasn't there at the time.

He didn't ask for the details of the time, nor did he ask who the being was, and there was a hint of relief in the old man's voice:

"That's fine, at least alive."

"yes, at least alive."

Mobet's expression was complicated, but he was noncommittal about this sentence.

Being alive is already the greatest luck, so why ask for more?

After waiting for a while, Mobet asked:

"What about the rest of the family?"

The old voice laughed at himself:

"I've become like this, what do you think?"

Mobet raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"So it's just the two of us now?"

"Then it seems that the responsibility of continuing the family still falls on my head!"

The old voice was noncommittal about this, and said:

"Amon has been looking for me, and His doppelganger has been seeking and devouring the Extraordinary One who has the path of the thief. You are both a thief and the only remaining bloodline of the Zoroasd family, so you can easily be targeted by him, so be careful. ”

Mobet's expression was a little strange:

"I thought you were going to say tell me not to worry, you were going to come and save me."

"Save you?"

The old voice sneered:

"Why do you think I'm here? I was no match for Him even in his heyday, and even less so now. If it's just you, you might still have a chance to escape. If He finds me nearby, we'll both die! ”

Mobet pondered, then spoke:

"I need a Sequence 4 potion recipe."

Whether you want to protect yourself under Amon's pursuit, or the next important task of revitalizing the family, you need strong strength support. It's not enough to have Sequence 5, at least Sequence 4.

The old voice was not surprised, and casually stuffed a memory to Mobet, and said coldly:

"Don't Xiao descendants, you know that you want benefits when you meet, and you don't know how to care about the elderly at all, get out."

Mobet sensed the extra memories in his mind, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, got up and left:

"Old man, take care of yourself."

"Get out, it's annoying to look at you."

The old voice sneered.

Click!

Mobetra opened the door to the private room and quickly disappeared from Leonard's perceptual range.

Leonard, who had been sitting quietly on the sidelines before, asked cautiously:

"So, what the hell is going on?"

The old voice seemed to carry a hint of relief:

"He was a descendant of mine, who disappeared after a major war, and I thought he had been killed by Amon or Jacob, so that I could not tell the murderer...... Now it seems that things are not so simple. ”

"But it doesn't matter, at least people are still alive."

Leonard Mitchell was silent for a long time and asked in a low voice:

"He also calls you old man?"

The old voice sneered in his head:

"Hehe, you don't think you're the only one, do you?"

"Nothing."

Leonard left the private room with a blank face, ignoring the slightly mocking voice in his head.

——

Beckland Bridge area, Brave Bar, billiards room.

Dragonzel read all the information Ian had gathered, and it recorded the detailed addresses and names of more than 100 'Edwards', but it was difficult for Dragonzel to find out his family from the name alone, so he could only visit them one by one.

And luckily, he had plenty of time.

As long as the Edwards were still in Beckland, he would find them sooner or later.

Click!

At that moment, the door of the billiard room was pushed open, and a man wearing a sharp black hat and an asymmetrical costume walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, he asked:

"Do you have any results over there?"

Longzel bowed his head slightly:

"There's a clue that I'm preparing to investigate further."

"That's good."

Mobet sat down across from him and sighed:

"I've found the old man."

Longzel keenly heard the meaning of his words, and asked:

"You're going back to Shattath?"

The purpose of the other party's visit is to meet the ancestors of the family, and afterwards they will go to Sunia Island to meet with Shatas-

This was his promise to the Elven Singer before leaving.

"I want to, too."

Mobet sighed again:

"But I can't do that, the old man is in danger now, I can't just leave."

"Now I can only find a way to contact Adevina and make things clear."

Mobet grimaced, he could already predict what Shatas's expression would be. Although he felt that Shatas could understand what he was doing, he didn't think Shatas could easily forgive him.

And even if Shatas forgives him, it is destined that the two will not be able to see each other again in a short time.

Long Zel bowed his head silently, expressing understanding.

At the same time, he was a little glad that he was not married.

Just as they were thinking, an illusory blue light suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

Just as he was about to be alerted, a familiar figure emerged from the light.

"You're coming to Grossell?"

Mobet let her guard down and asked with a smile.

Ember bowed his head lightly and looked at Longzel and said:

"Grossell, it's time for us to go."

"Okay."

The silver-white armor on Dragonzel's body replied with a hum.

In the next moment, the armor that had been clinging to Ronzel's body melted in an instant, turning into a pool of flowing silver metallic liquid, and then transformed back into a four-meter-tall blue-skinned cyclops.

Before the two could react, Ember and Grossell's figures disappeared again.

Mobet snorted:

"It's really in a hurry, and it's a hurry to go."

Ronzel spoke:

"They have more important things to do."

"I know."

Mobet waved his hand, leaned back on the back of the chair with both hands on the back of his head, and said lazily:

"With that, it's just the two of us. Tsk, I don't know how Norman is doing now. ”

——

The light is dim, but the space is extremely wide, like in the basement of the temple, the Dark Sage sits on his knees in the darkness, whispering reverently to a 3-meter-tall statue of the Hanging Man in front of him.

An illusory blue glow suddenly emerges, completely illuminating the dimly lit basement.

But the Dark Sage didn't even look at it.

Ember glanced at the Dark Sage who was praying sincerely, and didn't bother him, walking straight to the stone door deep in the basement.

And the Dark Sage had been praying with his eyes closed sincerely from beginning to end, and he didn't even have the idea of getting up to say hello.

In the eyes of both parties, they have become accustomed to each other's appearance.

Even if their beliefs are not the same, and even before that, they were hostile to each other.

But under the oracle of the Lord, both the Dark Sage and Mr. A have long forgotten the trivial conflict. For them, Ember is now the Lord's most faithful ally, even more reliable than them, the Sages.

Syllable!

The four-meter-tall giant made an earthquake sound in the enclosed basement with every step, and he looked at the upside-down statue with a little curiosity, wondering why it was the image of a giant.

After all, neither in Snowman's dictation nor in the texts he knew, there was no record of the ancient sun god possessing giant blood.

Despite his curiosity, he didn't ask, but followed Ember all the way to the depths of the basement.

A small slit in the open door was obviously not enough for Grossell to pass through, but after a little thought, he still didn't choose to open the door for more space.

Instead, the whole person melted into a puddle of flowing silver liquid, which quickly passed through the gap, and retransformed into a four-meter-tall cyclops at the other end of the door.

"Touch that painting and don't resist."

Hearing the sound of embers, Grossel did not hesitate and stepped forward to touch the painting.

In the flickering white light, the tall giant was pulled by an inexplicable suction force and disappeared into the painting.

By the time he reappeared, he was already in a village halfway up the mountain.

Just as he was scratching his head, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was an elderly priest in a black clergyman's robe, he was nearly two meters three tall, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars on the sides of his mouth, and dark brown eyes calmly staring at the giant in front of him.

The giant silently raised his vigilance, and his intuition told him that the man in front of him was not like a good person.

Just as he was thinking about it, the voice of embers came from his ears again:

"Steever, lead the way."

The old priest glanced at the embers beside the giant and bowed his head silently:

"Please follow me."

(End of chapter)