The sky was white, and soon the sun slowly climbed up, and the bonfire no longer looked dazzling, but still released heat gently.

Above the campfire is a simple grill with an iron grill that should not be found in the wilderness, and in the middle of it is a fish covered with spices, surrounded by common seasoned vegetables such as onions, peppers, and garlic chips.

The fish is grilled to the right temperature, the skin is slightly yellowed and crispy, and the exposed snow-white fish meat has a little oil oozing, mixed with the rich aroma brought by the seasoning, the color, fragrance and taste are complete, and people can't help but salivate just by looking at it.

Douglas's mind was a little empty, watching Amon move casually to find a fresh lemon out of nowhere, and the lemon somehow automatically turned into two halves, half of the juice was squeezed into the grilled fish, and the other half was thrown into the glass that had not appeared a second before, and the liquid in it was stirred up a lot of bubbles.

After watching the operation, he sighed disrespectfully in his heart: Angels are angels, and eating grilled fish for breakfast is extravagant......

As for the fact that the angels would do their own to grill fish, although strange, Douglas has learned to accept it.

After all, the last time he saw Amon feeding the pigeons in the square in front of the night church.

Very lively, very human.

Anyway, it's 108,000 miles away from the angels in the canon.

It wasn't until the fish was almost roasted that Amon took out two more branch-like things, and very skillfully picked up a piece of fish meat with them and put it in his mouth, that Douglas couldn't help but say, "You can also use chopsticks to ......"

Amon glanced at him, and did not answer immediately, but chewed and tasted the food slowly before saying:

"This type of cutlery is not uncommon in the vicinity of the Rothde Islands, and is said to have been inspired by the elven customs of Russell."

Genie? Oh, an extinct blue-haired extraordinary creature where every elf is a natural "sailor......

Because of his long experience with the long-established Bloodline, Douglas knew a lot more about the various ancient and extraordinary races than the average extraordinary.

But now his attention was not there, but he muttered with a complicated expression: "Russell...... Suddenly, I want to dig his ancestral grave! ”

What about the good fellows who say that they don't lie to the fellows? Okay, what's the next risk? What about covering me?

Do you call it dangerous for more than 30 monsters that crawl all over the ground with their hands and feet and will attack mentally?

Vanna, who was sitting on his right, also gave him a strange look: "It's too late, when the royal family of Sauron was restored, the graves of the Gustav family were almost dug up." ”

Douglas: "...... This is somewhat excessive. ”

"It's okay," Vanna recalls slightly, "after all, when Russell overthrew the Saurons, you could see a royal head rolling on the ground every street you walked in Trier. ”

Douglas immediately leaned back tactically, lamenting that his fellow was still strong, and gave up the idea of going to Russell's grave.

Of course, he also complained a few words, after all, Russell's state is not good to the naked eye, since he is still alive with arms and legs, Douglas is not really angry with anyone because of this.

He was now more concerned about whether there would be such a potentially fatal omission in the occult knowledge exchanged with Russell, and decided to wait for Amon to report his experience to the angel who was really covering himself after the meal, ask some of the same questions, compare the two, and try to sift out the credible parts.

Coupled with the official knowledge of the church, after many screenings, there will always be some problems or confirmation of certain things.

It's a pity that Russell can only be used once...... Douglas thought with regret.

If there are enough sources of information, even if the knowledge is trivial and fragmented, sooner or later the truth can be glimpsed like a jigsaw puzzle. No matter how small the limitation is, as long as it is the truth.

But seeing that Amon was enjoying the food slowly, he still had to wait for a while. Idle is also idle, Douglas clasped his hands, straightened his arms and stretched his waist, quietly glanced at Antigonus who was next to him with his eyes closed, turned his gaze to Vanna, and inevitably asked curiously: "Where did you go after you disappeared from the room?" What exactly is the fog of history? ”

Vanna, who had been waiting for him to ask, immediately acted, and mysteriously hooked her fingers, motioning for Douglas to come closer.

When the latter leaned forward and came to her, she deliberately whispered in a vague voice, "I don't know...... I remember a lot of things, but I'm not sure if these memories really belong to me, can you understand the feeling? It's like having two personalities at the same time, and the line between 'real' and 'false' becomes blurred......"

Listening and listening, Douglas couldn't help but want to say I understand, isn't it just two personalities? When he first digested his own memories at the beginning of the time-travel, he also had a similar feeling. But when you think about it, it's a little different from what Vana described, for Douglas, the memories before and after the time trip are real, and the question is just which side he focuses on after merging the two memories.

Personally, Douglas feels that the more than 20 years of life before the time travel have had a greater impact on him.

As he pondered the question, Vanna said earnestly, "When you look at me, do you think there's anything wrong with me?"

Douglas raised his eyes and looked at Fanna's face earnestly. It's still that not outstanding but attractive enough face, but the warm brown eyes seem to be a little depressed because of exhaustion...... He frowned, and after a few careful observations, he said soothingly: "Don't scare yourself, isn't this still ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Vanna's two brown eyes suddenly rolled out of their sockets, and "pop" and "pop" fell to the ground.

Douglas's brain "buzzed", and the hairs on his back began to rise.

"Really? Nothing has really changed at all? Vana asked faintly.

Her face melted and twisted like a candle scorched by flames at this moment, and dense flesh buds emerged from the flesh, making her otherwise good face instantly look terrifying in the most terrible nightmares.

Almost at the same time, Douglas's figure vanished and flashed out in the immediate vicinity—behind Amun, who was sitting not far away eating grilled fish.

He crouched behind the other man, only half of his head exposed, and kept watching the strange-looking Fanna, and he still grabbed the hem of the angel's dark wizard's robe tightly with one hand, as if trying to get the attention of the man by tugging at the hem of the garment, so as to solve the problem in front of him.

Unexpectedly that he would be so cowardly, and so close to Amon, Vanna chose to take it before the monocle-clad angel looked at her. The wriggling granulations on her face shrank and disappeared in an instant, and her skin returned to its original appearance.

Picking up the two eyeballs made of "Spirit Worms" on the ground and easily stuffing them back into their sockets, Fanna looked at Douglas's stunned expression again, smiled happily, and grimaced at him: "Hehe, lie to you, this is just one of the extraordinary abilities of the 'Facelings'...... I didn't have anything to do, I just got a gift from my ancestors and was promoted to a few sequences. ”

Douglas looked at her steadily, still hesitant. However, Amon's steady appearance as a mountain of thunder proves that Vana is indeed not dangerous at this time, or that the danger is under control.

The "master of tricks", who had been teased, sat back in place with an unhappy face, and before opening his mouth to greet the other party elegantly, he suddenly reacted to what Fanna had just said: "Wait a minute, 'how many sequences have you promoted'?" Are you serious? ”

The promotion of the first order of potions is a common sense for the extraordinary, and even if the potions are not out of control, there is a high probability that they will become crazy because of this.

After completing the planned prank, Fanna spread her hands, shrugged her shoulders playfully, and summarized very succinctly but covertly: "I am a descendant of the Zarathu family, this Diran Castle was arranged by the family in the Quaternary Age to ensure the continuation of the bloodline, and it is natural to get the corresponding benefits when you come here, and the previous amnesia is the external manifestation of the promotion ceremony......"

As she spoke, Fanna raised her head to look at Amun, her lips moved slightly, and she asked respectfully: "Your Highness, I want to know if there is the will of that one in this."

After retrieving the memories of the Quaternary Age, many questions were answered, but there was one thing that Vana didn't quite understand, and that was the exact time when she "woke up" after completing the ritual.

What is certain at the moment is that the upbringing experience in her mind that she had grown up "from childhood to adulthood" in the Fifth Age must have been fake, and the experience after joining the Esoteric Order was more real, but little Zarathu, who was still alive at the time, did not notice her.

Those who can do this silently can only be the high-level "audience", and it just so happens that the most prestigious "audience" in the Quaternary Age is Amon's brother.

Amon fiddled with the chopsticks in his hand and smiled when he heard this: "There is a certain possibility." After all, I never knew about it before today. ”

Meaning, what you don't even know can only be the one who is making the move?

Vana muttered in her heart, and then heard Amon say, "But I have some guesses, do you want to hear them?"

Although she was very concerned, Vana still cautiously rejected him at this moment: "The ancestors told me, 'Destiny has no feet, but it will always come'."

This is a Quaternary proverb, which is similar to "wait and see", "life and death have fate", that is, fate does not change easily, and all mortals can do is wait.

Vanna, who thinks she has been involved with Amon's brother, doesn't want to touch Amon's light again.

The brothers did not have a good reputation in the Quaternary.

Amon did not buy and sell by force.

Even He didn't know exactly how much Adam had laid out over such a long period of time.

His gaze looked through the ordinary crystal lens to Douglas - as a "thief" who can steal all fate, at this moment Amon also faintly appeared in his vision of a large silver river, which is a kind of embodiment of the fate of the person he sees.

The fate of normal people sometimes has forks and tributaries in the flow, representing many possibilities for the future, but all forks will soon return to the mainstream, and there is no trace of what once existed, which represents the certainty of history.

Even for extraordinary beings who are susceptible to all kinds of disturbances, the river of fate has a clear distinction between priorities and priorities, with complex forms and clear laws.

However, at this moment, in Amon's eyes, the river of fate belonging to Douglas is very different from others! The flowing silver glow seemed to be as continuous as an ordinary river trunk, but also like a fine and divergent grid, stretching endlessly into the distance.

In the occult sense alone, it is said that Glass's fate at every moment is a practice of all possibilities, which is ultimately chaotic and unpredictable.

But this disorder and chaos did not manifest itself in Douglas, and even Amon was able to interfere with his fate to a small extent through his extraordinary abilities.

This obvious superposition of contradictions reminds Amon of the concept of "wave-particle duality" that his father casually mentioned a long, long time ago.

He didn't know much of the definition behind the concept, but his instinct to be "wrong" made Amun remember it because he felt there was a hole in it.

And Douglas was not only unaware of Amon's gaze, but he didn't even hear the conversation between Amon and Vanna before.

Vana apparently didn't want to reveal her secrets too much, so she kept fooling Douglas with illusions when communicating with him. The latter couldn't see through this sage-level illusion without being vigilant, and he actually chatted smoothly.

By the time Vanna had withdrawn the illusion, the conversation about Castle Diran had been pretty much over. Vana didn't reveal too many details, and Douglas had no way of knowing the inheritance of the Zarathu family, but he just figured out why the corpses of different periods appeared at the same time, anyway, in order to preserve the extraordinary materials in the castle, the angels of the Zarathu family made all kinds of arrangements at that time, whether it was Tamara in the Quaternary Age or the explorers and hunters who strayed into this place later, they were quickly made into secret puppets or trapped in the fog of history.

The Little Zaratul of the Fifth Age Esoteric Order found this place and rearranged it under the cover of the Russell Treasure, which created a strange scene where the Quaternary people were full of Russell.

What a mess the extraordinary world is...... Douglas looked up at the gloomy and decadent castle again, not knowing whether to be happy or afraid, and suddenly an idea occurred in his mind. He asked Vana instead, "Since this castle is yours now, do you mind carving some words on it?"

Vanna was a little confused: "You...... What do you want to engrave? ”

Douglas pointed at himself and said with a smile, "Wasn't it full of the resentful spirits trapped in the castle just now?" Their memories, their emotions, I feel them. According to the customs of my hometown, since there is no body to be buried, I have to erect a monument and engrave a letter. ”

"......" Fanna felt a little reasonable, but also felt very strange, "Then do I want to engrave all my ancestors?" ”

According to the size of the Zarathu, it is easy to carve a few walls.

As for Douglas's inexplicable and sentimental thoughts, Vanna was not surprised.

She occasionally felt that Douglas was too naïve as an extraordinary. But the moment she saw Amon, Vanna felt like she understood.

This is indeed the case with the low sequence of angelic care.

Who hasn't lived the days of being shrouded in family and ancestors...... She shrugged her shoulders ungracefully and said casually, "You can do it if you want."

As a "historian", the things she wants to remember have long become her anchor point, and the ruins of reality have no meaning.

The idea was satisfied, and Douglas did not immediately put it into practice, but finally waited for Amon to finish his lavish breakfast, consciously reported to him the itinerary of the past few weeks, and did some occult knowledge comparison as he wished, and came to the conclusion that Russell's words were true.

What Douglas didn't notice was that he quietly forgot the "Fools" and "Twilight Hermits" that Russell mentioned at the end.

When all the doubts in his mind were cleared for the time being, Douglas seriously thought about it for a moment, suddenly slapped his leg, and said to Amon with some hesitation: "Although I don't know if he is serious or joking...... The Red Angel said once that I was going to join the Aurora Society in Beckland. ”