As you might have guessed, the young man in front of Heilang, whose name was Char, was a traverser.

Char thinks this is probably a big joke played by God.

He prayed to God all day long to get rich, but the only thing that responded to him was his Huabei repayment reminder.

He jokingly shouted every day to lie flat, rotten, moisten, and reopen, and he realized it for him.

And it's so thorough.

From Heilang's mouth, Char probably has a relatively clear understanding of this world, and he should have traveled to a parallel time and space.

Part of the history here coincides with the earth, such as the Roman Empire, but there are certain differences, because Rome fell a few years later.

The land territory of the world has also become much larger, the American continent is connected to the Eurasian continent by land, and the area of the Atlantic Ocean should be much less.

It is also because of the connection between the American continent and the Eurasian continent that this land was colonized earlier.

This Britannian Empire was established by foreign colonists on the American continent, almost the size of 300 Tongliao, and should include most of North America.

But according to him, this is not the largest empire in the country, there is an even more powerful country.

The period was probably at the beginning of the first industrial revolution, but it was a few decades earlier than the earth, probably the beginning of the eighteenth century.

Char bowed his head silently and said to Heilang.

"Thank you for telling me this."

"It's an honor." Hei Lang Dao.

"Tell me about it." Char looked at Heilang quietly, "Your story. ”

Hei Lang looked up, his excitement a little indescribable, he eased his mood a little, and began to tell the reason why he had come to Char.

Char was actually mentally prepared after hearing Heilang talk about the background of this era.

Historically, the period of the First Industrial Revolution was a relatively dark period, second only to the Middle Ages.

The Middle Ages had just passed, and the oppression of the aristocracy had not disappeared, and a new oppressive class had emerged.

The aristocracy held a large amount of land, and the land that was converted into factories would only be the land of a small number of peasants.

The land has been converted into factories, and the effluent pollutes the fields, filling the air with harmful substances that erodes the health of farmers.

The peasants lost their land and could only become factory workers.

But in this era, there are no labor protection laws, and all kinds of workers' rights and unions, they have become the victims of the times, doing the most tiring work, earning the least wages, but they cannot even maintain the basic life.

However, to Char's surprise, this man is not a worker, but the son of a factory owner, and the profits from his factory attract the prying eyes of the local aristocracy.

The aristocracy used the army to raid his family's factory on trumped-up charges, kill his parents, and arrest his sister, while he escaped by studying outside.

"So.... You want me to help you..... Revenge? Char said calmly.

Hei Lang buried his head low, gritting his teeth.

"I can give anything for it."

Char looked at him with his head down, thoughts wandering in his heart, and after a moment, he said, "I can help you." ”

Hei Lang looked up, his eyes full of hope.

Char continued.

"You have a choice to make, though."

"Choose?" Hei Lang frowned.

"You want to achieve your goal a little longer, but in the future you will not only have great wealth, but also have the power and status that everyone respects and fears.

It's still a shorter time, but maybe you have to live incognito and under a mask for the rest of your life. ”

"I choose the latter!" Heilang said without hesitation.

Char raised her eyebrows in surprise, "This is not a good choice. ”

"My sister is still in his hands!" Hei Lang said with a firm look in his eyes.

Char bowed, "Family is really important. ”

He looked at Heilang, then slowly raised his hand and whispered.

"So.... Just accept the fate I have given you..."

His voice was low and magnetic, and Kuroro felt like a judge full of majesty, sitting in a high position, pronouncing his fate.

A faint glow broke away from his hand and burrowed into Heilang's body.

Hei Lang's pupils contracted slightly, and he felt that there were a lot of memories in his mind, and the mysterious wizard in front of him had become his teacher, teaching him a lot of knowledge, stealth, assassination, climbing.... I've become very strong myself.

He stood still, a slight trance in his eyes, struggling between falsehood and truth.

"You wait a little bit here." Char withdrew his hand and walked upstairs, and after a few hours, he walked down, holding a hooded garment and a well-made weapon.

"Wearing this outfit and wearing a hood will reduce your presence in the crowd, and weapons, you should understand how to use them."

Hei Lang bowed his head, and then solemnly took the two things.

"Now, get out of here." Char said, "Fate will guide you." ”

Heilang was silent for a moment and said, "What price do I have to pay?" ”

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price." Char sat back in his chair in front of the stove and said to the flames, "Your price has already been paid......"

Hei Lang frowned a little puzzled, but he nodded anyway.

"I see."

With that, Heilang walked down the stairs, and then Char's voice came from behind him.

"Twist the doorknob."

Although he didn't know what this meant, Hei Lang obeyed him and turned the doorknob, and with a jingle of bells, the four-colored wheel hanging on the door turned yellow.

Then, slowly, he opened the door.

Everything in front of him made his pupils shrink slightly.

No longer a hopeless snowfield, but a tranquil city street.

It seemed like a light rain had just fallen, and the whole city was shrouded in a layer of fog, and the hazy, uneven bluestone brick road was soaked in water stains and shimmered under the kerosene street lamps.

People on the streets are in a hurry, and people come and go.

"Here it is.... Imperial Capital!? Hei Lang muttered softly.

Although he was already mentally prepared for the abilities that wizards had, this great power that could cross hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye still made his heart difficult to stop for a long time

"Pak~"

The sound of the door closing automatically pulled him back to reality.

He looked back at the gate, then at the familiar street.

He took a deep breath, though he didn't know what the said guidance of fate was.

But at this moment, he already has some more confidence in his heart.

With that thought, he restarted his steps towards the end of the street, and finally disappeared into the fog.....

"Is this the imperial capital?"

Char quietly looked at the bustling city through the window, and whispered softly.

The imperial capital naturally refers to the capital city where the emperor is located, that is, the capital of a country.

When he first came into this world, he was in the snowy field where Heilang had walked.

Unlike Heilang's prior preparations, at that time, he had almost nothing, no equipment, and even wore short sleeves, so the result was naturally predictable.

However, just as he was about to become a new ice sculpture on the snowfield, he met a man.

The man said, "It's fate's choice," and then asked what he wanted.

Char's consciousness at that time was already very vague, and he could only make wishes based on what his heart longed for the most.

He said he wanted a warm place and wanted to have a fire around the fire.

Then, he acquired the castle.

Char quietly stared at the fire burning in front of him, and his thoughts also went back to the past with the burning flame, which was almost a day ago.

When I first entered this castle....

.....

"You can call me .... Destiny. ”

It was still the inside of the castle, but at this moment, it was not Char sitting in front of the hearth, but an old man, who was hunched over, wearing a robe, and facing Char with his back.

"Fate?" Char frowned.

"Do you believe in fate?" The old man named Destiny spoke.

Char thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, in this world, some people are born destined to enjoy glory and wealth, while some people struggle all their lives, maybe they can only live in a corner."

In this world, there are indeed things that are destined by birth and cannot be changed by human beings. ”

"Interesting answer."

The old man murmured softly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly hooked in an arc, "What cannot be changed is called a fixed number, and on the contrary, what can be changed is called a variable."

The fixed number is fate, the variable is luck, and the combination of the two can be called fate. ”

"You're not from this world."

The old man continued, "There are variables in your body, but there are no definite numbers, which means that you do not exist in the fate line of this world.

You don't have a source. ”

Char was silent for a moment and said, "Do you know why I came to this world? ”

The old man shook his head, "The most wonderful thing about fate is its uncertainty, it chooses you. ”

After a pause, he said, "From now on, this place belongs to you, and it can take you out of this snowy field." ”

Char looked around, a little puzzled.

"Are you familiar with this moving castle?" The old man said calmly, "This is my creation based on what you think in your heart is the warmest house. ”

At this time, Char finally remembered why this house was so familiar, he came from an anime movie that Char had watched in the past, called "Howl's Moving Castle".

"So, at what cost?" Char asked, he never felt that there was any free lunch in this world.

The old man turned his head, his face was full of traces of time, and the wrinkled skin drooped on his face, but the eyes were bright and wise.

"I want you to take my place."

Char frowned, "What position?" ”

"Once upon a time, people called me the Weaver of Destiny."

"Does fate still need to be woven?" Char said with some confusion.

The old man smiled, he raised his hand, and a point of light was shot into Char's mind.

In an instant, Char's pupils contracted a little.

His perspective expands at an astonishing rate, space, time, and finally to an immensely vast perspective.

He saw a giant tree, the tree from the distant past as the beginning to the future infinitely extended, the fixed number and the variable intertwined into the branches, this is a tree of destiny, but also the tree of time.

Char saw the fate of many people and saw the passage of time on the tree of fate.

He suddenly realized.

From a physical point of view, the universe does not have a concept of time, or rather, it does not need time at all.

The universe is composed of countless elementary particles, and the manifestation of time in human cognition is the movement and entropy increase of elementary particles.

It's just that human beings can't explain the passage of things and aging, so they have adopted the concept of time, formed today's world view, and extended the past, present, and future three views of time.

The same is true of fate, the concept of fate is born in life.

Countless variables and certainties of life are intertwined and converge into the Tree of Destiny.

Therefore, if life is destroyed, fate will also lose the meaning of existence.....

Although fate is not conscious, it has an instinct for continuity.

It requires the presence of the weaver to ensure the continuation of destiny, in other words, the continuation of living beings.

But the weaver is not a savior, but a responsible .... Weaving the fate of the savior.