Will Unsetin, lying in a warm cradle and wrapped in a soft velvet blanket, enjoyed his childhood once a few years.

It would have been better if He hadn't had insomnia tonight, but soon He knew what the cause of insomnia was.

Although the baby's full name has been changed to Will Krees, there is no difference in the name, and Klein once speculated whether it was a coincidence of good luck or Will decisively used extraordinary abilities to influence the consciousness of the Ellens before he was born.

Klein leans towards the former, especially after seeing the peculiarity of the "fate" path, the "luck" of this path can be said to be a kind of random metaphysics - not everything is useful, but when it comes to success, often that little bit of luck is the key.

However, the moment he saw Klein, the baby who was originally smiling had a bitter look on his face, "Why are you so unlucky today".

"First of all, congratulations, what a lot of movement that day." The baby muttered quietly, its round face bulging.

"You don't seem happy to see me." Crane took off his hat to the baby boy and walked to the edge of the bassinet, only then lifted the glass in his left hand and shook it.

There were three scoops of ice cream of different colors in the cup, and with the smile on Klein's face, his meaning was obvious: "Look what I brought?" ”

Will wiped the corners of his mouth with his pink fist, and said helplessly, "Tell me what you're here for." Sometimes fate asks for something that is much heavier than it will give......"

Well, Klein has to admit that the "Mercury Snake" hunch is always very accurate: "You really don't plan to enjoy ice cream first?" I'm afraid you'll lose your appetite for it after that. ”

The baby's eyes widened, and it looked like it was going to cry out at any moment: "You've brought it to me, are you going to take it away?" ”

"I have some questions, some of my doubts, well, some about 'Zoya'."

"I knew that...... You ask. The baby tugged the blanket tighter and moved a little away from Klein, but the cradle was so big that he could only lie down in a different position, and he didn't even bother to get up.

"In fact, when I was promoted, I noticed that something seemed to be wrong with the fog of history." Klein paused here, and when he saw Will Onsetin shaking his head at him, he had already expected this, so he could only continue, "What I want to ask you for is not about 'history', but about 'fate'. ”

Will Onsetin blinked in confusion: "I thought you would prioritize yourself for answers. ”

"Myself?" Klein thought for two seconds, "I think so too, but I don't know enough now to explore the end of the fog of history. ”

The baby pulls up the blanket, gets up from the cradle, and leans against the edge of the fence:

"Let's put it this way, the 'River of Destiny' is not constant, but any god with the corresponding authority can scoop a glass of water from it, but there is a limit, at least to the best of our understanding, it is still only a brief glimpse of it."

Crane thought of another "ancient" who had also crossed time and had a brief exchange with him: "If you are an 'all-knowing and all-powerful', you can't touch the 'river of fate'?" ”

The baby shook his head vigorously: "Of course not, our world is limited to the real world and the spirit world. Even if you have a special way to spy on the direction of fate, you can't do anything to it, just like I can't eat up the ice cream in your hand from so far away...... Not to mention last month's ice cream. ”

Klein realized that this was Will Unsetin's hint at his situation about the "fog of history", because the past is already certain, it is not a history book that can be altered by anyone, and there is no possibility of "changing".

"If I really become the 'wheel of fortune', I can only mobilize it to direct a special tributary, but not make it form a completely independent puddle. To understand and open the door to the 'world of absolute reason', you need the same support as you do. But the right time for this situation is very, very harsh, and I don't know who can afford it......"

Seeing Klein's face heavy, the baby quickly added, "Even 'Zoya' can't do it. ”

All the gifts of fate have long been secretly marked with a price, and someone has indeed said so.

The smile on Klein's face was a little indifferent when he remembered these words, but it quickly returned to normal: "What if it is the key point where change is extremely important? For example, to let a person who should have died in 'fate' live? ”

The baby's face was almost twisted into a white and tender bun: "This situation ......"

"It's not about coming back from the dead, it's about directly changing the fate that points to death," Klein added, "and what happened in the East Side smog, I'm sure you should have sensed it too." ”

Will Ensedin looked at Klein in confusion, but his eyes were empty because of his thoughts, and he even subconsciously began to give him a thumbs up.

This time, the baby was silent for a long time, and then, as if he was tired of sitting, he lay back in his cradle: "Even if he survives, a moment of 'good luck' is not enough to fight the 'fate' of death......"

"You mean, they're going to die?"

"It depends on the way of 'change', whether it is to delay or advance the corresponding fate, or to cover it in some other way, or even to lead to a future with another possibility."

Will raised the velvet blanket in his hand, and looked less inclined to continue the conversation: "'Fate' is not a simple concept, and I can't tell you anything more, it is a very dangerous thing for you. ”

But Klein keenly grasped the word: "Another possibility?" Is it possible that these two different destinies will occur at the same time? ”

"I haven't observed the corresponding situation in the 'long river of fate', but if there is such a thing, it will inevitably produce a corresponding intersection point."

This is said very suggestively, and who the intersection is, Klein knows very well in his heart.

Isn't Sequence 3 enough to explore this secret? He sighed silently.

The baby's eyes lit up as he looked at the ice cream in Crane's hand, and Crane knew in his heart that everything he could say was almost the same, and because of his personality, there were some things he couldn't know for the time being.

Klein began to scoop the scoop of ice cream out of the cup and put it in the baby's mouth, and the "mercury snake" let out a satisfied "whining" sound, finally waiting for the "reward" he expected.

As Crane was holding the spoon and feeding the "hard money" to Will Unsetin, a small chirp came from the pocket of his long trench coat, and the yellow-feathered lark poked its head out and barked twice at the baby in the cradle.

The baby boy swallowed the creamy ice cream with honey in his mouth and replied to the lark: "I know this." ”

"What?" Klein was visibly stunned.

"There is also a hypothesis circulating within us that is not only difficult to prove, but even more difficult to accept," the baby waved his fist like a small steamed bun twice at the lark in dissatisfaction, "but that is impossible!" ”

The sound of the Nornes chirping was like a cannon, and although it sensibly lowered its volume, it still seemed very noisy.

The baby in the cradle bit his thumb twice and twisted his body uneasily: "Okay, this does explain part of the problem of 'the long river of fate', but the theory that cannot be proved can only be an illusory theory - we cannot accept the fabrication of the 'world of absolute truth'." ”

The lark was still calling, and Will Ansettin directly interrupted it: "Can you really get in touch with the 'River of Destiny'?" ”

The bird's call immediately stopped, and in a few seconds the little head was honestly retracted into its pocket. Klein always felt that Nornes was very angry, and if he hadn't been afraid of his presence, he might have rushed up and pecked the baby hard.

He looked back at the baby, and in the disgruntled gaze of the other, he dug up a spoonful of ice cream again as comfort: "So what are you two arguing about?" ”

After swallowing the ice cream, the baby's expression looked much more relaxed: "A little nonsense." ”

A shrill birdsong came from Klein's pocket, and he had never been so curious about what Nornes was talking about—not this one, of course, the scream was clearly just swearing.

The baby ate several more spoonfuls of ice cream before he was in the mood to speak again: "It's a very peculiar phenomenon that 'fate' and 'dream' are connected, because on the surface, the two have nothing to do with each other – I'm not talking about dream divination or the subconscious sea, but a deeper interaction. ”

"I thought the 'dream' was supposed to be ...... The power of that goddess. ”

"Of course, of course, did you know that He also has the power to control Doom?"

Of course, Klein knew this, "the queen of doom and fear," and he had recited this prayer many times.

The baby continued: "The theory I mentioned is related to 'dreams', and I don't know who came up with it, but I guess it's dreaming - 'dreams are enough to serve as a bridge to communicate the reflection of the real world'. Speak of the 'world of absolute truth' as a reflection? This is simply a provocation to the theories of our school of life! If I hadn't been able to find the source of this rumor a long time ago, I would have taught the guy who came up with this sentence a hard lesson......"

Klein scooped up another scoop of strawberry-flavored ice cream and stuffed it into the mouth of the baby, swinging his little fist, successfully extinguishing Will Unsetin's anger.

"That's what Nornes told you?"

"Hmmm! That kind of thing is simply impossible. The baby muttered indistinctly.

Crane remembered what Esther had said, and repeated it in a low voice: "She said that under the dice of fate, everything ends up being a miracle." ”

"What about you, do you believe it?" Will Unsetin suddenly asked rhetorically.

Klein always felt that the cup of ice cream in his hand was a little too cold, but he was already a demigod, and it was impossible for him to be frozen by a cup of ice cream.

"I don't know."

The baby pouted: "Let's say it first, I will never give him the 'dice of probability'!" ”

Klein couldn't hold back the smile that crept up the corners of his mouth.