What? The old man knows the name? Doesn't that mean that there really is such an angel!

Leonard sat up straight almost instinctively, if it weren't for the fact that there were two other people next to him, he really wanted to ask Parles directly what he knew at this moment, and what kind of existence this secret angel was.

Fortunately, this time Parles did not intend to run away as a riddler, but instead saw Leonard's doubts, and said patiently:

"I don't know the angel, but I've heard the name of the angel, and it seemed like a very ancient being a long, long time ago."

Hey, even the old man said ancient, could it be some kind of old guy from the Quaternary?

Leonard couldn't help but guess in his heart.

"But......" Parles's voice was a little more confused, "I have a very vague memory of that one, so I am not sure what kind of person it is. ”

This made Leonard a little disappointed, but he also knew that since the old man had said so, he probably couldn't ask anything.

Leonard couldn't help but sigh and put his attention back to reality, feeling the four "fiery" gazes coming from his side.

"Ahem......" Leonard couldn't help coughing, although his heart was weak, he still held on: "Why do you all look at me like this?" ”

Poet, I'm pretty sure by now that you're talking to someone I can't see...... Klein kept smiling, but couldn't help but complain in his heart.

If before coming to Backland, Klein only vaguely guessed about the secrets of the poet's classmates, after coming to Backland, he was almost certain that the poet's classmates might have something like a grandfather.

The occasional strangeness he showed was so hard for Klein to ignore it.

And I don't know if it's Klein's delusion, he always feels that since the Tingen incident together, the poet classmates have been more and more free in front of him, and no longer cover up the abnormality.

Maybe it's because in his opinion, the three people here are all "protagonists" with secrets?

Klein couldn't help but guess, and remembered what Leonard had told him, "The two protagonists met" and "The wheels of history roll forward".

So Grandpa really has a memory of me, is it because although I haven't interfered with the timeline where he is, has he already left traces in the Second Age?

Lynn, who did deliberately mention the "Angel of Secrets" to test him, had a guess in his heart, but his expression did not change much, he just raised his eyebrows at Leonard and said, "Fellow poet, it looks like you have heard of the name Angel of Secrets?" ”

"Well, that's true, but I don't know much about this secret angel, only that he seems to be a very, very ancient being." Leonard hesitated, but replied.

He also knew that his strange performance this time was too obvious, and said that he didn't know that the "Secret Angel" probably wouldn't be believed.

"Very ancient existence......" Lynn suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, as if she was really thinking about something.

Klein hurriedly wrote down this knowledge point, although he didn't know who this "secret angel" was, but he felt that this kind of knowledge might be useful in the future.

Leonard remembered something and asked, "Lynn, where is the ancient book you are talking about?" Can you still find it? ”

"I'm afraid it won't work, that ancient book was lost a long, long time ago due to some accident......" Lynn shook her head, showing a look of regret.

Both Leonard and Klein were a little sorry.

"But although the ancient books can't be found, since the secret angel is real, it means that the blasphemous chess may also be real......" Lynn said as he pinched a chess piece on the coffee table and said with a smile, "Maybe one day, we will encounter the real blasphemy chess!" ”

At the same time, around the bonfires of the Second Age.

Lynn suddenly looked up at Sasriel, who didn't forget to correct the documents even if he was on a business trip, and while correcting the documents, he was waiting for the most opportune time to make a move in the future, and raised his hand and said, "Sasriel, I heard that the legendary blasphemy slate is in your hands, right?" ”

After a pause, Sasriel raised his eyes to Lynn and said with a gentle smile, "The blasphemous slate is indeed in my hand, what's wrong?" ”

"Can you lend me a look?" Lynn said directly, highlighting a straightforward and sincere.

Of course, the reason why Lynn dared to make such a request directly was also because of his special identity and young age.

He was sure that even if the request was not granted, it would not have any bad effects.

Sasriel was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by Lynn's straightforwardness, but he still shook his head and said with a slightly apologetic expression, "...... Sorry, Sothos, I can't let you read the blasphemous tablet without the Lord's command. ”

Ah, sure enough, it was rejected.

Lynn, who was not surprised at all by this, immediately sighed and said with a rather disappointed expression: "Oh. ”

This made Sasriel's expression a little helpless, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "But if Sothos wants to know the subsequent potion recipe of the Hermit Path, I can directly copy it to you." ”

After a pause, Sasriel looked at Medici next to him and said, "If Medici you need it, I can also copy the potion recipe of the Red Priest Path to you." ”

"Thank you, Sasliel, then, but I'd like to be able to take a look at the blasphemous slate......" Lynn immediately changed her expression, completely devoid of the disappointed look she had just looked.

Although it was a pity for him not to see the desecration slate, it was also acceptable for Lynn to be able to prostitute the latter recipe for nothing.

The appearance of this Sichuan drama's face made Saslier's smile more and more helpless, but he, who had already accepted the fact that his two children were bear children, didn't say anything more, and continued to correct the documents.

The night is still long.

And while Sasriel waited, in the realm of the elves, in a huge palace that seemed to be made of coral.

"What the hell did Lilith want to do, and why did he take the initiative to provoke Fregela and Kvahithun......"

The Elven King Sunia Solim sat on a throne that seemed to be composed of pure electric light, his ears were pointed and towering, his face was softly contoured, his hair was thick, black and blue were intertwined, and his facial features were not only outstanding at first glance, but also handsome when combined.

However, he intuitively gives people a sense of tyranny, this tyranny is not pure cold-blooded and cruel, but more like impatience and violence, as if as long as the elf king Sunia Solem does not agree with each other, he can fight with people.