"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect it...... I didn't expect you to come to my estate so soon. ”

Berkeley's somewhat agitated voice was evident from inside the room. A few sensible servants had brought pastries and drinks, and then they withdrew from each other.

In the large living room, the lights are bright, and the huge magic chandelier hangs on the top, reflecting the colorful colors.

Princess Hiro was sitting on the burgundy sofa, her head bowed slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Berkeley apparently did not notice this, and his heart was full of astonishment, and Hiro, who had always been dismissive of him, had greatly surprised him by accepting his invitation. He didn't expect that today, when he had just sent out the invitation, this favorite woman would come to his manor.

For him, it all felt like a dream.

Only in the shadow of a corner of the living room, Lance, who was hidden next to him, vaguely understood something.

"Mr. Berkeley. Princess Hiro pondered for a while, as if she had prepared her words, and said very politely, "I beg your pardon for visiting late at night, which is somewhat presumptuous. ”

"No, no, no...... Of course not. Berkeley squeezed out a smile that he thought was very personable, and he feigned calm and said, "I'm very welcome to you." It adds a lot of color to my estate, which would have been a boring night tonight, but not anymore. ”

Hiro smiled faintly: "Since this is the case, then I will make my intentions clear." ”

Berkeley nodded.

"I want to know who the original author of that love poem—the one you read in public this afternoon?" said Hiro, in a calm tone. But with a hint of unmistakable meaning. Although she used an inquiring tone, she seemed to know something.

"Could it be that the two of them have met before?" said Lance, who decided to continue listening.

As soon as these words came out, Berkeley was dumbfounded. He said dryly, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about......"

But he secretly thought to himself: Could it be that the kid told Hiro about this this afternoon......? Lance, yes? I've got to find a way to teach this self-righteous guy a lesson.

Hiro was furious, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Mr. Berkeley, there is no one left and right now, so I might as well say it directly." As far as I know, you've never been a poet of your dreams. ”

Berkeley's face flushed, his mind spinning rapidly, but he didn't know how to get the matter done.

Princess Hiro looked at him with both eyes: "Honestly. I'm here for a much simpler purpose than you might think. I used to have an old friend. I love to write poetry, and I have read many of his poems...... And the poem you recited this afternoon, there are a lot of similarities in it, and I'm just trying to confirm it. Is he an old friend of mine whom I haven't seen in a long time? ”

Berkeley was silent. He barely smiled, "Okay. I admit that I didn't write that poem. ”

"But my love for you. It can be expressed in that poem. He said with some eagerness: "Believe me, my heart will never be faked." ”

Lance on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. The cheekiness of this product is too thick, and it was exposed to someone's face, and he was embarrassed to continue to pursue each other with a dead face.

Princess Hiro smiled lightly, "I think I can understand your mind." But can I go back and think about it? After all, we don't know much about each other, but I'm sure you're a good person. ”

Berkeley suddenly laughed, a little fluttery.

His performance is not at all like what a rich boy should have. On the contrary, he looks like a young man who has nothing to do, which makes Lance secretly sigh that this Berkeley is not a bad person, not even a playboy.

However, such a person is destined to be issued a good person card by a girl.

Sure enough, after Princess Hiro had finished saying this, she asked with some urgency: "You haven't told me the original author of this poem? ”

Berkeley scratched his head and said a little confusedly, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid the author of this poem won't be your old friend." Because he was a carpenter in our family, and his father was also a carpenter, and both father and son had been living in the Black Mountain Manor and rarely left the manor. I only recently learned that he can write good poems, so I asked him to express this feeling for me...... Someone of his profession should be unlikely to be your friend. You may have mistaken the person. ”

"Oh, is it?" said Hiro, without moving, "And where is he now?"

Berkeley said unthinkingly: "There is a new batch of timber in the northern lumberyards, and he needs to choose it, and his carpentry work is still very good, and by the way, he is also very good at carving and making small puppets...... I can take you another day ......."

In the room, the conversation between the two was intermittent, but neither of them noticed that the shadow that was originally hidden in the corner had quietly disappeared.

......

"It's what Berkeley calls a lumberyard. ”

Lance searched the northern part of the Black Mountain Manor with his eagle eye, and after two hours, he finally found the lumberyard.

At this moment, the workers in the lumber yard are working all night, and the loud noise resounds through the nearby area, and the figures are bright under the lights.

Lance held his breath and slowly leaned in.

After probing, he breathed a sigh of relief. The entire lumberyard was full of mortals, not a single wizard. In front of a second-level wizard like him, these mortals were nothing more than ants.

Soon, he found a room full of puppets and puppet wires from the occasional conversation. Looking through the window, a young man in his thirties was working on something in the dim light. His fingers were rough and calloused, but his hands were dexterous—fine pieces of wood kept flying out, and in a short time, a beautiful and clean doll was basically formed.

"Very beautiful dolls. "That's at this time. A cold voice sounded from outside the window.

A man in a cloak with most of his face hidden in the shadows leaned against the window and said to him.

The young man was taken aback, and he looked nervously at the visitor: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm undoubtedly doing you harm, but I'm interested in your dolls, can you tell me your name?" Lance whispered.

The young man hesitated, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he said quickly, "Single Woking." That's my name. ”

With that, he looked at Lance nervously.

Lance nodded. Suddenly turned around. After walking about ten steps into the distance, he suddenly turned around—

What appeared in Zingler's eyes was a pitch-black cross arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow sank into Singel's chest. His soul struggled. Sucked into the Instantaneous Arrow.

Lance sighed. Quickly pulled out the Instant Arrow, and left the Black Mountain Manor.

......

The task of killing Singler was much easier than he had imagined, after all, the Great Puppeteer was still a mortal at this time.

And the reason why the instantaneous arrow was used. It was also Lance just in case. It was the safest way to destroy people and souls together, and he didn't want anything else to go wrong.

"The rest is up to Rodriguez. ”

With this in mind, Lance took out a seven-colored flower from the amber ring he had with him.

Although it is a pity that he did not stay too much time in this time and space to learn more Wanlun witchcraft, but when he thinks that he has done a great favor to the man who combines Wanlun wisdom and witchcraft, if there is a need for learning, Rodriguez should not be hesitant to teach it.

Thinking of this, he resolutely tore off a red petal from the seven-colored flower.

This seven-colored flower, with a total of seven petals, is said to have the ability to open up time and space, and can transmit his thoughts to Rodriguez thousands of years later. Even in Gu Wanlun, it is a great treasure.

The petals fell from Lance's hand, melted into the dirt, and disappeared in an instant.

Three minutes later, a strange white light suddenly flashed in the sky, and the white light enveloped Lance—

In an instant, he only felt a splitting headache.

"Fuck, I'm never going to travel back in time again......" was the only thought he had before he fell unconscious.

......

Opening his eyes, Rodriguez's face appeared in Lance's eyes.

To Lance's surprise, Rodriguez looked a lot older, and although he seemed to be able to use the power of the first wizard king, sending Lance through Guwanlun was still a very magically expensive thing.

"I killed him. Lance rubbed his temples and propped himself up from the cold stone platform.

"That's right. Rodriguez said calmly, "But I still have to give you a ride." ”

"Aha?" Lance didn't react for a moment.

"You killed Singler, changed history, and created another river, but ......"

With a wave of Rodriguez's hand, slide-like scenes flashed across the stone walls, and Lance looked at it for a moment, then fell silent.

In the picture, although he killed Zingler, the strange tree of wisdom still bears a fruit, which is swallowed by another person, and also gains terrifying puppet powers. Everything after that is not much different from the history of this world - puppetry is rampant, and Wanlun is destroyed!

"I see, the tree of wisdom is the key. Lance patted his head and said he was confused.

Rodriguez said directly: "So, are you ready?"

Lance sighed and nodded.

Lay down again, endured the great pain, let go of my mind, and relaxed my nerves—

Strange dreamlike sensations resurfaced:

"Mr. Lance, Mr. Lance, this is the Asia headquarters of Zhongxin Technology, can you hear us?"

"We need to verify your real information, as far as I know, you were killed in a car accident two years ago, but DNA doesn't lie, we will keep your privacy confidential, but we have the right to confirm the legal identity of the user of our products. ”

"Please reply immediately!" (To be continued......)

PS: The pain is starting to recede slowly, try to start returning to normal as much as possible......