Fourth Age 11, 5 a.m.

The glass windows creaked in the cold wind, and the red starlight blew along with the cold wind onto Yorkham Jones's frowning brow.

When I opened my eyes slightly, there was only a patch of red, like blood, and it was like death.

But Yorkham Jones knows that this is the red that belongs to the war, this is the constellation of war, it is located in the north of the starry sky, it begins to rise on Thursday and will disappear on Monday.

With a long stretch, Yorkham Jones got up and walked to the window, fixed the swaying glass window with sawdust, and Yorkham Jones looked up at the starry sky.

The purple starlight that represents the guardianship has disappeared, the hilt of the righteous sword has not only moved away from the galaxy, but has become dim, and the constellation of death still shines, but it seems to be somewhat secretive, it is no longer a portal, but a thin galaxy.

A group of small red stars in the north form a giant spear, it pierces the galaxy, you destroy the home of the stars, it wanders in the northern starry sky, and all the stars that encounter it will run away as fast as possible.

The whole night sky has turned red, the moon is also hidden in the light veil, and the earth is reflected in the red horror, which looks like an abyss depicted in the weird, no matter how you look at it, it makes people's hearts tremble.

"The light of justice dimmed, and before the crimson of war, death began to hide"

"Thursday, it's been a week."

With a few mutters, Yorkham Jones took out the 'nun's studs'.

Placed in the palm of the hand, the earrings still emit a faint burst of heat, like a small hand warmer.

The stud earrings are pure white and resemble a tear, but the tear has two small wings, and in the center of the tear, several golden points of light can be seen shining.

After two glances, Yorkham Jones directly used the power of light in his body to attract the 'nun's earrings'.

In just a moment, with Yorkham Jones as the center, a burst of golden light rose within a five-meter radius around him, and the chairs on the side that were illuminated by the golden light were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"So my biggest shortcoming is solved"

"It's a pity that the consumption is too large, with my current power of light, I can only use it ten times"

After muttering a few words to himself, Yorkham Jones found another thin wire and tied the 'Nun's Studs' to the very center of the golden Radiant Badge.

Holding up the badge of light slightly, the 'nun's earrings' are like tear stains on the badge, and if people who don't understand the reason see it, they will definitely imagine a tear-jerking love story.

Placing the Badge of Light in his breast pocket, Yorkham Jones remembered the Morning Light Star Spirit he had encountered last night.

"Every move forward is built by 'futility', and countless 'futility' pushes us to become better."

After repeating the alleged letter several times, Yorkham Jones pondered.

After about 10 minutes, Yorkham Jones muttered:

"If you take it literally, it means that the person assigned to deliver the letter knows my identity as a 'fate stowaway' and even knows what our group of people are working for"

That's why He said that everything moving forward was built in vain

"Yes, every squad will stay in a certain era for decades or even hundreds of years, and our team is already in the 62nd batch, but there is still no change in the future, what is this not in vain?"

"And countless 'in vain'"

"He meant it, as if to inform me that a crossing like mine has been made countless times"

Thinking of this, Yorkham Jones froze in place, and it was not until the cold wind blew the fixed glass window again that he came back to his senses and muttered:

"Could it be that I've crossed over countless times, and this is just one timeline?"

"But that's not right! If that's the case, then this mysterious sender is almost above the Lord, and it's impossible!"

"Moreover, if you can cross repeatedly, then the Lord can completely select the best people in all the squads to form a perfect team to keep traversing, and why choose different squads to travel to different eras"

"What does it really mean to 'go back without success'?"

"Or did the mysterious He foresee the future? and in the future we all fail, and the universe is still going to destruction, and all He wants me to pass this message on to the Lord."

"Is that going to be the case?"

"No, no, no, absolutely impossible! If He is really as powerful as I think he is, then this sentence must be hiding the secret of the gods, and even He can see the Lord through my transmission"

"As long as He really has a glimpse of the Lord, He can have a glimpse of the future, and it will surely have an unimaginable effect on the Lord and on the future."

"So, I'll have to find out for myself"

"Nothing is done, nothing is done"

As Yorkham Jones muttered repeatedly, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs, followed by the clatter of the mailbox opening.

"Before dawn, Mr. Dada came to deliver the newspaper, it's really hard?"

With a sigh of emotion, he looked back and saw that the clock was already pointing to 6:30, and Yorkham Jones raised his head again to look at the starry sky.

Seeing the red of war begin to fade, and seeing a few rays of light in the distant sky, Yorkham Jones took the white ball from his pocket and placed it on the sunny armchair.

Downstairs to get the newspaper, and when he returned home, Yorkham Jones sat in his chair and used the 'Primary Divine Transformation' to fall into a deep sleep.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, on Phippley Street, the girl changed into a youthful and beautiful dress, and she looked even more attractive, already cute.

The girl put her schoolbag on her back, held the brioche bread in one hand, and ran on the bus with a few rolled pictures in the other.

As the bus stopped for the first time, Professor Abbot walked up, glanced at it, and sat directly down to the seat next to the girl.

After watching the girl finish eating the brioche bread, and watching the girl open the various portraits of Yorkham Jones, Professor Abbott took the initiative to speak:

"Hello, I'm Professor Abbot from St. Cotin's College, do you live nearby?"

"Hello Professor Abbot, I am a 9th grade student in the Department of Detectives at St. Cotten's College, and I live at No. 81, I have heard of your charitable name, and I have heard that most of the teaching antiques in the archaeology department of our college are donated by you for free. ”