After a moment's thought, Yorkham Jones flipped the photograph to the back and looked at the handwriting on it.

At the top is the word 'dream'.

The font is very large and distorted, as if it has been repeated by countless 'dream' handwriting, and the original 'dream' has been overwritten, and it is completely impossible to see what it looks like, and there are only a variety of different strokes.

Gently touching the word 'dream' with his finger, Yorkham Jones couldn't help but sigh:

"Dreams... The original intention... When the white paper of the past is dyed in color, who remembers what it looked like when it was originally white, and perhaps only we can remember. ”

After sighing, Yorkham Jones looked at the small print under 'Dream' again.

The handwriting in small print is the same style:

"There's nothing wrong with being an idealist, it's just betrayed by countless people who grew up. ”

With the words, Yorkham Jones immediately sketched a picture in his mind. 、

One night, Hornby was sitting alone in front of the window recording events, when suddenly a heavy rain fell.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the ship, Hornby remembered the companions who had followed him, all of whom had worked hard for an ideal, but walking, walking, and he was the only one left.

Suddenly, Hornby saw a small grass in the rain, and it challenged the raging wind and rain with its body, and played its last music with its last life.

With this in mind, Hornby wrote this sentence and set himself on the same fate.

Thinking of this, Yorkham Jones sighed again:

"The 'Celebrants of Fate' cannot sing the praises of their own destiny unless they die..."

"You're pessimistic about humans, but you're willing to die for them, Mr. Hornby, I really can't read you..."

When Yomi saw that Yomi was teaching her how to write, Yorkham Jones put down the photo and tapped on the armrest of her chair.

At this time, the wind and rain fell sharply outside, and after a while, the rain was roaring.

Listening to the rain, Yorkham Jones closed his eyes.

"The 'Destiny Singer' can observe certain destinies, but it can't observe itself, and Hornby is singing the praises of himself with death..."

"So, what I'm experiencing now is not necessarily the events of the original point in time, it is likely that Hornby has shaped the new world based on the trajectory of fate he observed, just like the guns and the Rose Bar that exploded in advance..."

"Will there be 'Mr. 0' involved?"

"And Hornby's purpose in seducing me is to get me to witness?"

"No... I don't have the ability to influence the history of the world, he wants a light witness, so what I need to do is record these things and report them to the church..."

With that, Yorkham Jones opened his eyes again and looked at his arm.

"The coin of fate has been tossed, salvation or destruction is a change, good luck, Mr. Knight..."

Looking at the text above, Yorkham Jones whispered again:

"Literally, salvation means to stop, and destruction is to let the 3.15 explosion happen..."

"But judging by the current intelligence information, it seems that the other way around, it seems that the big bang is more in line with the criteria of 'rescue'. ”

Judging by the advice of the task, it means that the Lord can accept whatever the outcome. But for me, 'salvation' is the best choice, because my path of light is salvation, and if I succeed, perhaps the great goddess of light will directly raise my transcendent level by one level." ”

After a while, the rain outside was much quieter, and Yorkham Jones couldn't help but tap his head and sigh:

"Hey... There is too little intelligence information, and a lot of things are still hidden in it, and it is impossible to judge correctly at all. ”

"It's really hard to have no memory, Mr. ... If it were Mr. Memory, would he choose to let that group of people die? will it be the current slum dwellers, or will there be more slum dwellers in the future..."

Seeing this, the little cutie on the side raised her head and asked:

"Jones, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking about what to do tomorrow. ”

Yorkham Jones shook his head, turned his gaze to the photo again, and muttered:

"The girl is also a student of the 'St. Cotin Academy', maybe you can ask her about these people, but if you can't do it, go to the detective Mr. Shinichi. ”

After thinking about it, Yorkham Jones looked up and said to Jingqing:

"We're going to meet a lovely girl tomorrow, and you're not allowed to mess with it. ”

"Is it the girl you like, that is, Mr. Shinichi's younger sister!" asked Qin Jing happily.

"Study hard!" said Yorkham Jones immediately glared back.

At this moment, a strange crimson suddenly shone into the house, and when I looked up, even the rain turned red, and almost the whole world turned blood red.

"The hilt of the sword of justice is shattered, the light of war is shining, the galaxy is darkened, and death is the only hope..."

The cutie muttered as she wrenched her hands and counted:

"It's Friday, I've been with you for so long!"

"It's been a long time..."

Whispering back, Yorkham Jones looked up at the stars.

In the starry sky at this moment, the moon is hidden in the light veil, and although the Constellation of Justice is still glowing, it is no longer a long sword, and all that can be seen is scattered golden starlight fleeing in all directions.

The constellation of death that flickered last night also looked dim, and the galaxy began to extinguish, and the giant gate composed of the constellation of death turned into a cloud of streamers to form a new galaxy.

"Jones, what are we going to learn tonight?"

Before she knew it, the cutie also walked to the window and stood on the high stool, while Yumi was lying on top of her head and looking up at the starry sky together.

Jokham Jones didn't answer, but muttered two words:

"Home..."

"This is home! There's Jones, there's cute me, there's Yumi! If Jones you try hard, maybe you'll be able to bring back Mr. Shinichi's cute schoolgirl in a few days!" Cutie immediately hugged Yorkham Jones's arm.

Turning his head to look at the little cutie's big eyes, Yorkham Jones gently touched her little head with his hand:

"Take Yomi to sleep, you don't have to learn extraordinary knowledge recently, wait until Yomi teaches almost, and then I'll teach you, otherwise you'll work too hard." ”

"I will study hard! and then help you as soon as possible!"

muttered a little mouth and roared, Qin Jing ran into the bedroom with Youmi in his arms, and as the wooden door closed gently, the sound of reading briskly came out.

"Derpy..."

With a doting smile, Yorkham Jones looked up and continued to look at the starry sky:

"My partner, it's been a week, you can't do anything..."

...

In the Endless Sea, Kirsil Elizabeth had already woken up, but after a glance at the surrounding scene, she immediately pretended to be asleep.

"Meow meow, I seem to be on top of a golden dragon, and from memory, it seems to be the sacred dragon of the Temple of Light..."

"It seems that there is a young girl sitting next to me... It can't be the strongest human being, the Daya Holy Maiden..."

"Besides, why are there several phantoms around it, and they can surround the strongest human being, at least a demigod of the same level..."

"I must be dreaming, otherwise, how could so many demigods appear in one place.."

"Pretending to sleep like this will definitely be suspected, I'm the queen!

"Whew... Close your eyes!"

"Whew... Open your eyes!"

After taking two deep breaths, Kirsil Elizabeth immediately stood up, then looked around in confusion and asked:

"What's wrong with me? Where am I? Who are you?"

At the same time, Kehill Elizabeth's heart once again lamented:

"Mr. Knight, I can't be blamed for this, I really can't contact you... You're holding on for a while, and I'll be able to help you then. ”

PS: Today's fifth chapter, it's not too much to ask for a subscription, and it's not too much to give it to the stupid and cute 'queen'.