The morning sun poured in through the open windows and shone through the somewhat crowded tavern.

In the tavern hall full of small round tables and high chairs, Zhang Jiao stood quietly next to the door of the tavern.

Not far from him, three men and one woman stood at the bar, door, dining table and other places with their heads slightly bowed, motionless, their expressions full of confusion and blankness, like real wax figures in a wax museum.

Zhang Jiao grabbed a palm-sized slate like a treasure, and information about this slate kept flashing in front of him.

Earthly Slab (Mutilated): A slate left behind in the chaos at the beginning of the world. According to legend, this stone tablet has endless rules, infinite knowledge. All the authority of all things in the world is written on it. The one who holds the earthly tablet will be the only master. The rules for creating all things and punishing all beings in the world will be made by those who master the earthly tablets. (Note, only those who have been favored by fate can awaken the original face of the earthly slate.) ）

Zhang Jiao kept whispering about the explanation of the earthly slate, and his eyes suddenly became strange.

"The One Ruler who created all things?"

"Is it the Lord?"

His mind immediately connected the previous conjectures.

"The possessor of the first complete earthly tablet was the Lord, but when he was about to become the sole ruler, some kind of problem or accident arose, which led to his own fall or disappearance, and at the same time, indirectly affected his followers, causing the originally unified templar church to divide and hostile to each other......"

In contemplation, time flies.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Jiao realized that more than half an hour had passed in the world.

The sun shining in from the window has also become warmer, and the warmth shining on the body makes people can't help but feel drowsy.

"Only those who have been favored by fate can awaken the original face of the earthly slate?"

Whispering the hints on the notes, Zhang Jiao casually held up the stone slab, which was brownish gray as a whole, with incomplete edges and full of broken marks, to meet the sun's rays shining in, and said jokingly.

"Can't you just give me a little more hint and tell me where I can find this man who has been favored by fate, and then come and wake up this earthly tablet?"

In the joking, the earthly slate in front of him seemed to hear his words.

On the original brownish-gray stone surface, traces of knife carvings immediately appeared.

These traces are rapidly changing, forming cuneiform characters of unknown meaning, writing all kinds of knowledge and rules.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao, who was looking at it, also moved.

In the gray mist, large blood-colored characters loomed in the mist, and then transformed into a font identical to the cuneiform script of the earthly slate.

Zhang Jiao held the fragments of the stone slab high, and countless information and knowledge about words quickly appeared in his mind.

Codes, articles, contracts, documents, debts, records, literature, materials, classics, and many other contents are constantly imprinted in the depths of his memory, waiting for him to understand and recognize.

But in the blink of an eye, the words on the earthly slate disappeared and changed back to their original rough and ordinary appearance. The blood-colored characters that were surging beside Zhang Jiao also calmed down with the changes of the stone slab.

Zhang Jiao opened his eyes and looked at the stone slab in his hand, and a four-armed faceless figure immediately appeared behind him.

He hugged Zhang Jiao, and the three-color halo behind his head immediately rose and turned into a blazing sun.

In the midst of the brilliance, the sun grew bigger and bigger, enveloping the two of them in an instant, and then quickly disappeared into the Black Rose Tavern.

In a short time, the door of the Black Rose Tavern was violently kicked open.

A burly priest in a black robe walked in through the door.

The priest, who strode in, took the huge sutra wrapped in copper horns from his waist as soon as he entered the tavern, turned to the sixth page with great skill, and read it aloud.

"God says that when I set foot on this land, the ground under my feet will be clean and unblemished. ”

The power of holiness immediately accompanied his chanting, centered on him. It spreads out quickly from under his feet, forming a white and immaculate land.

On this land like a blank piece of paper, a cloud of light mixed with three colors immediately appeared.

"False God !!"

The black-robed priest felt the aura coming from this three-colored mixed light day, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

He fumbled his right hand into the robe he was wearing, and pulled out an iron flail made of three thin chains.

The blazing holy power immediately burst out from the iron ball covered with iron thorns on the top of the flail, illuminating it like a fireball.

"False god, you dare to step into the land of the Lord's favor, and you deserve to be executed. ”

"Divine Magic: Divine Power Traceability. ”

At the sound of the verdict, the scriptures in the priest's hand quickly flipped over.

A cross made of holy light descended from the sky and plunged straight into the three-colored sun.

Dozens of loud voices immediately rang out in the light.

"Guilty !!"

"Guilty !!"

"Guilty !!"

......

At the sound of the condemnation, the three-colored light sun inserted by the cross immediately turned into a vague figure and was nailed to the cross.

The black-robed priest looked at the figure crucified, holding the flail in his hand, and was about to make a move, when a black shadow like ink appeared on the edge of the white earth, which was still expanding.

The priest immediately turned his head and looked at the inky black shadow in front of him, and his solemn expression became more serious.

"False gods, dark things?"

"What are you plotting in the land of my lord?"

In the midst of the questioning, the black shadow that had just appeared was as if it had not been heard.

He glanced at the priest who was running towards him without paying any attention, then turned his head to look at the three-colored figure that was crucified, and whispered playfully.

"It's been a long time, and at last another earthly tablet has appeared, and it's still on the territory of the Sanctuary, which is quite smart. ”

Whispering, the black shadow casually turned his head, looked at the flail that fell with the infinite holy flame in front of him, and said with some nostalgia.

"Your Holy Church really hasn't grown, it's been so many years, and it's still the same as before, and you will always only be brutal and savage with your holy power to suppress everything. ”

"Tsk!! that's a sad !!"

In the taunt, the black shadow reached out and pressed it to his waist, just like the cowboys in the western duel, and spat out the sound of a revolver firing a gun briskly.

Boom!!!

The black-robed priest arrived, and a bloody bullet hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't seem to think that he would die like this.

The shadow stepped over his corpse and walked on unconcernedly.

On the ground he walked on, the white and immaculate ground immediately turned a charred black, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

The black-robed priest who had just died, on the charred black ground, quickly zoomed and blackened into ashes.

The black shadow came to the black inverted cross at some point, and the arrogant sneer on the corner of his mouth seemed to never go away.

"But that's not clever enough, if you're bold enough to go to St. Paul's Cathedral and awaken the earthly slate, I'm not sure you'll dare to come. ”

He looked at the figure crucified on the inverted cross, and the palm of his hand under the black robe was already stretched out.

"Just let me see who you really are, is it some old friend who just woke up!!"

With a sigh, the black shadow's palm pressed against his head.

The figure made of three-colored light was suddenly covered in darkness, revealing a familiar and comical face.

“oh，no！！！”

"Damn it, let me go, the economy needs me, democracy needs me, and the United States needs me. No one knows how to govern a country better than I do, and only I can save this great country. ”

"Let go of me, let go of me!!"

"Otherwise, when I take office, I will definitely throw you to Ishtargit to eat watermelons and pick cotton. I swear, I will. ”

Amid the chattering screams, the smile on the corner of the shadow became more and more pronounced as the inverted cross watched the comical face of the previous Grand Commander gradually reveal itself.

"Interesting, what a special surprise. ”

"Hahaha......"

Amid the laughter, the former commander's golden cockscomb hairstyle became more and more eye-catching.

"FXXK, damn it, hurry up and put me down. I swear that when I am re-elected, I will appoint you as my presidential adviser ......"

.......

The weather was sunny and sunny.

Not far from the downstairs of the Sherman Building, with a burst of brilliance, Zhang Jiao walked out of the blind corner of the surveillance and walked towards his office.

"Hello Mr. Zhang. ”

"Hello Mr. Zhang. ”

Along the way, the security personnel of the Sherman Building kept greeting and greeting him, attracting the attention of many people.

Zhang Jiao didn't care about this, and was very accustomed to greeting them along the way.

Since William's office appeared in the local report several times, the people who work in the Sherman Building basically know that there is a very powerful detective agency in this office building.

Therefore, it is not uncommon to see company employees from other floors visiting William's office to see what the detectives are doing in real life.

Is it really the same as those big detectives in the TV series, living a surprising, exciting, and fragrant life?

Here, with the elevator stopping on the thirty-sixth floor.

Zhang Jiao strode out.

The professionals who saw him along the way quickly got up from their jobs and shouted at him.

"Boss, early. ”

"Boss, early. ”

Zhang Jiao nodded in response, and then came to his office.

Just as he was about to enter the office, he heard a voice next to him, and Miss Susan, the secretary who was already waiting at the door, immediately walked up with a cup of black coffee with sugar.

"Boss, Mr. Dewey Julils called in the morning and said that his mission had been completed, and that you had given him a month's paid vacation?"

"It's true, you wait and tell the treasurer that Dewey Juliers' salary is paid according to the normal working hours. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the eager and curious gaze of his secretary Susan, took the coffee and answered casually, and then turned around and walked into his office.

Bright office.

As soon as Zhang Jiao sat down, the leyline Jiao that he placed on the desk as an ornament crawled over, skillfully wrapped around his arm, and spit out a cold snake letter between the scales and armor, scraping his chin like a razor, while twisting his tail constantly, venting his dissatisfaction.

"If you don't take it with you, you won't talk about it, and you won't let it go out to play. ”

The leyline Jiao flattered Zhang Jiao like a child, hoping that he would let him go outside.

This strange land under its feet, it has not yet been happily played.

Zhang Jiao felt the longing emotions coming from the leyline Jiao, and did not respond immediately, but instead felt the broken earthly stone slab from his body, and his expression was solemn.

He never thought that he was the person who was favored by fate as mentioned in the slate notes.

So I didn't notice it for a while, and I woke up the original face of the earthly slate in the tavern. He was caught off guard and lost the opportunity, so that he was directly approached by someone.

But thinking about it at the moment, it makes sense that he is the person who is favored by fate as mentioned in the note.

This world was originally completely controlled by that mysterious space, and as its tasker, he was not the one who was favored.

After thinking about this, Zhang Jiao no longer wondered when he was favored by fate.

He stared at the earthly slate in his hand that had returned to its original shape, and then at the steaming black coffee in his hand, and his mind suddenly kept recalling all kinds of information and knowledge about words that had just come from the slate.

After a moment, he put down the coffee cup in his hand.

The finger wrote a cuneiform script representing ice, cold, and cool on the table in front of him.

The cuneiform script is written upright on the table, and it looks no different from ordinary writing, but the font is a little weird.

Zhang Jiao looked at the cuneiform on the table, and immediately reached out and touched the coffee cup in front of him.

The steaming black coffee was now cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it was still a little cold to the touch.

"This is the power of words?"

Zhang Jiao took a sip of cold coffee, wiped off the handwriting on the table, and after a moment's thought, wrote down a cuneiform script that represented scorching heat and warmth.

As soon as the words were completed, the black coffee he sipped in his mouth immediately became piping hot, like freshly boiled water.

Zhang Jiao felt the burning in his mouth, but swallowed it in one gulp.

Between the changes in the temperature of the coffee, Zhang Jiao did not use any of his own strength, and the changes in the temperature of the coffee were all brought about by this cuneiform.

Zhang Jiao recalled the huge amount of information and knowledge about words in the depths of his mind, and his eyes were suddenly full of fire.

Is this the power of earthly tablets, and it is no wonder that the one who owns the earthly tablet will be the only master of the world. ”