Chapter 401 A coincidence

Author: Tianxu Aurora

Chapter 401 A coincidence

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The carriage slowly moved forward on the not-so-wide road. Klein calmed down over and over again, and finally breathed a long sigh.

Zarathu did not catch up, and his coachman was not secretly transformed.

I don't know why Zarathu suddenly gave up on his pursuit, but Klein wiped his cold sweat and finally made sure that he had escaped.

Even if it is not in the fog of history, Zaratu should have overwhelming power to make me become His secret puppet before calling for help. What is the reason why He gave up? Well, but I will not sit still and wait for death... At the moment when I left the fog of history, I was ready to "invalid". Zaratu's secret puppetization will definitely fail once. With this failure time, I can find a way to summon the "Angelo of War" and make this matter bigger. At that time, as the creator's follower, I will turn this matter into a dispute between the two countries... Forget it, forget it.

Klein shook his head.

In order to save his life, it was not his character to involve the people of Ruon and Intis in a dispute.

He let go of his palm, and his talisman had already appeared in large areas of dimness and rust, and he could use it again.

"It's really thrilling... but I still survived. Is this a miracle? It's not. My efforts are just about self-protection and historical projectors are helping me. If this is a miracle, all ancient scholars can be successfully promoted to miracle masters..."

Klein carefully put the spell in place.

The real creator gave him two in total, and Zaratu used one and a half of them to meet him. But no matter how sad he felt, this one and a half of the talisman saved his life, Klein did not feel sorry at all.

"After that being said, since the Lord of Storm became the God of Thunder, the war between Ruon and the Fsak Empire has ended quietly. The day before yesterday, he saw the newspaper saying that Fsak's army had retreated back to its own border. The war between Ruon and Fsak has not yet been completely detonated and it has ended like this. Fortunately, their emperor and the pope mobilized so much..."

"What should I do now? Zarathu will definitely not only attack me once. I have to try my best to be alone during this period. After the ceremony of George III, I will leave Beckland and be ready to summon historical projection to protect themselves."

He slowly relaxed while meditating.

After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped.

"Sir." said the coachman, "we're at the church."

"good."

Klein took a look at the time and asked the secret servant to get off the car and open the door for him, and then asked the secret servant to help him get off the car.

After getting off the car, Cline entered St. Samuel's Cathedral with ease, and routinely threw £20 in the dedication box, then walked into the room that had been made an appointment with Bishop Elektra. After entering, he found that the bishop was already waiting there.

After the greetings, Klein sat down and listened to the other party chanting the story in "Apocalypse of Night" in a low and magnetic voice.

The morning time passed in a hurry.

...

At supper.

Edward sat cross-legged on the square of Silver City, while enjoying the people singing and dancing improvisational competitions around the fire, while grilling. He held three skewers of beef-flavored mushrooms in his hand, smearing spicy sauce and sprinkling some cumin at the time, and steaming on the fire.

“It’s really delicious.”

"It would be even better if you add some seasoning, cut it into slices, or make soup, or stir-fry, but unfortunately there is no conditions here."

He commented regretfully.

People around them turned their heads with puzzled eyes from time to time, unable to understand where this extraordinary fragrance came from.

Edward took a mushroom from the sign, blew it twice and stuffed it into his mouth. He thought about the improvement of Frank's graduation design. First of all, he had to understand the concept of mushrooms and meat, either beef-flavored mushrooms or beef-textured mushrooms. Now, this kind of beef-flavored mushroom can only deceive the poor humans who have never eaten normal food in the abandoned land...but it is indeed delicious.

He pulled out a medium-headed mushroom and stuffed it to Uno, who was staring at the flames with his knees in his eyes:

"Come one?"

Uno's blue eyes turned to the mushroom, then turned back, and continued to stare at the fire in a daze.

Edward still held the mushroom: "Ask you a small question - who was the one who had contacted the fool at the beginning in Silver City? Don't worry, I won't take action against him, after all, everyone in the land of God abandonment is the chosen one of the Creator."

Uno looked at Edward and shook his head.

"Don't be so stubborn. If you don't say it, I can see it." Edward stuffed the beef mushrooms into his mouth and chewed them. He turned the iron mark on the fire with one hand and pointed the direction in the crowd with the other hand. "Is it him? He is not old, has a good sequence, and is very prestigious."

"The most important thing is that he is the only 'sun' in Silver City."

Derick Berger, who was pointed at by Him, was talking and laughing with his companions, humming a song that was temporarily adapted to praise the fools, and tried his best to refuse to compete with the warrior friend in the same sequence. Because he did not choose to become a "warrior", Derick was much shorter than the others, and if he was accidentally buried in the crowd and disappeared by the people of Silver City.

Uno also looked at Derik and said nothing.

"I have been studying in the Land of God for a long time and concluded that the survival of the "Sun" path in the Land of God for a long time is very difficult. First of all, the first few sequences of this path are not very effective. If you want to help a useful extraordinary person in the "Sun" path, you must give him enough opportunities to play, and then there must be a powerful team of extraordinary people who can always ensure that he survives."

Edward looked at Derrick:

"He doesn't have such a strong bond. Instead..."

He rolled his eyes and looked at the chief Colin Iliad, who stood silently on the side of eating roasted mushrooms:

"He is mainly connected to this demigod, that is, his safety issues are mainly guaranteed by this demigod."

"And the chief shouldn't be a nanny, right? So he must have something special about himself."

The demon was close to the city's strongest witch hunter, but one showed no threat, and the other was unresponsive. Not only did they stay peacefully, they even grabbed mushrooms in the same basket to roast them in harmony.

"The first need of people in the abandoned land is survival. Eating monster meat will accumulate toxins, and the 'sun' can relieve it, but this will take decades and generations to accumulate slowly. It is more important to kill monsters before this to bring back food." Edward shrugged, "The combat effectiveness has not been solved. What should I do to help? In terms of treatment and psychological comfort, the farmer and the audience are more useful."

"I think it's quite interesting. The real Creator used the "sun" to save humans at the beginning. Now the "sun" that saved Silver City comes from another person. They should be mortal enemies, but now they are getting along very well..."

Edward muttered for a while, but Uno never answered. During this period, his mother searched for the figure of the children in the crowd twice, but every time she walked to them, she would immediately enter a cycle and return the same way.

"Why are you still here?"

Uloris finally spoke: "If you can go out, the storm cannot stop you. You stay here, and the chaotic disaster will stop."

"I will answer your question for free."

Edward moved to Uloris, stretched out his index finger and hooked it in the air, and drew a transparent thin line.

"Did you see this line? Guess who it is, forget it, I'll tell you directly, this is the fate of George Augustus."

The God of Lantern was about to occupy the fate of George III, so Edward naturally used this name to refer to the man who was about to become a god.

Uloluus narrowed his eyes and looked at the thread. He could see that this was an authority related to fate, but he couldn't understand it very well.

"Fate shows that He is going to be in great trouble."

Edward laughed twice: "Who else can make him suffer the trouble immediately except the current storm? Now you have to fight with the storm. At that time, I will take advantage of the storm to beat George III when I go out and I won't have to be beaten. Then I might as well wait two more days."

"It's so beautiful that I can see Him being beaten when I go out!"

Ulolus was silent for a moment: "When I can still see His destiny, He has no intersection with you. The Lord of the Storm has no reason to attack the king of his believer country, and you have indeed been involved."

"Don't you expect it? It's a traitor's country, a traitor's city-state, and there must be a huge disaster brewing inside." Edward held his cheek and looked at Uloris's expression, "I thought you would at least gloat like Medic."

Ulorus did not answer and quietly looked at the bonfire in the distance.

...

"The turning point... fatal loophole... fate favors him. Where is the turning point that belongs to me..."

Zaratho walked aimlessly on the street, passing through one street after another, and the crows above gathered together in groups of three or two.

These birds acting as monitors do not chirp, but just look around aimlessly like their owners.

It is the afternoon of October 3, less than 20 hours before tomorrow morning's speech, and Zarathu has not yet found where the "fatal loophole" appears - or in other words, the fatal loophole will tell at a glance that it must be the "wishing magic lamp", but He cannot get it, nor can he understand it, and he dare not even dare to ask George III to sacrifice the magic lamp to the God of Thunder.

After being hit by the holder of the Source Castle yesterday, Zarathu stayed in Queens for a long time. He didn't want to see George III talking to himself at the "Wishing Light" or praying to the God of Thunder.

He slipped in Queens until dawn, and was driven away by several police officers on the grounds of affecting the city appearance, so he added a few secret puppets.

"Why can he be recognized by the Source Castle? No matter it is Soroast, my elder, half fool, the angel of time, and even the gentleman of the "door" who find nothing about this thing, can't find it, let alone control it... Why can he?"

Zarathu racked his brains to think about where the Creator's follower came out, but he couldn't even think of the specific identity of this person and whose name he was. If it weren't for the Imaginationist, He would have suspected that this person was a Imagination Creator.

He reached out and touched it in his arms, and found a silver medal with a strange pattern.

The silver medal was oxidized to a slightly blackened state, and the complex and mysterious patterns on it revealed an ancient and heart-pounding atmosphere.

When he got the silver medal from Rossel's hand, Zaratu almost smiled. Through the silver medal, he saw the gray fog and felt the source breath from the spiritual world. This made him feel complacent and thought that fate had finally turned to Him.

You know, even the Duke of Antigonus, who had taken the risk of becoming half a fool, did not attract that thing.

Now it seems that there is a difference between genius and good luck.

This reminded Zarathu of a joke that Rosel Gustav once said. This friend who had been resurrected from the dead always could tell messy things. The past times seemed to be as wonderful as the present world. The joke happened a long time ago. After becoming a "generalist", Rosel frantically read a large number of books, and occasionally talked to Him about other topics to exchange for knowledge.

I miss Rossell at that time and also has a basic respect for him.

"The popular literature in Trier is too outdated now. Are you still talking about love songs between knights and nobles? In the real world, they can roll onto the bed as soon as they meet. Why do you need to sing so much sorely and sing several passages?"

Rossel blinked his lips while flipping through the book: "I'll do it, I'll give them some small and exciting articles."

"Smooth article?"

"Hehe, now you don't understand, you will know when I write it out."

Then Rossell wrote the book "The Return of the Earl".

If Zaratho remembers correctly, it was this book that attracted Edward Vaughan, and they still had common topics that were difficult to understand.

This gave Zarathu a preliminary guess about the "another era" and made him realize that the resurrected Rosel Gustav was not the original one, but it was not important. No matter who was stuffed in Rosel Gustav's body, as long as he could help him get Antigonus' notes and bring good changes to his destiny, Zarathu would take the initiative to contact him.

This book is the pinnacle of Trier at that time, and it is also the originator of many "cool articles" in later generations. It also made Zaratu know that cool articles are such a thing - the protagonist will encounter dangers many times, but he will always survive and get the best things.
To be continued...