Chapter 65 Thursday

I'm afraid so. Yi Cha thought. The formal imperial power surrounds him, forming a sparse but absolutely effective protection. The boundary of Vientiane Forest is already in sight. A thick film hiding creeping shadows. Imperial Power raised his sword, formed a formation, and marched towards it. They advanced until the membrane became taut and could no longer advance, and then simultaneously thrust their swords at one point.

What comes in is fresh air. "That's it for me," said the visible imperial powers. They make Asimov's sounds. "Uncle Duke. We'll see you later. Just wait! It must be me coming to see you!"

Icha shrugged. It suddenly occurred to him that it would be quite nice if Metz was here. He rather wanted to know the precise probability of this statement being true and partially true.

"Please pass. Uncle Duke."

The visible royal powers lower their shields, blocking the buzzing elements of darkness from passing through them. The scattered Beelzebub units bumped into each other but returned without success.

Yi Cha did not hesitate or feel that he should leave immediately.

"Now you are satisfied. What can you do without me?" Hum Shen returned to him again and said angrily.

“Like—the ones I was supposed to do?”

"Write those boring words, or save the world?" Humsheng said frivolously, and the second half of the sentence made himself laugh out loud.

"Maybe a little bit of both." Yi Cha said. Of course he has to go back to Wei Xing Qi Mian. Nesis—and perhaps other logical aggregations that are pushing the world in their own direction—are likely to be left behind in the Vientiane Forest. All the "characters" in Willy Shaw's mind were more or less brought into this place, and were more or less distorted by the "author's" will.

The exact proportion, and what the likelihood is, is unknown. Again he felt that if Imetz were here, he would get more information. On the other hand, the Primal Olympian should also be able to give another probability number: how likely it is that he is experiencing his final farewell moments. If he still perfunctory Beelzebub, ignores her, or retorts to her at this time, then it is really the behavior of a devil——

"Do you remember the election three thousand two hundred and eight years ago? My dear?" said the voice in the darkness.

This is the first time. Beelzebub gave a number that he was not even sure of. But the numbers don't seem to matter. Yi Cha clearly remembers that he has only experienced two elections, both of which were related to Beelzebub. One of them was obviously much earlier than this - Beelzebub was killed in a turmoil when he had just differentiated from a larvae. He defeated all other candidates and was successfully promoted to the title.

This was still a big event that attracted quite a lot of attention at the time, but compared with other achievements that the Lord of Hell later achieved, it was a bit insignificant.

"I have an impression. Why are you talking about this suddenly?" Yi Cha asked.

"Nothing buzz." The buzz answered. Suddenly became cold and frosty. "There were no elections three thousand two hundred and eight years ago. My dear, you are wrong. You are not always right."

Could it be that numbers are important? Yi Cha thought. There was one more thing that Metz could tell him.

"Goodbye—goodbye—goodbye—it's time to say goodbye—goodbye—goodbye—" the visible imperial power urged, waving the black sword.

Just like he always thought. It wasn't that he was hesitant or felt he shouldn't leave immediately. It’s time for the idea to come to fruition. Echa passed through those crimson shields. Imperial authority gave him permission to pass through them and see their colors.

Of course I can't always be right. That's wrong. Yi Cha thought. through gaps in thick films. Beelzebub did not become violent for a moment. This is also the first time.

"Where do you want to go? Uncle Duke? It will be sent to you immediately." said the visible imperial powers.

Icha told them the destination.

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Wei Xing Qi Mian must have a library. This is as it should be. Although the five-string preservation method has been widely used in the archives area, there is no need for the library to exist. The only reason it exists is because Cha wants it to exist. It happens to be the same as before.

Check it out in the unfinished library. The passage to the Vientiane Forest was instantly closed behind him (is it really a passage? There has to be a passage, much like the water spinach and morning glory part). And he was more like being ejected from a box and magnified many times. ).

He had not bothered in vain to check whether there was still a possibility of return. There were no boxes on the floor either. The long-lost world has long-lost issues worthy of concern. Except for the scorch marks on the edges of some pages and the crystallized plates covered with dust, nothing has changed much.

Although the air here is dust-free, an unexpected gray sandstorm and a medium-sized firestorm can bring about this result. Considering that there was a Hell Lord's wedding in this plane not long ago, the rain of fire and the gray sandstorm should be classified as "a lackluster Wednesday opening."

But it's Thursday, and there's no fire rain or gray sandstorm raging right now.

The weather was quite calm.

Drop down through the bottom of the library and go to the office of Only Star Five. The office is kept very tidy. Looking left and right, I saw two terminal officers stationed in two corners, motionless. "Boss. You're back." Sensing his gaze, they raised their heads and started the announcement. "The terminal office is under no load. We have temporarily docked it at Only Star Four."

"Why not stop at Level 9? The environment there is the most suitable."

he asked casually. I remember that among the many plans for the Great Excursion, I was once assigned the terminal office to Imetz. Apparently, the original Olympian did not take this gift with him. Yi Cha sat down, snapped his fingers, and felt the vibrations of energy. Reeve isn't here. Or anywhere in Wei Xing Qi Nian. Wabra. The tower is strange. Kircher is not here either. Of course, the amplitude of three hundred is not there either.

Nesis is not here either. His arms and legs grew again. Just like a wandering demon would do when he returns to his sand cave after being bitten outside every day. So those without feathers. Lan Lewin is not here either.

Icha believed that he had never fully agreed with the hypothesis that Willy Shaw was the "author" of the entire universe. But the current situation was very much like the one he didn't fully approve of.

When Willy Shaw left, he took these characters with him and didn't bring them back.

Of course, there is a noble, lovely, and fierce lady who may not have been brought back by Willy Xiao. To check and feel the brand on the chest. It doesn't hurt anymore. When the blood flows through it, the feeling of lightness, freedom, and bubbles can also fully tell him: Beelzebub is not here either.

"Give me the letter." Yi Cha smiled at the two clerks and gestured to the blank space on the table.

(End of chapter)