"Do you really know me?" Servais was deeply doubtful, "Why don't I have any impression of you?"
The shadow chuckled: "Because you have become stupid, Servais! You have turned yourself into a god, but the mind without a body is too unreliable. In less than a day of glory, you have become so mutilated, you How could you come up with such a stupid idea?"
Servais confirmed two things with these words. First, this woman probably knew me very well from before; second, she looked down on my IQ.
"First of all, I'm warning you, no matter how familiar you are with me before, you are not allowed to speak to me in such a self-righteous tone." Servais gritted her teeth threateningly, "Secondly, if you are familiar with me, you should understand that I am a smart woman. , even if a person like me is stupid occasionally, I will not make myself like this, there must be something wrong!"
"Have you done few stupid things, Servais?" Xuying kept laughing, "I still can't figure out why you want them to think you are male."
Servais was furious: "I rely on you to use your brain, okay? I want to spread myths, promote righteousness, and restore peace to the Northern Continent! The fools on this land are all filled with mush. When they see a woman, they think of pornography and only feed those violent and muscular men! I have such a good figure, can it have a positive enlightening effect if I get the Seal of the Holy Scripture? I’m afraid that within a hundred years, the Holy Scripture will become my photo album. Then all this hard work has been in vain!"
"Hahaha, that's it!"
The shadow clapped his hands quite happily, very satisfied with this answer. Servaise felt confused after saying so much in one breath, thinking, What am I talking about? Could it be that I had been dressing up as a man for a while before?
Speaking of which, I haven't asked what this person's name is yet, but for some reason I really think she looks familiar... Damn it, it's not an old lover she met when she was disguised as a man, right? Did I engage in marriage fraud back then? !
Servais shuddered when she thought of this, and said warily: "Miss, what is your name? What do you do with me?"
"You even forgot this, I don't have a name. You can call me Xuying now." Xuying raised his two long legs upward and jumped from the edge of the rift with a difficult move that resembled a gymnast. She took care of herself and took Servais's arm, with a happy look on her face: "I'm going to eat biscuits made from seeds."
Servais was extremely vigilant: "What kind of seed? Where did you get the plant essence from?"
"Hmm..." Xuying thought for a while, "In the parlance of this era, it is a test-tube baby born as a result of a prank. It's interesting, right?"
"WHAT? Huh? What have you experienced in the past?!"
The shadow didn't say anything, and pulled her along to run away. Servais followed him in a daze, and the headache caused by the confusion of memory stopped unconsciously. She was too busy talking nonsense with this man to delve into those shabby things. She felt that all this was a mess, like the gibberish of a third-rate writer after drinking, but she had no intention of leaving, probably because she was particularly relaxed when staying with this weirdo.
The phantom pulled her all the way to Oldno Road in the west of Molten Valley City, and stopped in front of a three-story building. Several college students were chatting in the yard, Qin Qianbai was sitting alone on the steps enjoying the cool air, and a blond girl was handing out cookies and drinks. Servais recognized it at a glance as the new reinforcements from the Morning Star.
"Hey! Where's your captain?"
Caldesia came over with a plate of biscuits and pointed to the house with a wicked smile: "Captain Gongsun, who has corrupt relationships, is trying his best to persuade my parents not to report to his parents."
"The relationship between you two is really strong..."
Servais touched a cookie. The cookie was freshly baked and crispy, and the addition of raisins made it less sweet. She was about to take another piece when the shadow took the entire plate and ate 27 cookies and a standard home oven baking sheet in one bite.
The scene fell into an eerie silence, and the shadows munched on the iron plate as if they were eating potato chips.
"It's just as delicious as I imagined," she said with satisfaction, "Good boy."
"Oh, ah, thank you?" Caldesia's mouth twitched, "Do I know you? Are you Sevis's friend?"
Xu Ying rolled a few pieces of grass into a new green baking pan and gave it back to her, then swayed away happily. Before leaving, she looked at the imperial girl who was drinking tea quietly and raised her eyebrows. Servais found that the girl was using her ability to control the tea in the cup. She used the liquid to draw little figures dancing with guns and sticks, but she didn't seem satisfied.
"Um...you, you." Xuying asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm thinking about the next step." Qin Qianbai said, "I feel like I can't move forward if I keep doing this, so I need to change."
"You are thinking about things that I don't understand, just like Qin Ming!" Xuying clapped his hands, "But you are right, if you hesitate, just change!"
The shadow seemed satisfied and ran away after speaking. Servais apologized hastily and prepared to catch up quickly. She had a strong sense of mission in her heart, and she had to take care of this strange woman. Everything else seemed inconsequential in comparison. She had to...
"Why are you still following her so stupidly?"
A male voice sounded behind her. The painter in black who suddenly appeared on the boat stood in front of the small building, with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Sorry, I'll talk about it later. I have to..."
"Can't you see the problem under your feet?" Yan Qi tapped the ground with his toes.
What is the problem? The Firewind State wasn't always...
Fragments of memory suddenly came into her mind. The smoke and war flames filled the sky, the sound of crying and the smell of blood. She shouted in front of the crumbling earth, and used mithril to make a lock connecting the earth. Servais covered her forehead and squeezed out words that she didn't even understand through her teeth.
"I will do some remediation later... using artificial totems and the Dianhuo network...!"
"That counts as insurance?" Yan Qi smiled half-heartedly.
"Don't be too self-righteous, okay?" Servais was upset because of this inexplicable conversation and because of the person she was communicating with. "I know how to deal with nature better than you."
"You are an expert in this area." Yan Qi put away his annoying and harsh tone, "But you didn't realize the problem. That was the highest level seal a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago."
"——Idiot!"
A thousand years? A whole thousand years have passed?
Countless generations of people were born and died. The ideas are old and the skills are obsolete...then you can see through it.
Servais reacted immediately. She hurried away without saying goodbye, and the shadow in front of the road passed her. "I'm going to the maid cafe." "I have something to do! I'll see you later!"
The old rival waved goodbye to her (she was an old rival? Why?), Servais ran all the way along the avenue, towards the rift in the center of the city. This city was not like this 50 years ago. Memories of the past and present are mixed together, making the scene in front of you vague and sticky, like two paintings that have been torn apart and put together. Her left foot stepped on the black stone road of Molten Valley City fifty years ago, and her right foot stepped across the holographic projection propaganda "For Nature and the Next Generation". Servais quickly patted her whole body. The gun and hand ax were still there, the windbreaker was still on her body, her limbs were sound, and she was fully prepared for battle.
Very good, as long as the weapons and limbs are still there, there will be no problem. Hope things don't get too bad.
The female ranger's back flew away quickly, like a white-gold stream of light. Everyone in the garden had confused expressions. Caldesia looked down at the green baking pan in her hand and kept blinking.
"Did anyone come here just now?"
Qin Qianbai hesitated: "Um...no?"
“Then who turned my baking sheet green?”
·
Jago pulled out a stack of parchment scrolls from his bookcase. This was the result of more than ten years of searching. The yellowed antiquities are ancient, and each one is literally priceless. The volume records past events buried in history, such as the tsunami in the Blue Wave State in 1236, the storm in the Sea of Trees in the Wooden Weapons State in 1452, and the commotion in the local Dianhuo network in 1702...
No history book records these supposedly earth-shattering disasters, because they were all prevented by an existence that people cannot remember. But her actions eventually left "traces" in the world. She herself was forgotten like a ghost, but the traces can be recorded by those who are interested.
These records should be enough for Jihui Si to understand the situation and let him know what Servais has been doing all these years. Or he can take this fragment to Meteor City, leaving the last obstacle for the people of the empire, so that Servais can understand the current situation later...
Jago pondered and reached out to the ancient scroll that recorded the events of the Dianhuo Network. At this time, there was a small knock on the door, and his little grandson Danny stood at the door of the study, full of expectation.
"child?"
"Grandpa, let me ask you what you want to eat tonight." Little Danny whispered, "Dad is afraid of disturbing your work...
"Send you to be a pioneer?" Jago picked up his grandson, and the child laughed happily, "That brat is so thoughtful. I want to eat risotto, add more sausage. Remember to sneak it into your dad's bowl. Add some popping candy.”
"Yes, Governor!" The little grandson gave a military salute in a decent manner and ran away. Jago watched him walk away and thought, can my grandson survive until after the disaster? Does the world still have time to wait for him to grow up?
He glanced at the book, put on a simple black priest's coat, walked out of the house quickly, and hailed a taxi on the street.
"At your service, Father. Which church?"
"Go to Savannah Casino."
The driver confirmed the address three times before driving.
·
Badman Ives was in a good mood. He had just tried his luck at the casino and was now watching sitcoms in the bar. Ever since the boss met Chen Bao, he has never been worried about not having fun in life. Chen Bao is using all his eloquence to convince the boss to give her some luck.
"Give it to me quickly! Just give me a feather and I can win ten thousand for one kri!"
"No," said John.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's obviously no harm to you to help me pay off my debt, right?"
"I have no obligation."
Dust Boom began to shake the boss: "How could you do this? Aren't we good partners?!"
"No." John was as steady as a rock.
Badman felt that he could drink two more drinks just by watching the two of them bickering. He reluctantly put down the glass and turned his head. The purple light outlined the priest's tall figure.
"What are you doing, big shot?"
"Mr. Ives, I have something to ask you for help." Jago said, "I remember that you wrote down the information about the abilities of the Happy Demons in Sound Curtain City. I want to borrow it for tomorrow's meeting. Use it as material to convince the opposition.”
Jago knew that the underworld did not believe what he said, and he also knew that the skeleton head was listening carefully, but it didn't matter, Badman showed it to him.
He thanked him and hurried away. It was almost evening, and Molten Valley City was covered with a dusk-colored gauze.
·
There is a shortcut directly to the Rift Valley under the Cathedral of St. Revolver and the ancient residence of the Drusus family, but the family headquarters is too far away from Jago. He ran all the way into the church, and all the way down under the surprised eyes of the believers, opened the many blockades with authority and stepped into the scorching underground.
This is a lava lake separated by black rocks. The ubiquitous lava renders the field of view a burning orange, and the high temperature slowly tears the skin of visitors. A shining silver mithril passage runs through the center of the underground flaming lake, and the totem of the Drusus family stands quietly at the end of the passage. The red steel insect was bound by several mithril chains, with its eyes closed and its side face sharp and cold.
The Fire Mantis behaved as calmly as Jago did when he first met it. The Red Governor breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight along the bridge.
"Jago!"
A gentle and steady call came, and Jago stopped. Judas Joe stood behind him, breathing a little quickly, obviously just running down from the upper floor.
"You need to seek the opinions of other governors when you come here. This is something you always emphasize to us."
Jago did not look back. Judas adjusted his breathing and tried his best to make his voice not sound nervous: "...Old friend, you have never said one thing and done another."
"Why do you say that, Judas?" Jago said coldly, "Why have we known each other for more than ten years?"
He turned around, no thoughts showing on his young face. Judas had known him for more than sixteen years, but this man seemed so strange at this time, like a moody old man.
"You encountered difficulties, right?" Judas slowly walked down the passage and approached the bridge. "I felt something was wrong in the meeting. You never lose sight of major decisions. Who influenced your thinking? Then A ranger... or Gaius Optimis?"
Sweat broke out on Judas' forehead. He carefully considered what to say next, but Jago suddenly said something irrelevant.
“The saint left his handwriting on every totem.”
Judas was stunned: "I remember, I originally wanted to ask Jihui Division to interpret the message from the Fire Wind State for us..."
"No need." Jago said, "Gaius knows a master with the same ability. I already know the saint's message here."
He paused and said indifferently: "She said that the Supreme God never existed. That was a lie she made up."
Some emotion beyond astonishment squeezed Judas's heart. The most pious governor of the Catholic Church opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to roar or question. But no matter what it was, he didn't have a chance to say it anymore. Jago turned around, and the silver-white gun muzzle sprayed flames.
The large-caliber bullet shattered Judas's upper body, and the splashing blood burned with high temperature, like flowing fire in hell.
