As you may have guessed, the young man in front of Heilang is named Xia, and he is a time traveler.
Xia Ya felt that this was probably a big joke played by God on him.
He prayed to God all day long to get rich, but the only answer he got was reminders from his Huabei repayments.
He joked every day that he would lay down, lay down, moisturize, and reopen, and it all came true for him.
And it moisturizes so thoroughly.
From Heilang's words, Xia Ya probably had a clearer understanding of the world. He should have traveled to a parallel time and space.
Part of the history here overlaps with that of Earth. For example, the Roman Empire existed, but there are certain differences because Rome fell a few years later.
The world's land map has also become a lot larger. The American continent is connected to the Eurasian continent by land, and the area of the Atlantic Ocean should be much smaller.
Also because of the connection between the American continent and the Eurasian continent, this land was colonized earlier.
The Brittanian Empire was established on the American continent by foreign colonists. It was almost as big as 300 Tongliao and should have included most of North America.
But according to him, this is not the largest empire, there is a more powerful country.
As for the period, it was probably at the beginning of the first industrial revolution, but it was a few decades earlier than the earth, probably at the beginning of the 18th century.
Xia Ya nodded silently and said to Hei Lang.
"Thank you for telling me this."
"It's an honor." Hei Lang said.
"Tell me about it." Xia Ya looked at Hei Lang quietly, "Your story."
Hei Lang raised his head, and was so excited that it was hard to describe. He relaxed his mood slightly and began to tell the reason why he came to find Xia Ya.
Xia Ya was actually mentally prepared after hearing Hei Lang talk about the background of this era.
In history, the first industrial revolution was a relatively dark period, second only to the Middle Ages.
The Middle Ages had just passed, and the oppression of the nobility had not disappeared. A new oppressive class appeared.
The nobles controlled a large amount of land, and the land transformed into factories would only belong to a small number of farmers.
These lands have been transformed into factories, and the sewage discharged polluted the fields, and the air filled with harmful substances eroded the health of farmers.
Peasants lost their land and could only become factory workers.
But in this era, there are no labor protection laws, various workers' rights and unions. They have become victims of the era, doing the most tiring work and earning the lowest wages, but they cannot even maintain their basic livelihood.
However, to Xia's surprise, this man was not a worker, but the son of a factory owner. The profits earned by his factory attracted the prying eyes of the local nobles.
The nobles mobilized the army, raided his family's factory on trumped-up charges, killed his parents, and arrested his sister, but he escaped because he was studying abroad.
"So...you want me to help you...revenge?" Xia Ya said calmly.
Heilang buried his head very low and gritted his teeth.
"I'd give anything for it."
Xia Ya lowered his head and stared at him, his thoughts flowing in his heart. After a moment, he said: "I can help you."
Hei Lang raised his head, hope in his eyes.
And Xia Ya continued.
"But you need to make a choice."
"Choice?" Hei Lang frowned.
"You want it to take a little longer to achieve your goal, but in the future you will not only have huge wealth, but also have power and status that everyone respects and fears.
The time will still be shorter, but I may have to remain anonymous and live under a mask for the rest of my life. "
"I choose the latter!" Hei Lang said without hesitation.
Xia Ya raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is not a good choice."
"My sister is still in his hands!" Hei Lang said with firm eyes.
Xia Ya nodded, "Family is indeed very important."
He looked at Hei Lang, then slowly raised his hand and murmured softly.
"Then...just accept the fate I give you..."
His voice was low and magnetic, and Kuro felt like he was a majestic judge, sitting in a high position, pronouncing his fate.
The faint radiance broke away from his hand and penetrated into Heilang's body.
Heilang's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt that there were a lot more memories in his mind. The mysterious wizard in front of him became his teacher, teaching him a lot of knowledge, such as sneaking, assassination, climbing... and he also Became very strong.
He stood there, a little dazed in his eyes, struggling between falsehood and reality.
"Wait here for a moment." Xia Ya retracted his hand and walked upstairs. After about a few hours, he walked down, holding a hooded clothing and a finely crafted weapon in his hand.
"Wearing this clothing and the hood will reduce your presence in the crowd. As for the weapons, you should know how to use them."
Heilang nodded, and then solemnly took the two things.
"Now, leave here." Xia Ya said, "Fate will guide you."
Hei Lang was silent for a moment and said, "What price do I need to pay?"
"All gifts of fate have been marked with a secret price." Xia Ya sat on the chair in front of the stove again, facing the flames and said, "Your price has been paid..."
Hei Lang frowned in confusion, but he still nodded.
"I see."
After saying that, Heilang walked down the stairs, and then, Char's voice came from behind.
"Turn the doorknob."
Although he didn't know what this meant, Hei Lang obeyed his words and turned the door handle. With the sound of a bell, the four-color wheel hanging on the door turned to yellow.
Then, he slowly opened the door.
Everything in front of him made his pupils shrink slightly.
It is no longer a desperate snowfield, but a quiet city street.
It seemed that there had just been a light rain, and the whole city was shrouded in a layer of fog. The uneven bluestone road was hazy and soaked with water, which shimmered under the kerosene street lamp.
People on the street are in a hurry and coming and going.
"This is...the imperial capital!?" Hei Lang muttered absentmindedly.
Although he had some psychological preparation for the wizard's ability, this kind of power that could span hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye still made him unable to rest for a long time.
"Pap~"
The sound of the door closing automatically brought him back to reality.
He looked back at the door and then at the familiar street.
He took a deep breath, although he didn't know exactly what the so-called destiny's guidance was.
But at this moment, he already felt more confident.
Thinking about it, he walked towards the end of the street again, and finally disappeared into the mist...
"So this is the imperial capital?"
Xia Ya quietly looked at the bustling city through the window and murmured softly.
The imperial capital naturally refers to the capital city where the emperor is located, that is, the capital of a country.
When he first came to this world, he was in the same snowfield that Kuro walked through.
Different from Heilang's advance preparation, at that time, he had almost nothing, no equipment, and even wore short-sleeves, so the result was naturally predictable.
However, just when he was about to become a new ice sculpture on the snowfield, he met someone.
The man said "This is the choice of fate" and then asked what he wanted.
Xia Ya's consciousness was very blurred at the time, and he could only make a wish based on what he desired most in his heart.
He said he wanted a warm place and wanted to warm himself by the fire.
Then he acquired the castle.
Xia Ya quietly stared at the flames burning in front of him, and his thoughts returned to the past as the flames burned, which was almost a day ago.
When I first entered this castle...
.....
"You can call me...Destiny."
It was still inside the castle, but at this moment, the person sitting in front of the furnace was not Char, but an old man. He was hunched over, wearing a robe, with his back to Char.
"Destiny?" Xia Ya frowned.
"Do you believe in the existence of fate?" the old man named Destiny asked.
Xia Ya thought for a moment and said, "Maybe, in this world, some people are destined to enjoy glory and wealth, while some people struggle all their lives and may only live in a small corner.
There are indeed things in this world that are destined from birth and cannot be changed by humans. "
"Interesting answer."
The old man murmured softly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve slightly, "What cannot be changed is called a fixed number, and on the contrary, what can be changed is called a variable.
The fixed number is destiny, and the variable is luck. The combination of the two can be called destiny. "
"You are not from this world."
The old man continued, "There are variables in you, but there are no fixed numbers. This means that you do not exist in the fate of this world.
You have no source. "
Xia Ya was silent for a moment and said, "Do you know why I came to this world?"
The old man shook his head, "The most wonderful thing about fate is its uncertainty. It chose you."
After a pause, he said, "From now on, this place belongs to you, and it can take you out of this snow."
Xia Ya looked around, a little confused.
"Are you familiar with this moving castle?" the old man said calmly, "This is a creation I made based on what you think deep down in your heart is the warmest house."
At this time, Char finally remembered why this house was so familiar. It came from an anime movie that Char had watched in the past called "Howl's Moving Castle".
"So, what's the price?" Xia Ya asked. He never felt that there was any free lunch in this world.
The old man turned his head. His face was full of traces of time, and his wrinkled face drooped, but his eyes were bright and wise.
"I want you to take my place."
Xia Ya frowned, "What position?"
"A long time ago, people called me the Weaver of Destiny."
"Does fate still need to be weaved?" Xia Ya said with some doubts.
The old man smiled, raised his hand, and a light spot was driven into Xia Ya's mind.
In an instant, Xia Ya's pupils shrank to a point.
His perspective expanded at an astonishing speed, and space and time eventually expanded to an extremely vast perspective.
He saw a giant tree. The tree started from the distant past and extended infinitely to the future. The fixed numbers and variables were intertwined into the branches. This was a tree of fate and a tree of time.
Xia Ya saw the fate of many people and saw the passage of time on the tree of destiny.
He suddenly realized.
From a physical point of view, the universe has no concept of time, or in other words, it does not need time at all.
The universe is composed of countless basic particles. The expression of time in human cognition is the movement of basic particles and the increase in entropy.
It’s just that human beings cannot explain the passage of things and aging, so they have adopted the concept of time, forming today’s world view, and extending the three views of time in the past, present, and future.
The same is true for destiny. The concept of destiny is born in life.
Countless variables and fates of life are intertwined and gathered together to form the tree of destiny.
So if life perishes, fate will lose its meaning of existence...
Although destiny has no consciousness, it has the instinct to continue.
It requires the existence of the weaver to ensure the continuation of destiny, in other words, to ensure the continuation of life.
But the Weaver is not the savior, but is responsible for...weaving the savior's destiny.
