Anthony's hotel can accurately anchor everyone's location. Sheldon easily found Laurent's location by following the door in the hotel. According to Fatty's request, he obviously cannot be discovered by the master craftsman. If he appears

If there was anything unusual, he had to go back and report it to this panicked man immediately.

Now it seems that there is obviously something very interesting inside Lost Paradise. According to Laurent, it should be related to time. Sheldon knows that there are three most mysterious and powerful rune powers in the world, life and time.

, and destiny. To maximize every power requires incomparable efforts and costs.

The Merlin Cult has spent a lot of time and experience studying the content of the Life Spell, but as far as he knows, there has been no substantial progress. And the power of this incomplete Life Spell alone is enough to destroy the user's life.

The form changes essentially, but only

Half of the life spells can only turn living things into a boring, green colloid that slowly squirms on the ground. These three powers are so difficult to control that the Merlin Sect, which has reached its peak, is declining day by day, and can only use the help of

The power of the World Tree maintains the functioning of the church.

Laurent wants his machinery to be able to fully carry this uncontrollable power. In Sheldon's view, this is undoubtedly a fantasy. But whether it can be found is also a problem. If the source of the "time" power cannot be found,

, then everything he does will be in vain.

Sheldon had learned some knowledge about machinery when he was at the Magic Academy. Although he had forgotten it, he always remembered that every machine had its energy core. The "time" Laurent wanted to find was mechanical.

Core. To put it bluntly, if his magic power is strong enough, he can become a machine by himself with the help of the corresponding magic core.

At this time, Laurent had thrown away his cloth bag. Since the contents inside had been assembled, there was no need to disassemble them. All the magic instruments he made could be freely changed in size, except for the outermost ones.

Except for a fixed frame that had been temporarily removed, the remaining glass ball was floating directly above the palm of his hand.

A head was carefully poked out from an alley behind him. This was Sheldon who quietly emerged from the [Gate] technique. Because he had never done this type of work, his movements seemed very strange.

Stiff. People on the street only saw a man wearing the costume of a punisher wandering on the street, like an evil ghost looking for prey. Because of this, a very conspicuous hollow zone appeared on the street.

In the center is an embarrassed Sheldon.

Laurent was looking at the glass ball in his hand wholeheartedly. Everyone in the world seemed to know that Sheldon was following him, except him. He was wandering aimlessly, jumping from the streets to the alleys.

, then jump from the alley to the gutter, and then from the gutter to the street. Sometimes, he will even suddenly turn around and go back.

Sheldon, who was following him, was trembling with fright. He was about to give an explanation, but found that the other party ignored him. His eyes were still firmly attached to the glass ball floating in his hand.

Sheldon quickly turned sideways, and his figure immediately blended into the shadow of the corner. It was such a poor strategy, but he was still not discovered. Laurent just walked past him without looking at him.

One glance.

When Laurent looked at the glass ball in his hand, he seemed to be looking at his lover, and his eyes were full of nostalgia, sadness, and hope. This made Sheldon even more curious about what kind of thoughts he had.

Purpose, to tirelessly explore the truth of the so-called "time"?

Real time is too heavy even for a master like Laurent. He clearly knows this, but he still spends countless time and experience on this goal. If he really invented this thing, he would be able to

What would he use the machine to travel between time and space?

Laurent seemed to be going around in circles, but in fact his route was regular. Whenever the glaze ball shone brightly, he would move forward; and when the glaze ball's light dimmed slightly, he would move backwards.

, walking towards a place where the light is even brighter. From time to time, he will take out paper and pen from his arms, and write and draw. The contents above seem to be marked points on the map.

To be honest, this kind of job is really not easy, especially tracking a thousand-year-old turtle like Laurent who has been running around the streets like a lunatic without eating or drinking all day long, and he almost lost Sheldon's leg.

After being exhausted and walking around in circles, this guy finally walked back to the hotel and swaggered in.

But I saw him put the glass ball in his arms, walked to the front desk with a smile, knocked on the empty countertop with his hand, and said: "Is there anyone there? I want to check in."

Anthony's hotel is one of the few hotels in Lost Paradise that is relatively deserted, because it is absolutely impossible for anyone who comes to Lost Paradise not to know where this place is.

The front desk arrived in a hurry. He lowered his eyes and didn't even look at Laurent: "Sir, not everyone can stay here, please -"

"——Let him move in." The fat man jumped out from nowhere, with a serious expression on his face, "This is the famous [Master Craftsman], Mr. Laurent Mitchell——"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A rope suddenly jumped out from Anthony's head, with a bell attached to the end. Whenever someone violated the treaty in Paradise Lost, the bell would be rung. Obviously, the owner of "Bandits Lost Paradise" is now

He violated his own laws and no one dared to speak out.

"Haha, hahahaha!" A vein suddenly popped up on Anthony's forehead. He stretched out his hand and once again pulled the bell off his head, stepped on it hard under his feet, and crushed it over and over again, "Welcome

Welcome! I heard that you held a press conference of your latest invention here?"

"Uh, yes, yes..." Laurent saw Anthony's "bold" attitude, "How much is the room rate?"

"Ten gold coins a night." Anthony said seriously, "This is the largest and most luxurious hotel in [The Lost Paradise of Bandits]. Here, you can enjoy the highest-end services in the entire park."

"Okay." Laurent nodded, and made a straight stroke with his right hand in the air. Sparkling silver shavings immediately appeared all over his body, and a semi-circle and semi-square area was drawn on his fingertips.

The moment the silver chips were connected, the area that was drawn out suddenly sunk, forming an independent space inside. Only a clanking sound was heard, and a cloth bag fell from the black space.

Ding-ding-ding-ding... was the pleasant sound of gold coins colliding with each other. Angola immediately judged that the gold coins here would be at least three hundred. Is this guy so rich... casually

Just take out three hundred gold coins?

"This is a month's money, don't worry about not having enough money! Anyway, as you know, craftsmen will never be short of money." Laurent smiled and waved his hand, "I hope I can find it here.

What I want."

"You also know that sometimes having too much desire may lead to disaster." Angora said with a smile.

Laurent's eyes were surprisingly firm: "Everyone has ideals and difficulties, and of course, their fate. Me too."

"This is my territory. I hope you can stay calm and don't do anything outrageous." Anthony didn't even want to smile. "I have spent more than 20 years on this."

"I may have given more to my own career than you." Laurent took his key from the front desk, "I won't run around, don't worry. If there is nothing in your lost paradise

I believe you won't be so worried about anything out of the ordinary. I have no plans to take action against Lost Paradise yet. After all, it is the 'kingdom' you have worked so hard to build, isn't it? There is no need for me to be your enemy.

.”

"This is a wise choice." Anthony nodded and said, "Then, just have a good rest. If you have any requests, please tell our staff without being polite. If you pay the corresponding money, you will get the corresponding reward."

Laurent did not continue talking, but slowly walked to his room and closed the door with a bang. Seeing this, Sheldon returned to Anthony's side and waited for his instructions.

Anthony looked at Sheldon's slightly tired face, sighed and said, "You live next to him. As soon as he opens the door, you will report to me. Thank you for your hard work."

"Yeah." Sheldon took the key and left.

Anthony always felt that something had happened. In his eyes, Laurent was just a craftsman who was obsessed with his own career and knew nothing about his secrets. He believed that the divine blood buried in space and time should not...

....It was discovered. At least it was impossible for him to discover it.

But he always felt that something else was approaching his lost paradise. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and he should have been fatter than he is now...
Chapter completed!