Chapter 295 The torn curtain

602

Silver City.

Everyone looked up at the sky with their heads raised.

The darkness dissipates like mist.

Lightning, only the rumbling thunder remained.

Only the golden warm light spread from the Western sky, and the haze and darkness of the whole world were swept away at this moment.

Under this refreshing temperature, the world seemed to have returned to the mythical age thousands of years ago. The light of the sun fell on the promised land of the Lord. Everything that should not exist under the Lord's gaze began to fade. The monster wailed and retreated into the distance. The whispers and the constantly floating shadows gradually disappeared. The sight from the void on the wasteland came from the void, and the death dream floating in the air somewhere ended.

Outside a crowded town in the wilderness, the giant wolf wandering there suddenly raised his head.

The thing covered in His body, like a shady curtain, suddenly expanded and fell down, covering everything around him.

"...Is it a dream?" Derick Berger couldn't help but mutter.

He felt great will and warmth in this light, and Derrick pinched his face hard, and tears slid down his cheeks silently.

"It's not a dream..."

He cried and laughed, his expression even more distorted and ugly than when he suffered the worst injuries.

Not far outside Baiyin City, the old angel of Holy Word stopped in the sun. He pursed his lips and slowly fell down, prostrating himself.

It's dawn.

...

Edward turned to the thirteenth circle in the small conference room. Suddenly, He nodded with great enlightenment, and then slapped the real Creator on the shoulder:

"I suddenly feel like you have a misunderstanding of thinking."

The real Creator, who was thinking about how to issue an oracle to his subordinates, was interrupted and turned his head:

"What?"

"Actually, you don't need to support 'Eternal Dark' at all?" Edward spread his hands, "Anyway, aren't you planning to use the pillar as your main combat power? If it happens, what should you support the old days? Let's do it again 'Red Rose'?"

"I haven't figured out why you have to choose a slightly better one among the bad alternatives. It has become the old days that can be used to be a blessing in the earth, but at the end of the world it is just the bottom line for participating in the war. What's more, it's still far from the end of this universe, and the fourth pillar of strategic deterrence you want on earth cannot be spelled out..."

"Why don't you just make the illusion of whom you want to support, and just let them stay in this state and confront each other?"

"In this way, maybe the best answer to the earth."

...

In the evening, in Queens, the luxury villa of the Earl Hall's house.

"A murder occurred in the East District. The victim was suspected of being abused during his lifetime..." Audrey, who had used up dinner, read the Beckland Evening News casually in her living room.

The evening newspaper in Audrey's hands has not yet published an old version of the Fsack Empire's war announcement a few hours ago and military activities on the border. The printed new version was put away by the Countess and his wife and did not intend to show it to her young daughter for the time being.

Hearing his daughter's whispering to herself, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

“In the East Side, this is not news, statistics show that there are more than one death there every day.”

The Countess reached out and gently stroked her daughter's soft blonde hair:

"Dear Audrey, are you scared by what happened this morning? It's really terrible for those people to go crazy. We won't hire servants of Southern Continental blood in the future."

"No, mom, I'm fine."

Audrey forced a smile, although she was not in a good mood.

On the one hand, her reason told her that she could not agree with her mother's answer. The people of the Southern Mainland do not have original sins because of their own bloodline. On the other hand, she could not refuse her mother's proposal. She was indeed afraid of what happened today. When passing by other servants of the Southern Mainland bloodline, she was a little nervous and uneasy.

Although, the other party is often more uneasy than her.

Her extraordinary abilities and extraordinary items she carries make her not need to be nervous about her life safety, but Audrey is a little afraid of the fierce look of the mixed-race girl - people in the Southern Continent do not like the Northern Continent, of course she knows. Audrey has read many related books, learned some of the history, and she also feels that it is acceptable to not be liked by the Northern Continent.

However, once this sharp hatred appeared directly in front of her, Audrey couldn't help feeling a little wronged. Why did the other party hate her so deeply? It was reasonable that she did not abuse the maid, nor did she ride a horse and sweep the village where the mixed-race maid's grandparents were located. Since she began to understand the history of the Southern Continent, Audrey encountered many setbacks and disappointments, but what made her feel most helpless and wronged was the moment - she did not feel sorry for her at all. Could these hatreds be transferred to her?

She had too many questions to ask, but the girl could no longer answer her questions.

The mixed-race girl was alone in Beckland, worked as a street girl, a textile worker, and claimed that she believed in the goddess of night. Audrey did not tell her family that she tried to murder herself twice, but only said that she committed suicide after killing the maid who bullied her.

No family members bought a cemetery for her, and now they should have been cremated and sent to a charity cemetery.

Audrey didn't care much about the murders in the newspapers. She saw more murders today than in the past ten years. It seemed that she had a breath stuck in her chest, making her not want to think about anything and do nothing now.

I just want to pounce on my bed with indecent disrespect, bury my face in a soft pillow, and give up thinking.

But she didn't want to make her family sad. Audrey hid her tired side and used the ability of the "audience" to maintain her former self. After chatting with her father, mother and brother for a while, she took the golden retriever Susie and returned to her room.

Audrey closed the door, suppressed her irritability, took off her shoes, and threw herself on her bed.

There was a quiet fragrance on the smooth and soft quilt. Audrey gradually calmed down again. Susie turned around the bed twice, with her two front paws resting on Audrey's bed:

"Audrey, are you getting better?"

“It’s a little better.”

Audrey bent her arms against the bed, supported her chin, and said, "Susie, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Susie moved towards Audrey and slowly shook her tail: "For what happened today?"

"Yes."

Audrey sighed softly: "Until just now, I was thinking that it was not me who did these things, she should not blame me, nor should she try to kill me-but suddenly I thought again, if it was not me here, it was Alfred, or if Alfred and I were here, what would I do after she made the accusation?"

The answer is that I can't do anything and will watch like an audience, and Alfred will subdue the other person. In the morning when the emotions tend to be malicious, if she is emotionally excited, Alfred will probably...

Her brother must have been an extraordinary person, and it is simple to deal with an ordinary person.

The splash of blood appeared in her mind, and the sound of gunslings lingered in her ears.

As a psychiatrist, she knew it was a psychological trauma, but she didn't want her to get rid of it in such a hurry.

"Susi, my goal to be an extraordinary person is to protect my parents and brothers..."

Audrey pinched both sides of her cheeks with her hands, constantly comforting herself, trying to keep calm and prevent her emotions from sliding towards sadness: "What should I do if this happens in the future?"

It's natural for me to protect my family.

But the education I received and the books I read told me that pity on the poor is a virtue of the rich, and caring for the weak is a natural right of the high. The innate nobility of the nobles not only comes from money and status, but also the education they receive.

I can't turn a blind eye to those accusations, but I'm even more unlikely to treat my family...

“…I don’t know, Audrey.”

Susie spoke helplessly.

The two viewers looked at each other for a long time, but finally fell into silence.

Audrey closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. The last few seconds of the girl's life will always be recalled in her mind.

...

"There are still many problems to solve now. What is the significance of hanging so many time travelers in the 'light gate'?"

"It should be the blessing Xuanhuang Tianzun? He, or He, is choosing his own successor? But why does He do this? What do you want from us?"

Although I had known the truth of the world for a long time, when I witnessed all of that, Klein felt that his calmness was beyond imagination.

It was not until I left that I felt my legs trembling slightly.

After placing a cross in the seat covered by a black veil according to the request of the real Creator, Crane slowly moved back to the position of "fool", trying to devote himself to the state of thinking to find his future goals again.

Unfortunately, he can only approach the "light gate" at present, unable to touch, master, or even see clearly. He does not have the ability to do any research and is difficult to obtain the most direct information.

"Consider finding clues from the real world... Also, since we have reached Sequence 4, we can climb the gray cloud and see the "light gate". When we have Sequence 2, there will be another qualitative change. Can we control the "light gate" to a certain extent and figure out the reason?

"Haha, I was infected by the attitude of Seven Lights and Arodes. I almost thought I was the master of Gray Mist, and I was really the great master of the spiritual world. Now it seems that I was just randomly selected and put out the "experimental product". Once I failed, the next time traveler would appear..." Klein said silently, tapping the edge of the bronze long table with his fingers.

The four broken silkworm cocoons seemed to correspond to each other.

Rossell, the real creator, Edward Vaughan, and himself.

"It's really a random selection from all over the world."

"Is this also a proverb that only I can still stay in this fog? Well, the Source Castle is a related item in the 'Divider' path, which can bring great bonuses to divination and spiritual perception. They have not chosen the Divinationist, so they cannot return here..."

Klein couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. There were only one way to return to the Source Castle. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun did not have any prompts. The probability of choosing a fortune teller is too low, right?

"Emperor Rossell once used the potion power of the "craftsman" to replicate the mysterious silver medal that sent him through time. The pattern that felt that there was no problem in the past became extremely mysterious and complicated after it was replicated. There is also my ceremony, the spiritual pendant mentioned by Edward Vaughn, which is the basis for Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun to choose people? Those who have obtained these things will come to the Source Castle and be preserved?"

"But, if there is no ceremony, how will they find the Source Fort..."

Klein frowned and thought for a long time, but in the end he could only come up with the only answer "Mysterious Relationship".

He stayed quietly on the Source Fort, responded to the prayer of the "Sea God", and looked at what the people who were praying to the "Follower" were saying. He made some other plans and then left the grey fog.

After a night that was so calm that he was a little uncomfortable, the calendar turned to a new day.

603

July 1, 1350.

In the morning, Klein went to the Aurora stronghold and took away what Ms. D left him.
To be continued...