Chapter 110 Everything is arranged by fate (1)

Gulp!

Ron swallowed hard.

He was just reading Archibald's notes and did not experience these things personally like Archibald did, but even so, Ron could feel the creepy fear between the lines.

Just like Archibald said, crazy, all the Andre family members are crazy.

For thousands of years, they regarded the birth of saints as a gift from destiny and pursued this goal madly and morbidly.

Ron's expression also looked particularly solemn. His throat moved and he picked up Archibald's last note.

He was lucky, this note was connected to the previous one.

"That man looked at me with extremely cold eyes. I couldn't feel any warmth in his gaze. I am not his son, not even the original owner of this body."

"Whether it's me, Sally, my mother, or himself, we are just small pawns in the execution of fate."

"That's not a look a human can have. I even suspect that he is just a machine that looks like a human but is actually cold and heartless."

"He told me in a tone without any emotion that my talent was mediocre and I could not create new characters or research a new magic system. It was just that I had no obvious physical or intellectual defects, so I was not abandoned... The so-called abandonment should be killing."

"And the only thing I can do is marry Sally and have children."

"Damn it, I don't want to have anything to do with this group of lunatics anymore. Isn't it just the creation of a new language? Are you kidding me? When it comes to understanding the medieval language in games, I dare say I am second to none. Even game designers have to stand aside."

"I can prepare a copy of this so-called ancient script for you in a minute. If that doesn't work, I can also prepare Chinese, Pinyin, English... I can always make one."

"As for the so-called new magic system... Oh, God, are you kidding me? Don't you know that I have more than a dozen accounts, all of which are magic systems? How can this stump me?"

"As long as you can get rid of your relationship with this perverted family, I will get it out for you overnight."

"I was ready to let these damn bastards see how many surprises I, who he called a mediocre talent, could bring to them... But just as I was about to take action, I was stunned. Mediocre?"

"Mediocre talent? No ability to create new writing or new magic systems?"

"An indescribable fear made my scalp numb. I remembered that according to the memories of the original owner of this body, he seemed to be a very mediocre guy. He did not have any special talents. Whether it was magic talent or learning ability, they were all mediocre..."

"But why, in the history of the game, was it Archibald who invented new characters and new magic? Why did he become a saint? If I hadn't traveled through time, how could he have invented new characters? He didn't even recognize all the original characters of the Dusk Continent."

"Could it be that my time travel..."

"Is all this fate?"

Hiss! Although his body was immersed in warm water, a dense layer of small bumps suddenly appeared on Ron's skin.

He didn't know what kind of mood Senior Archibald was in when he wrote this string of words. He only knew that he himself was swept by that indescribable chill.

If Archibald's time travel was arranged by fate, then what about him? Is his time travel also a part of fate? Fate is so terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that fate is unpredictable.

You don't know which of the things you encounter and every decision you make is in accordance with your heart and which is following the trajectory set by fate! Perhaps, your self-righteous resistance is just a script that fate has already prepared for you.

All your struggles are nothing but a funny clown in the eyes of fate!

At this moment, Ron finally understood what it meant to feel chilled to the bone and excited at the same time.

But soon, Ron broke free from the vortex of decline. He was not qualified to care about those things. He only knew that he had to struggle desperately, otherwise there was only one ending waiting for him... death!

His fingers tapped lightly and rhythmically on the edge of the barrel.

Undoubtedly, it was at this time that Archibald began to doubt his own time travel and for the first time began to glimpse the existence of fate. No one knows what Archibald had experienced, but in the end, he chose to resist fate.

Just like Ron now.

This is normal. Any normal reader here will not be willing to become a pawn in the hands of fate. How does the saying go? My fate is in my own hands, who do you think you are to dare to arrange my fate? I'm giving you face, right?

Archibald must have made many attempts, but all these resistances failed. In the end, Archibald chose fraud, and his fraud was suspected to be successful.

This is evidenced by the fact that Seraphina was able to briefly glimpse the future through the notes he left behind.

After a long silence, Ron put the three yellowed notes aside.

Then, he picked up the last note, which was a relic left by Partridge, who replaced the name of the sage Archibald... It can't be called a relic, because judging from the original notes left by Ron, the sage should still be alive.

As soon as Ron picked up the notebook, he was stunned.

It’s not that the content of the notes is impossible to interpret.

On the contrary, the text above is very easy to understand.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Currently in Dusk Continent, there are two main languages ​​and scripts.

One is the common writing system of the Dusk Continent, and the other is the so-called ancient writing system invented by Sage Partridge.

In fact, the history of common characters is much longer than the ancient characters invented by Partridge. It has been used for at least seven or eight thousand years and has never changed.

Although the common characters are widely circulated, there are a large number of polyphones, synonyms, and homophones in the common characters, which makes it very difficult or even dangerous to use the common characters as magic spells.

After all, magic spells require precision. Every spell and every pronunciation has a specific meaning and there cannot be any confusion.

If you make a mistake, the magic could fail at best, or backfire and cause hemiplegia at worst.

In comparison, the ancient characters invented by Partridge should actually be regarded as magical characters and languages. Although obscure and difficult to understand, each character corresponds to a unique meaning and pronunciation, and there will be absolutely no errors. It is most suitable for use as magic spells.

However, after Partridge invented ancient characters, for unknown reasons, a large number of ancient characters were lost, and only a very small part of them have been passed down to the present day. This gave rise to the special profession of ancient character scholars.

However, Partridge's notes were not written in any ancient characters or common characters, but in... Chinese Pinyin.

That’s right, it’s Pinyin.

So when Ron first saw the string of letters above, he was a little confused, and it took him several seconds to react.

A layer of black lines involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

Where did Patridge learn Chinese Pinyin?

Could this guy also be a time traveler, and a first grader? No way? Ron frowned and read the words one by one:

"The 26 letters the teacher left behind are so useful..."

teacher?

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