The light spots shattered one by one, and the magic screen returned to nothingness.
This means that the two mechanical messengers have completely lost contact.
Char looked at the empty magic screen and shook his head slightly.
After thoroughly confirming the timing and specific details of the riot from Norton.
The first solution that Xia Ya thought of was to report it.
Although this plan does seem a bit cowardly, it is undoubtedly the best option to break the deadlock, and there is no need to bear any risks.
On the one hand, if the Grand Duke of Brunstadt, who was located on the border, could receive accurate information about the three top leaders of the secret organization that were besieging him, he would have the upper hand and could secretly plan a way out.
On the other hand, for the Holy Church that claims to be orthodox, a resurrected false god is undoubtedly a heresy that needs to be eliminated.
In order to increase the persuasiveness, Char added many verifiable details to the report letter, and even added a wisp of polluted dusk as a medium in the letter sent to the Vatican.
...
...
But now it seems that it was all in vain.
Char recalled the time and coordinates when the two light spots lost contact, and sketched out an image in his mind.
"The range of the historical reverberations is roughly half the size of the Cang Ting Principality."
"The reason why the mechanical courier lost contact is probably because it exceeded the area of historical echoes... Otherwise, if it was intercepted or crashed, the terminal should have received accurate feedback."
"In other words, reporting this option is not feasible."
Char came to this conclusion and was not disappointed.
After all, the world he was in now was just a remnant of history in the ruins of the capital of Cang Ting Dukedom—
It would be incredible if the world outside the Principality of Cang Ting could actually appear in this historical remnant.
From the beginning, he didn't have high expectations.
only--
Char looked out the window at the peaceful scene of the royal capital and sighed softly in his heart.
Although he had only lived in the remnants of history for a few months, he still had a good impression of the Principality of Cang Ting.
Moreover, he also took advantage of the Brunstadt family's coming-of-age ceremony and contracted a very rare main combat pet, Red.
If possible, Xia Ya wouldn't mind changing the outcome of the destruction of the ancient Cang Ting Kingdom.
By the way, he also wanted to see what kind of changes would occur in reality if the original world line was changed in this special historical remnant.
After all, the world line in the echoes of history has nothing to do with the real world line... or the changes made in the echoes of history will also be changed in real time in reality. If it is the latter, then it is quite terrifying to think about it.
However, Char also has a clear understanding of his own strength.
If it is not possible to report to the outside world and thus induce high-level experts outside the Cang Ting Principality to intervene -
Then maybe Char could save a few of them, or change some key points...
However, with the death of the Grand Duke of Cang Ting Principality, this small country, standing at the forefront of resisting the desolate beast tide, the abyss and the lost kingdom, will inevitably face decline.
This is a historical trend that cannot be reversed by one person's power, and it is also the so-called destiny.
Such divergent thoughts only flashed through Char's mind.
Xia let out a long sigh and quickly adjusted his state.
Then, he began to carry out the next step according to the plan he had already thought of in his mind.
In the candlelight in the room, Xia Ya took out the prepared paper and pen and wrote a few lines.
After doing all this, Xia called the servants in the mansion.
"Take this letter to Miss Sylvia for me."
...The small courtyard has an elegant environment.
Sylvia was sitting on the stone steps of the courtyard, her chin resting on her hand, staring quietly at the azure sky.
But her sight seemed a little vague, as if it had crossed the boundless sky and reached the other side far away.
In the past few months, Sylvia has hardly gone out, but has stayed in the mansion.
Combined with the previous rumors that she suddenly became unable to speak, there were also many rumors in the Brunstadt family that Silvia had contracted a strange disease, or even that her condition had worsened and her life was in danger.
If it were the previous Sylvia, she would inevitably be secretly saddened by these harsh discussions, and even give up on herself.
But now, she found that these vicious voices that were once extremely harsh to her had become insignificant.
When a person has a dream in his heart that he is willing to fight for, the gossip of outsiders will no longer hurt him in the slightest.
And Sylvia's dream came from that freezing winter night.
The black-haired and black-eyed boy told her—
The existence of Sylvia itself is not evil.
She could become a beastmaster one day.
She is also qualified to embrace the same colorful life as others, which belongs only to Sylvia.
So over the past few months, Sylvia has been enduring pain and mental torment that ordinary people cannot understand.
On every dark, sleepless night, I would sink my spirit into the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness, and then face the terrifying shadow on the bronze cross.
From the very beginning, she lost herself as soon as she was touched, and needed Char to watch over her all the time and use illusions to calm her down...
Up to now, Sylvia can not only suppress the riot of the bronze cross with her own will...she can even use part of the power of the bronze cross for her own benefit.
At this rate, it might not be long...
I can then completely control my own mental power just as Brother Xia said.
At that time, he would be able to contract a pet and become a true beastmaster.
Maybe he was even allowed to leave the capital and see the world on the other side of the Grand Sea...
Thinking of this, Sylvia felt a little disappointed.
For some reason, as her control over her own power gradually deepened, she was able to control herself without the help of Char's illusion.
In recent days, Xia Ya rarely came to see her.
The anticipation and excitement of fulfilling my dream now seemed a little dull.
"Ms. Sylvia, this is the letter that Master Xia asked me to give you."
A servant's respectful but distant voice came from the door, and he turned and left without waiting for Sylvia's reply.
The letter that Brother Xia gave me?
Sylvia's originally depressed mood suddenly became cheerful.
She walked briskly to the door, picked up the envelope, opened it impatiently, took out the letter and began to read.
The next moment, Sylvia's beautiful dark purple eyes suddenly widened.
There were only two short lines of text on the letter paper.
[Summer Flower Moon, 13th day at dusk, Morning Star Hill]
[I have something important to tell you]
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