The glow of the magic lamp reflected on the words in that simple book.
Char closed the book silently and looked up at the pure white ceiling with lifeless eyes.
"Hot damn thing."
In front of Char, the girl in the black dress froze slightly.
Then she covered her mouth lightly and laughed like a silver bell: "My dear customer, although I don't mind it, you will be fined if you curse in this shop, right?"
"I'm not scolding you... I'm scolding some god-awful thing."
"That unfortunate thing really screwed me over."
Xia's mood is very complicated now.
Every word written in black and white in that simple book linked together all of Char's previous clues and guesses.
...
...
If it is said that before, Char was able to bring Scarlet, a pet that existed in the remnant of history, into reality through a soul contract - it can also be explained by theories such as parallel planes and small worlds.
And the historical legend of Tongzi——"the man forgotten by time".
It can also be roughly explained as being similar to the trophies and achievements after completing a game, which may not necessarily have any real meaning.
But coupled with the evidence collected from the Shadow Council.
Then all the clues and signs point to the only answer.
The so-called "reverberations of history"
In fact, it was not what Char understood at the beginning, such as historical records, illusion reconstructions, parallel worlds, etc.
But, a true one.
History that occurred in the past of the current world line.
Why do all the evil cults maintain a tacit understanding with each other, but the Order of Ashes and the Order of Dusk just started fighting in the 350th year of the Holy Calendar?
That was of course because just four years ago, in the 346th year of the Holy Calendar, Char had stuffed the nearly revived half of Dusk back into the soil in the Principality of Cang Ting.
By the way, all the fragments of divinity and authority stored in that half of the body also exploded.
At the last moment, Dusk sensed the breath of the Lord of Ashes from Char's Amaterasu, thus confirming Char's identity.
For these mythical creatures, the revenge of plundering divinity is no less terrible than killing their parents, so they must retaliate severely.
Until now, those people in the Twilight Cult probably still believed that Char was cultivated by the Lord of Ashes as a secret weapon specifically for the purpose of defeating Twilight.
The cultists of the Ash Cult were probably also confused.
Even if there were people among them who were good at divination, who could have imagined that five hundred years later they would lose a piece of left finger bone contamination in a riot, and that this thing actually appeared five hundred years ago.
"hiss--"
"It seems that I have committed quite a lot of sin."
Char took a breath.
Everything else is easy to explain, after all, the people he came into contact with in the remnants of history were not that many.
Norton, who had a little more contact, now had grass on his grave that was more than two meters tall.
Only Sylvia...
Although it was all out of good intentions, after all, I had played with the other person's feelings twice in a row.
Finally, in order to allow her to survive better in the chaotic world of the Disaster Land, he directly planted a deep hatred for himself in Sylvia's memory.
According to the history of the current timeline, Sylvia has truly achieved the status of a legend.
If she really comes to seek revenge... then won't my small body be at the mercy of others?
call--
Xia exhaled a breath and forced himself to calm down.
"In fact, this situation is unlikely to happen. I am a little too worried."
First of all, more than five hundred years have passed since the "Silver Witch" Sylvia last appeared in the Western Continent.
Even by the standards of a legendary lifespan, this is an extremely long period of time—
Maybe she has passed away, or maybe like other missing legends, she was lost in the dimensional gap and can never return.
Second, even if the Blue Silver Witch is really still in the Western Continent.
But compared to the five hundred years of time, the few years of experience she had in her youth were just a drop in the ocean.
It’s like a middle-aged person recalling the love pledged in his youth and just smiling indifferently.
A long period of time can dilute many things. Legends stand higher than ordinary people, and the scenery and world they see are also broader.
After more than five hundred years, divinity has probably become greater than humanity.
The separation of life and death that ordinary people see, may have been witnessed thousands of times in the eyes of those legends, and it is difficult to stir up any waves anymore.
Therefore, the experience of less than a year in childhood may be seen by the Blue Silver Witch today as nothing more than a childish quarrel, and she would not take it too seriously.
Thinking about it this way, maybe I could rely on that experience and get some benefits in the White Tower by using the identity of a reincarnation.
But when I think of the innocent girl who used to call me Brother Xia and was as obedient as a cat beside me.
At this moment, he has become a great man who is unattainable above the clouds and indifferent to all living beings.
Deep in Char's heart, he still felt a faint melancholy.
Maybe this is what they call the complexity of human heart.
He composed himself and turned his attention back to the subject, only to find that the girl in the black dress was staring straight at his profile.
"cough--"
Xia coughed lightly.
"Then spend the remaining amount."
"I want to confirm the exact connection between Ceylon's disaster and the Borgia family of the Scarlet Rose."
"Can."
The black-dressed girl tapped her white fingers in the air, and another plain book suddenly appeared in the night. "The detailed information I just received recently has been updated."
"It has been upgraded from the 'Saint's Evening Bell' to the 'Angel of Death', worth a total of 4,000 Rhine gold coins."
Xia put away the book, his face suddenly darkened: "Is my credit limit insufficient?"
"That's right, so now you still owe the Dark Night Council 2,000 Rhine gold coins."
"We do not accept credit."
"Of course, for the highest-level customers, we will definitely not use the same simple and crude monetization methods as we do for lower-level customers."
The girl in the black dress raised her chin, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in her eyes, which were shrouded in the night and looked unreal and hazy.
"Stay with the Shadow Council for one week and your debt will be paid."
"At this price, you can hire a fifth-ring peak beastmaster on the black market. What do you think?"
"I admit that the price is very attractive-"
"But I refuse."
"You better pay."
Char sighed and took out a few gold bills from his emptied pocket.
After discovering that the face value of the gold notes was not enough, Char temporarily added some extra extraordinary props that he had prepared earlier to cash in, and only then did he pay off the two thousand Rhine gold coins.
After paying the bill, he pulled Aurora beside him, turned around and left, quickly leaving the Dark Night Garden.
The girl in the black dress did not stop him.
She just sat beside the dining table, silently watching Xia Ya pulling Airola away.
In those eyes shrouded in the night, there flickered an indistinguishable and complex look.
After a long time, the person in charge of this Dark Night Garden walked in quietly.
He stood aside and spoke slowly: "Lady Augustina, the two of them have left."
"You seem to be concerned about how they look."
The person in charge at the peak of the Five Rings spoke with extraordinary respect, carefully trying to figure out the thoughts of his superior.
"Do you think we need to send someone to follow them secretly..."
"Need not……"
The hoarse and lazy voice echoed in the silent restaurant.
The human figure woven out of the night and shadows stretched slightly.
Under the hazy and complicated black skirt, a slender and graceful curve is outlined.
Just like the queen who rules over the night and secrets.
"Besides, unless it is a title level for stealth expertise."
"Otherwise, even if you go up yourself, he will just find an opportunity to trick you to death."
"That's what your Excellency said."
A drop of cold sweat rolled down the forehead of the person in charge and he dared not say anything more.
Although in his mind, as a peak five-ring master, tracking a young man who didn't even have four rings was undoubtedly a waste of his talent.
As for being tricked to death, that was simply a fantasy. Although he was considered a "beast tamer", his last name was not Luo.
However, in front of this important figure whose words and actions could decide his life, death and fate, he naturally did not dare to voice the slightest opposition.
The person in charge waited silently, and just when the sweat was about to stop dripping, he suddenly heard the person in front of him speak again.
It's still that hoarse and lazy voice.
It was in stark contrast to the previous bell-like girl's voice, but it carried with it an unquestionable majesty.
"Information about him and the girl beside him—"
"From this moment on, it will be classified as Prometheus class."
"Except for myself, no senior members of the parliament are allowed to view it, and it is also forbidden to sell it to any outsiders."
A trace of astonishment and shock flashed across the eyes of the person in charge of the stronghold.
Almost all of the Shadow Council's clients believe that the "Angel of Death", which represents the possible involvement of demigods, is the highest level of intelligence for the Council.
However, only people like him who are qualified to be in charge of a business in a certain place and have truly entered the management of the Shadow Council know this.
There is actually another level above the "Angel of Death".
Prometheus Class
In other words, the "Fire Thief" class.
This is a level established by the leader of the Shadow Council, Ogutina herself.
It is said that the meaning is taken from an ancient myth, in which a god named Prometheus stole fire from the gods and brought it to the human world.
The gods were furious and tied him to a steep cliff with iron chains that he could never break free of, and pierced his chest with diamond nails.
He would never be able to sleep, and his tired knees would not bend. Every day a vulture would peck at his liver. The liver would be eaten during the day and grow again at night.
This myth originated from Augustina herself, and no one knows its true origin.
The "Angel of Death" symbolizes demigod, and the meaning of "Prometheus" is the wrath of the gods.
With his authority as the person in charge, he didn't even know how many pieces of "Prometheus"-level intelligence there were within the Shadow Council, but what was certain was that this was the first time he had witnessed the birth of intelligence of this level.
only--
It is for two young boys and girls who are not even at the fourth ring at the moment.
The person in charge kept his surprise and shock in his heart and nodded respectfully.
"Yes, sir."
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