eas by gray white and blue black. Each area had different, mysterious, and asymmetrical symbols. .

The three hands of different lengths, which seemed to be composed of “worms of time”, immediately jumped lightly.
The bell echoed again, and the sea of ??lightning that spread rapidly in the Shadow Palace came to an obvious stagnation.
/Klein successfully used the “Star Staff” to recreate the extraordinary abilities of “Angel of Time” Amon!
And the effect was much better than when he tried it before.
This made him wonder if he had the permission of the “God of Fraud”, or even directly received a certain “blessing”.
It’s not that simply simulating and reproducing Amon’s extraordinary abilities will be noticed by Him, but that the King of Angels is almost equal to the “uniqueness” of the “Stealer” path. He is the master of the corresponding field and the holder of the corresponding authority. Or, you can make certain adjustments to certain abilities in advance, add something or delete something.
It seems that Amon is also looking forward to Klein entering the Giant King’s residence and meeting the “Dark Angel” Saslier, so he has adjusted some extraordinary abilities in his field in advance, lowering the “authority” of certain aspects, so that Simple simulation reproduction can also achieve better results.
/Taking advantage of the stagnation in the lightning ocean, the “Silver Knight” soul driven by Lovia and Colin Iliad simultaneously inserted the giant sword in their hands into the ground, creating two invisible barriers, and Klein’s figure faded and disappeared. In place.
After a brief stagnation, the brilliant silvery white continued to extend forward with a crackling sound, completely submerging the place where Colin Iliad, Derrick Berg and Lovia were, but it was blocked by the two invisible barriers. And failed to penetrate inside.
The barrier covered with silver-white electric snakes shook violently, and cracks like tree branches appeared. I don’t know how long it can last in the lightning storm.
At this time, behind “Dark Angel” Saslier, to the side of the iron-black throne, in an area not covered by the Thunder Forest, Klein’s figure wearing a half-high silk top hat and a long black windbreaker stood out.
Like a precise and cold machine, he aimed the “Star Staff” in his hand at the side of the special evil spirit without any hesitation, and quickly outlined various contents related to a certain extraordinary ability in his mind.
As the various gems inlaid on the “Star Staff” partially lit up, Sasril’s eyes burning with dark flames suddenly closed again.
He was forcibly dragged into the dreamland by Klein!
This is an extraordinary ability that belongs to sequence 7 of the “dark night” path, but what Klein reproduces is the version used by Arianna, the abbot of the night monastery and the “servant of the secret” – forced dreaming at the angelic level!
In the gray dream world, “Dark Angel” Saslier appeared in a wilderness wearing a black robe wrapped with silver threads, engraved with complex symb

iately take you out of the world in the book and directly back to the gray mist.”

This is also the main reason why Klein dares to explore here.
“Yeah.” Neither Audrey nor Leonard showed any courage. They walked to either side of Klein and walked side by side with him.
After relying on the flying ability of the spirit body to cross the steps, the three of them entered the palace through the exaggerated and grand door.
The first thing that caught their eyes was a space spacious enough for multiple giant dragons to roll around at will, as well as ancient stone pillars that held up the sky.
On both sides of the hall, there are colorful murals. They continue to extend forward and meet behind a half-giant pillar that can be hugged by an unknown number of people.
The giant pillar stands in the deepest part of the hall, directly in front of it. It does not rely on external objects. By itself, it can make people feel strong fear and experience the vicissitudes of time, just like a petrified god.
Almost instantly, a gray-white figure was outlined on the giant pillar.
The figure’s entire body was covered with scales, each of which was like a solid stone slab. Just the vague outline looked like an epic poem.
“Dragon of Fantasy”, Angelweed! Just as this thought flashed through Klein’s mind, he heard an inexplicably familiar voice echoing inside the exaggeratedly spacious hall:
“‘Dragon of Fantasy’, Angelweed!”
/While Klein looked around in astonishment, he heard Leonard sighing sincerely:
“The deep air listened around Him;
…This guy is still in the mood to recite poetry, and he doesn’t know whose poem he is reciting… Klein turned his head and looked at Leonard.
Then, he heard an echo:
“This guy is still in the mood to recite poetry, and I don’t know whose poem he is reciting…”
At this time, Leonard looked quite stunned, closed his mouth tightly, and shook his head in denial.
But the next second, there was a voice beside him:
“I didn’t read anything!”
“What’s going on? It’s strange…” Klein’s heart moved and he realized that the inexplicably familiar voice just now belonged to him.
And it echoed again, repeating Klein’s fleeting thoughts.
Then, “Justice” Audrey’s soft voice sounded like a whisper:
“This… this hall can allow the thoughts in our hearts to be directly presented around us, or even manifested? Hmm… When I saw that giant pillar just now, I was imagining that the ‘Dragon of Fantasy’ Angelweed was What does it look like? I am based on the spiritual dragon I saw before…
“No matter what I said, no, it was actually said by the ‘lobby’…”
That’s it. Fortunately, I didn’t think of anything strange just now. Well, collect my thoughts, collect my thoughts… Klein began to try to use meditation to concentrate and stop himself from thinking.
At the same time, the corresponding words sounded almost simultaneously beside him:
“…Concentrate your thoughts, collect your thoughts, collect your thoughts…”
“It turns out that Mr. World’s heart is like this. He is like a child who has just enter

“A secret ruin involving the ‘Blood Emperor’, and a large number of people sent into it. The combination of these two, no matter what, is not a good thing.”

“Indeed!” Reydar agreed, “Let’s go to that ruins now!”
Arianna looked around and said calmly:
“This concerns the royal family and the king. You’d better seek the consent of your respective Holy Sees first.”
In the context of this angel, the Holy See refers to the Holy See, which refers to the center of power of the church.
“Okay.” The two archbishops agreed without any hesitation.
After a while, “Deep Blue Bishop” Raydar Valentine and Horamik Haydn, who received the feedback, each carried a sealed artifact, together with Anthony Stevenson and Arianna, and came to Qunas Korg and entered. The place where the “Blood Emperor” remains.
Arianna then took out an iron-black coat of arms engraved with complex symbols, held it in her hand, and tried to inspire.
/He didn’t make any disguise and just stood there calmly, seemingly not worried that the guards in the ruins would recognize him.
Looking at the behavior of this secret servant, Horamik seemed to be thinking about something, while Redal looked calm and did not think there was any problem.
In the underground ruins, on a strange metal base, a faint blue light suddenly rose, forming a door.
/Four guards wearing dark black armor immediately looked through the blue to observe the situation outside, and prepared to use certain methods to confirm whether the person who awakened the “teleportation gate” was disguised by someone else, so as to decide whether to open the “door” .
However, they saw nothing and the corresponding area was empty.
Just when they felt strong uneasiness and had a lot of doubts, behind them, a figure quickly sketched out as if being painted, it was Arianna, the leader of the ascetic monks of the Church of the Night, whose robes had traces of sewing.
In an instant, the four guards fell asleep, and Anthony, Redal, and Horamik entered the underground ruins one after another.
They did not go directly down the road, but passed through the hall, floated into the air, and looked down at everything.
This is a world ruled by darkness, with some light coming from strange moss growing in different places and the firelight reflected in human buildings.
With the help of their illumination, even extraordinary people without dark vision can grasp the overall appearance of this huge ruins:
On one side is a gray stone rock wall that spreads upwards with no end in sight, seemingly connected to the ground. On the other side is a dark valley with no bottom, like the abyss residence of the devil. A road paved with stone runs through the two, connecting halls and buildings together. Human beings come and go from time to time, quiet and silent.
Several archbishops from the three major churches were about to seize a few people who could penetrate deep into the underground ruins and inquire about the internal situation. Suddenly, they saw a figure flying out of the dark valley and heading straight towards th

wn whether there was a “bug” or whether the extraordinary effect was stolen.

At the same time, Amon’s body instantly became extremely huge, reaching a height of more than ten or twenty meters, but his clothes were not damaged at all.
/He looked down at Klein, raised his hand to adjust his monocle, ignored the attack from the Zaratul projection behind him, outlined the corners of his mouth, and said with great interest:
“interesting.”
When Amon was speaking, in the huge vortex behind him, transparent tentacles covered with mysterious patterns had extended over and wrapped around his different “spiritual body threads”.
In an instant, these illusory and fine black lines were lifted up without any hindrance.
As a result, monsters with strange shapes were suspended in the air, like hams waiting to be dried.
Those “spiritual threads” around Amon were all stolen by him at some point!
While Zaratul launched his attack, his other slippery tentacles continued to stretch into the void, trying to drag something back out.
In just two or three clicks, a figure was quickly outlined.
He has long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, two beautifully groomed moustache, and wears a dark red coat with rusty gold threads. He is the former emperor of Intis. Russell Gustav.
As soon as this “Knowledge Emperor” stepped into the real world, he looked down at the gigantic Amon, and complex and illusory symbols condensed one after another in his eyes.
He is not worried at all about Amon stealing his attack, because what he has prepared is an extremely large amount of useless and complicated knowledge. Whether he forcibly instills it or Amon takes it away by himself, he can achieve the purpose of bursting the opponent’s mind.
Just when the historical pore projection of Emperor Roselle was completely formed, Zaratul’s transparent tentacles dragged out another figure.
The figure has a young face, but its long hair is already half white. They are raised back and floating in the air, half hidden and half obvious in the dark night.
/This is an angel that Klein doesn’t recognize. He looks like a man. His eyes are dark and full of vicissitudes of life. His facial features are pretty good, but he has bunches of thick black short hair on his cheeks, giving him an old look. The contradictory feelings of youth, sanity and madness.
He immediately turned into a group of squirming insects, extending transparent and smooth tentacles similar to Zarath’s projection.
Obviously, this is also an angel of the “divineer” path.
At this time, Klein even dared not look directly at the situation in mid-air, but as soon as he was inspired, he noticed something familiar.
This is the pore projection of history before He became even half a “fool”.
Obviously, Zaratul made sufficient preparations during this period of time.
As Antigonus showed the complete form of a mythical creature, the surrounding environment changed again, and the darkness became more intense. As if it had its own life, it rushed towards the giant, wear

ceticism, give up love, stay away from enjoyment, do not hold power, polish my body, temper my spirit, and serve my Lord. From today on, I will never change.

“From today on, it will never change!”
The more Snowman spoke, the more determined he became. In the end, he repeated his promise solemnly.
“…This is the thing that impressed him the most and had the biggest impact on him.” Audrey turned her head and said to “The World” and “Stars”.
/Recalling Snowman’s performance all the time, and recalling that even though he was trapped in the world in this book, he never gave up his faith or stopped his ascetic practices, Klein nodded lightly and sighed:
“He was a true ascetic.”
Audrey withdrew her gaze, and after guiding Snowman to say or present some of the things that were more important to him, she walked back to the two men “World” and “Star”, and said in her soft voice:
“There should be nothing left.”
Klein glanced at Snowman and said:
“Go to the next place.”
Pesote City, inside a certain house.
Mobet, who has flax hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, was wearing a slightly plush pajamas. He was lying on the bed with one side high and the other low. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, muttering to himself:
“This winter is much colder than before, and it’s starting to snow…
“Although it’s almost noon, I don’t want to get up at all…
“Xiatasi, why do you, an elf, stay in bed and press your hands and feet on me…
“I really miss the life when I was single. I could roll around freely on the bed and every corner was mine. Unlike now, hey…”
On that bed, “Elf Singer” Shaitas slept on her side, sleeping very relaxedly. Not only did she occupy nearly half of the position, but she also left a lot of blank space on her side, and she was closer to Mobet as a whole, with each hand and one hand. They put their feet on each other’s bodies, so crowded that Mobet shrank to the edge of the bed and was about to fall.
After pulling up the quilt from where he was pressed, Mobet sighed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep again.
Then, he really fell asleep.
In the dream, he was sitting in front of the bar of the tavern, sometimes sipping strong wine and sometimes drinking beer. He would not go home unless he said he would go home, waiting for Shatas to come and beg him.
Klein gave a definite answer:
“right.”
With this premise in mind, she quickly made a judgment:
Mr. Star will offer to guide the dream this time.
“Okay.” Audrey responded in a brisk tone with a slight smile.
This is a development that Klein is happy to see, and he will naturally not stop it:
“no problem.”
Leonard then pulled up the collar of his shirt, walked to the bar in a few steps, sat next to Mobet, and ordered a glass of local sangria beer.
After he took a sip, he suddenly said:
“You look like a Zoroaster.”
“Everyone here knows, no, not just people.” Mobet took a sip of wine and still looked ahead.
Leonard smiled and shook his head:
“Let me introduce myself. I am a student of Pales Zoroaster.”

s:

Jasmine nodded heavily, saying that she would never dare again—the last experience still makes her feel scared.
Seeing that Jasmine and her parents both said that they wanted to do this, Gray looked at Jasmine again:
“My department still lacks some civilian staff. You can consider joining us. In this way, I can monitor your situation at any time and handle abnormalities in a timely manner. As for the salary, believe me, it is similar to that of government employees.”
The salary is about the same as a government employee…and protection…and such a good thing? Jasmine asked in disbelief:
“What department is it?”
Gray smiled and said:
“I’ll give you an address. You can come to my office tomorrow to find me and find out the specific situation.”
“…Okay.” Jasmin was in a state of panic. Even if there was a straw in front of her eyes, she would reach out and grab it.
A week later, Jasmin officially joined the “Nighthawks” team in Limon City as a civilian staff.
“Captain, the telegraph machine is broken.” She knocked on the door of Gray’s room and said cautiously.
/Gray put down the information in his hand, rubbed his forehead and said:
“Report it to the police and let them handle it.
“It’s true. In the past, you could directly ask the people from the ‘Machine Heart’ to help, and the repairs would be fast and good. Now, hey…”
When Jasmine went out, Gray picked up the materials again and started reading them carefully.
This is the information related to the “Fully Automatic Wishing Machine” collected by the “Nighthawks” in the past week.
After Jasmine, similar incidents happened more than once!
After flipping through the information, Gray spread out the paper, picked up the absorbent pen, and began to write the official document to be submitted to Archbishop Constant and the church:
“Many extraordinary events have occurred in this city in the past week, involving a strange machine called the ‘Fully Automatic Wishing Machine’. The information currently obtained shows that it was created by a wandering magician who calls himself Merlin Hermes, but it cannot be ruled out that Other possibilities, at least I think Merlin Hermes may be just an illusion created by this machine to induce people to use the machine to make wishes…
“This machine is brass-colored and inlaid with opaque glass. Gears, bearings, rivets, metal tubes and other parts are exposed on the surface. It seems to be a product of modern industry…
“This retired soldier is unwilling to accept a middle-aged lady who weighs more than two hundred pounds, is less than normal height, and has a violent personality. He is ready to leave Limon and go to the south. If one day, he doesn’t want to work hard anymore, He could easily obtain the nominal ownership of a fortune of 100,000 gold pounds… In a sense, his wish came true, but he himself was unwilling to accept it…
“Case 3…
“Case 4…
“Case 6…
“…
“Combining these cases, we can get some preliminary guesses:
“The ‘Fully Automatic Wishing Machine’ can appear anywhere in Limon. I

hadows float, disappearing areas return to the real world, and the room finally becomes whole.

Botis didn’t make any pause, didn’t even look around, and quickly let his body become transparent.
He held the “Box of the Past” inlaid with many “gems” and was entirely silver and black. The colors were rich and overlapping. The spiritual world filled with strange creatures everywhere “shuttled” to the predetermined location. It only took a few seconds. Zhong walked out of the void and tried to enter the ruins of the God War through the “abyss” that divided the sea.
At this moment, Botis slowed down and stopped in mid-air.
His eyes narrowed, and they instantly turned dark, dotted with countless dazzling lights.
It was like a starry sky reflected in his eyes.
The “gravel” composed of stars quickly rotated, causing the bottomless gap that split the ocean to disappear rapidly. Everything Botis saw in front of him suddenly shrunk, and condensed into a ball of swaying orange flames.
This flame “grows” on the top of a match and is about to go out.
Everything that “Saint of Secrets” Botis experienced after lifting the “space hiding” turned out to be an illusion, and he still stayed in place!
The source of this illusion is the lit match.
The match was held by a fair-skinned hand, and the owner of the hand was a woman wearing a purple-striped black robe and a hood. She was sitting in a car made of a giant pumpkin that was halfway through the wall. On the carriage.
/The cart was pulled by a group of gray rats.
This is none other than “Star Admiral” Cattleya, but her appearance, image and temperament have all changed.
This is what the “Cinderella” magic gave her!
——”Peeper” Path Sequence 4 The core extraordinary ability of “Occultist” is called “Mysterious Reappearance”, which fully embodies the saying “Knowledge is power”.
To put it simply, a “occultist” can draw power from the different occult knowledge he has mastered to create a variety of magic or witchcraft, and the fewer people know the corresponding “occult knowledge,” the The less widespread it is, the more powerful this spell is.
This can also be true conversely. Once a certain knowledge or legend is widely known and no longer mysterious, the magic or witchcraft created by drawing on its power will be almost ineffective.
Cattleya doesn’t know why the Queen can create all kinds of fantastic magic from the private fairy tales told to her by Emperor Russell, but this does not prevent her from learning and applying it. After all, she has learned from the “Mysterious Queen” I’ve heard those fairy tales.
The magic she used to temporarily transform and disguise herself was called “Cinderella”, and it was the “Little Match Girl” that caused the “Saint of Secrets” Botis to fall into hallucinations, thereby preventing the other party from “teleporting” away. The ensuing fight created opportunities.
Just when Botis had just gotten rid of the hallucination, “Cinderella” sitting on the pumpkin carriage stepped on the ground, spread her arms, and a huge cross appeared

o did not believe in evil have paid the price with blood.

“Alex, it’s not easy to ask the Dragon Clan to take action, not to mention there’s not enough time! You all know the dragon’s concept of time.”
It’s not that the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor is just worrying. Long-lived creatures like giant dragons are really insensitive to time. It is simply impossible to expect creatures that can sleep for several years to make decisions efficiently.
Maybe the Orc Empire will do it first before it can persuade the Dragon Clan to intervene.
“It is difficult to convince the dragon clan, but it is far less difficult to convince a giant dragon. As long as we are willing to spend a lot of money and bribe a giant dragon to mediate.
As long as we don’t tell anyone about this kind of thing, how will the human race know that the one who mediates is a giant dragon and not the entire dragon race?
When the time comes, if all the ethnic groups in the mainland are involved to jointly put pressure on the human race, they will most likely compromise.
Those who essentially advocated the destruction of the empire were the countries in the northern part of the human race, and among these countries, the Kingdom of Alpha had the most say.
Taking care of them is equivalent to taking care of half of the main war factions in the human race, and the remaining problems will be easily solved. ”
Alex said with a smile.
He had been thinking about this plan for a long time. After weighing the pros and cons of all parties, we came up with a plan.
Frankly speaking, with his steady character, he doesn’t like to show off in such a hurry. Unfortunately, the pit left by the old Emperor Behemoth was too big, and he had to find a way to make up for it.
/In the Warcraft Mountains, in a cave dug the day before, a giant red dragon about seventy meters long was staring angrily ahead with eyes larger than a lantern.
“You dirty reptiles dare to disturb the great Lord Maxim’s sleep. You deserve death!”
I have to admit that the Dragon Clan’s talent is powerful. They speak pure mainland common language, obviously deliberately letting the visitors hear clearly.
The red dragon is not someone to be trifled with. Among all the dragons, this guy is one of the top three with a bad temper.
Under normal circumstances, if you are disturbed, you will either be greeted with a mouthful of lava, or killed with a tail slap.
Swallow it in one gulp, that is the treatment of other races. The orcs, who were regarded as dirty creatures by the dragon, were not even qualified to be devoured.
/A typical double standard. It is clear that the dragon race is the most powerful race, but they still despise the orcs who are the mixed blood of multiple races.
A giant dragon in heat can fall in love with its mother whenever it sees it. Anyone who flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water can become the object of sexual desire.
The countless sub-dragon species on the Aslant continent are all the result of the giant dragon clan. Fortunately, they are not permanently stat

ed one after another.

His figure then disappeared into the “Origin Castle”.
Winter County, Amanda Mountains, inside the Tranquility Church.
Leonard received a document from the Pope.
Back in his room, Leonard leaned back in his chair leisurely and put his feet on the desk. Then he opened the documents in his hand and read them one by one:
“The wandering magician Merlin Hermes who enjoys fulfilling other people’s wishes… the city of Constant was rebuilt overnight… the ‘Fully Automatic Wishing Machine’… Sequence 4 of the ‘Soothsayer’ path is called ‘Obvious Mage’, Sequence 3 is called ‘Ancient Scholar’, Sequence 2 is called ‘Miracle Master’…”
Leonard looked at it and suddenly fell silent.
After a few seconds, he asked in a lowered voice:
“Old man, how many angels of the ‘Soothsayer’ path are still active on earth?”
/Pales Zoroaster clicked his tongue:
“This is acting. There should be only one ‘Miracle Master’ who needs to be played at the moment.
“You should know who I’m talking about.”
Leonard looked at the information in his hand again and muttered:
“You had a lot of fun…”
He has decided that the main purpose of this mission is to act as a “night watchman”, digest the potion in his body, and travel on the way. As for handling the incident, the focus is to find a reasonable explanation.
After boringly flipping through the thick information, Leonard retracted his feet and stood up.
He was going to collect the “1” level sealed artifact belonging to his senior deacon.
For other saints of the Church of the Night, this is quite a headache, because the negative effects of sealed objects are not so easy to bear, especially when they need to be carried for a long time. But if you choose one that is more suitable for you For sacred objects, the problem of duplicate abilities will arise again.
Leonard doesn’t need to worry about this problem. As long as the sealed object he likes has the property of being alive, he can ask the old man for help and “parasitize” a “worm of time” in, which will significantly reduce the negative effects of the sealed object and become As well-behaved as “Haizhiyan”.
Therefore, the focus is on picking abilities… Leonard whistled and walked out of the room.
It’s three o’clock on Monday afternoon, inside the ancient palace above the gray fog.
Rays of crimson light rose up and solidified into different figures.
“The Sun” Derrick didn’t need to count his heartbeats silently many times. He only had to look at the wall clock and calculate the Backlund time to know how long it would be before the Tarot gathering was held. At this time, he followed Miss “Justice” Standing up, together with the other members of the Tarot Society, he saluted towards the top of the long bronze table and said:
“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.”
After sitting down separately and greeting each other, “Moon” Emlyn glanced around and said:
“I would like to know if there is something special about the ‘Cultivator’ path and the ‘Moon’ path compared to other paths?”
After raising the question, he did not

ation, a bar, a lighthouse, and a station. Harbor Marine Barracks…

He then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
A cement road and a freight railway instantly appeared between the town and the port.
According to Klein’s plan, the port part is prepared for visitors from the sea, and the town part mainly deals with outsiders from the north and south continents.
Looking at the deserted city with admiration, Klein pressed his top hat and “teleported” directly to the side of the Municipal Square, and walked step by step into the church he named St. Arianna.
The door of the church was open, and it was dark inside.
After an unknown amount of time, three figures appeared at the door. They were a gentleman in his thirties wearing a formal suit and tie, a woman with an ordinary appearance and a gentle expression, and a child dressed like an adult.
The woman took a few steps with some difficulty, moved her neck, then smiled, stretched out her hands, and took the arm of the gentleman next to her.
With a faint smile, the gentleman allowed the lady to lean half against him, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to hold the little boy.
The little boy walked and jumped around, looking very lively.
Their movements were a little jerky at first, but they became smoother as they walked, and the years passed quietly through the square.
After they left, more and more people walked out of St. Arianna’s Church. There were policemen, repairmen, gas company employees, restaurant chefs, gray-haired old men, farmers in simple clothes…
/Within the next hour, people kept coming out of the dark church. They either turned to different streets, went to different places, entered different houses, or stayed in the square, admiring the scenery without white pigeons.
During this process, the number of people who came out completely exceeded the church’s capacity, but there seemed to be people inside, as if it was connected to another city.
After nearly a quarter of an hour, the door of St. Arianna’s Church finally returned to silence, but rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies, mosquitoes, etc. were hiding and sneaking out elsewhere.
Finally, a stained glass window high up in the church opened, and white doves flew out and landed in the center of the square.
Those who stayed here came to life completely. Some played with the white pigeons, some looked for vendors, some played the lyre, and some chatted with friends with smiles on their faces.
A man wearing a top hat and a windbreaker, carrying a cane and a revolver, left the municipal square and came to the other side of the town, stopping in front of a wooden sign.
He immediately took out his tools and wrote the name of the town on the wooden sign:
“Yanan”.
After thinking for a while, the man erased “Yanan” and wrote a new name:
“Utopia”.
Backlund, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall’s family.
“Alfred has boarded the passenger ship returning to the Northern Continent?” Audrey did not hide her surprise.
It was September 1352.
In the past six months or so,