Mystery: My vest is all over the timeline

Chapter 44 The first attempt

What?The old man knows the name?Doesn’t that mean there really is such an angel!
Leonard sat up straight almost instinctively. If it wasn't for the two people beside him, he really wanted to ask Pallez directly at this moment what he knew, and what kind of existence this mysterious angel was.

Fortunately, this time, Pallez didn't intend to run away as a riddle man. On the contrary, he saw Leonard's doubts, and said patiently:

"I don't know that angel, but I have indeed heard that name. It seemed to be a very ancient existence a long time ago."

Hey, even the old man said it was ancient, could it be some old guy from the Quaternary Epoch?
Leonard couldn't help guessing in his heart.

"But..." Pallez's voice became a little more confused, "I have very vague memories of that person, so I'm not sure what kind of existence that person is."

Leonard was immediately disappointed by these words, but he also knew that since the old man said so, there was probably nothing to ask.

Leonard couldn't help sighing, and turned his attention back to reality, and felt four "hot" gazes from beside him.

"Cough..." Leonard couldn't help coughing, and although he was guilty, he still insisted: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Poet classmate, I'm basically sure now that you're definitely talking to someone I can't see... Klein kept smiling, but couldn't help but complain in his heart.

If before coming to Backlund, Klein was only vaguely guessing about the secret of the poet classmate, after coming to Backlund, he was almost certain that the poet classmate might have something like an old grandfather with him.

The strangeness he showed occasionally made it hard for Klein to ignore him.

And I don't know if it's Klein's illusion. He always feels that since he experienced the Tingen incident together, the poet classmate has let himself go more and more in front of him, and no longer covers up abnormalities.

Maybe it's because in his opinion, the three people here are "protagonists" with secrets?
Klein couldn't help guessing, thinking of what Leonard once said to him, such as "the two protagonists met" and "the wheel of history rolls forward" and other secondary speeches.

So the old man really has memories about me, is it because although I have not interfered with the timeline where he is, but have left traces in the second era?

Lin En, who really mentioned the "Angel of Mystery" on purpose to test him, had a guess in his heart, but his expression didn't change much. He just raised his eyebrows at Leonard and said: "Student poet, it seems that you have heard of the secret The name Angel?"

"Uh, that's true, but I don't know much about this Angel of Mystery. I only know that He seems to be a very, very ancient existence." Leonard hesitated for a moment before replying.

He also knew that his abnormality was too obvious this time, and no one would believe him if he didn't know about the "Angel of Secrets".

"A very ancient existence..." Lynn suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was really thinking about something.

Klein quickly wrote down this knowledge point. Although he didn't know who this "angel of secrets" was, he felt that this kind of knowledge might be useful in the future.

Leonard remembered something and asked, "Lynn, where is the ancient book you mentioned? Can you still find it?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. That ancient book was lost due to some accident a long time ago..." Lin En shook his head, showing a regretful expression.

Both Leonard and Klein felt a little pity.

"But although the ancient book can't be found, since the angel of mystery is real, it means that the chess of blasphemy may also be real..." Lynn said, picking up a chess piece on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "Maybe one day, we will meet the real Chess of Blasphemy!"

At the same time, by the bonfire of the Second Epoch.

Lynn suddenly looked up at Saslier, who never forgot to correct the documents even when he was on a business trip. The Tablet of Blasphemy is in your hand, isn't it?"

Saslier's movements paused, and he immediately looked up at Lynn, and said with a gentle smile: "The slate of blasphemy is indeed in my hand, what's wrong?"

"Then can you lend me a look?" Lynn said straightforwardly, what stood out was straightforwardness and sincerity.

Of course, the reason why Lin En dared to make such a request directly was due to his special status and his young age.

He expected that even if this request was not granted, it would not cause any bad effects.

Saslier froze for a moment, obviously surprised by Lin En's straightforwardness, but he still shook his head and said with a slightly apologetic expression: "...Sorry, Sotos, I can't let you go without the Lord's order. You read the Blasphemy Tablet."

Ah, sure enough, it was rejected.

Lin En, who was not surprised at all, sighed immediately, and said with a rather disappointed expression: "Oh."

This made Saslier's expression a little helpless. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "But if you, Sotos, want to know the potion formula for the follow-up of the Hermit Path, I can directly Copy it for you."

After a pause, Saslier looked at Medici next to him again, and said, "If you need Medici, I can also copy the potion formula of the Red Priest Path to you."

"Then thank you Saslier, but I still hope to take a look at the blasphemy slate..." Lynn immediately changed his expression, completely gone from the disappointed look just now.

Although it was a pity for him not to be able to see the blasphemy slate, it was acceptable to Lynn to be able to get the formula behind for nothing.

The face-changing appearance of the Sichuan opera made Saslier's smile more helpless, but he, who had long accepted the fact that his two children were bear children, continued to correct the document without saying anything.

The night is still long.

While waiting on Saslier's side, in the kingdom of elves, in a huge palace that seemed to be made of coral.

"What on earth does Lilith want to do? Why did she take the initiative to provoke Freguera and Kwahitun..."

The Elven King Sunya Solem sat on a throne that seemed to be composed of pure electric light. His ears were pointed and high, his face was softer, his hair was thick and thick, and black and blue intertwined. They are outstanding, and they are even more handsome together.

However, He intuitively gives people a feeling of tyranny. This kind of tyranny is not pure cold-blooded and cruel, but more like impatience and violence. It seems that as long as a word disagrees with the Elf King Sunya Solem, he can fight with others.

(End of this chapter)