Quenched long order

Chapter 113 The Road to Quenching
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By the way, I remember when I was on Stewart Island, Kerry said that "Saul" had told him about the dream about the plane.

I didn't expect to see it again now, and it was in the book of the Prophet Stuart. If this kind of thing is not a coincidence, then does it mean that this is the truth of my time travel?

My arrival is not from one world to another, in fact, I have always been in the original world, but... time has changed...

Saul was shocked inside, but his face remained calm.

It seems that keeping emotions from showing on his face has become his skill.

He pinched the upper right corner of the page with the index finger and thumb of his right hand, flipping through it lightly.

[Is this a fantasy?Or a dream?Or, is this the reality? 】

[Whether you believe it or not, the rest of this book is based on this conjecture. 】

He quickly turned the page, and the following content was the Prophet Stewart's conjectures about different worlds, such as the world covered by ice and snow, or the world with global floods. Of course, it also includes the first proposed world, which can rely on machines to allow mortals to soar into the blue sky.

However, it doesn't include what Sauer cares most about-why the world has become what it is today.

He slowly closed the book and put it back on the bookcase.

The heart can not be calm for a long time.

If everything is as the Prophet Stuart said, then what he needs to go home is not space, but time. However, it seems that it is inseparable from Stewart Island and the mines on the island.

He was planning to continue watching, but he recalled the content of the book "Reflection of the Starry Sky" and found that there seemed to be signs of forgetting, so he took out the book again and wrote it down.

After that, he left the graded library, intending to tell Martha about the "Red Star Leap Forward" first. Since there is money to be made, it has no influence. Although the amount is not much, money can add up.

Martha was still staying by the bookcase on the first floor, holding a book in her hand and reading with gusto. When she heard footsteps, she quickly turned her head and looked in the direction of the stairs. When she saw Saul, she smiled slightly.

"I found the content about the leap forward of the Red Star." Shaoer got to the point.

He recounted the contents of the book verbatim to Martha.

After hearing this, Martha nodded with a complicated expression, and replied: "It seems that there may be a misunderstanding, I hope so."

After speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then, she took out two silver studs and handed them to Saul.

Saul was not polite and readily took it.

"By the way, I remembered something." Martha looked up at the upper left of the library, lost in memories, and then she continued:

"About the quencher... I once saw a book at the teacher's place. The name seems to be "The Road to Quenching". The content in it is very interesting, and I read it with gusto."

As she spoke, she squinted and smiled, without waiting for Saul to speak, she went on to say:
"I heard that "Road of Quenching" was popular for a short time before. The content of the book is very simple. It tells the story of how an ordinary person became a powerful quencher. In the book, there is a route called the Road of Trials. On this route, there are many disasters, and the level is from weak to strong. Every time you pass a level, the ability of the quencher will be improved, until you face to face with the demigod, and finally save the whole world."

"Because the description in the book is very real, and the disaster at the beginning seems to be a local rumor in a village, and someone happened to encounter it again, which caused a wave of follow-up. Many ordinary people experienced the disaster according to the description in the book... The result is obvious."

Having said that, Martha spread her hands.

"Hmm..." Saul thought for a while, "...So, it doesn't make sense at all."

Contact according to the strength of the disaster, step by step to improve one's own ability, continue to grow, and finally defeat the villain, it sounds like a very old-fashioned kingly novel plot, but if the route is false, then all of this is meaningless.

More importantly, who will define the strength of a disaster?
The curse of the gold mine on Stewart Island, and the statue of the king of the black domain of the Mance family, which one is stronger and which one is weaker?It seems that it cannot be explained simply in one or two sentences.

Only those who have experienced it can evaluate it. Moreover, the disaster must not change and maintain its original intensity.

"No." Martha put away the smile on her face, her expression became serious, she shook her head, and replied: "My teacher said that the quenching road does exist, but it is very confidential. It seems that there is one in Westwood Port. I heard that it is in the hands of the defense team. Of course, I don't know if it is true or not."

Indeed... the idea is indeed feasible.

Rooney mentioned the defense team many times. Judging from his tone, most of them are quenchers. From this point of view, if there is a road to quenching, it is most likely to be in the hands of the defense team.

Shaoer thought to himself, feeling that the astrologer named Martha in front of him does have some knowledge reserves.

"You tell me this..."

he asks.

Martha thought for a while and replied, "Can't I do it out of kindness? After all, you helped me."

Seeing that the expression on Saul's face didn't change, she shook her head: "You are too serious, well, I do have some ideas, you helped me today, maybe I will ask you for help in the future, so I tell you this, you may not come to the library often, I don't know where I can find you?"

Having said that, her shining eyes fixed on Saul, pleadingly.

"I... don't have a fixed address." Shaoer didn't say the address, but before Martha spoke, he continued: "I want to know the result of Red Star Leap Forward. Where do you live? I'll go find you."

The expression on Martha's face changed from decadent to excited, she swallowed, and replied: "I live in Liufeng Tower, usually nothing happens, just come to me directly."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at the gradually setting sun outside the window.

"I should go back, then, see you next time."

She put the book in her hand back on the bookcase, and then walked towards the door of the library.

"Martha..." Saul looked at the light-footed Martha and shouted softly.

Because he thought of the mutated miners on Stewart Island and the Mance family, plus Martha was interested in "The Road to Quenching", he worried that Martha contacted him because she was interested in disaster.

Martha stopped and looked back, puzzled.

Saul looked serious and said:
"If you are interested in disasters, my suggestion is...the farther away from disasters, the better. For ordinary people, disasters are disasters."

After Martha heard it, the doubts in her expression disappeared. She gently brushed the hair in front of her ears back to her shoulders, and then replied in a very calm tone:

"You're right. For ordinary people, disaster is disaster. Miserable death may be the only destination, but..."

She paused, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the air slowly:
"... Can you survive by hiding all the time?"

Having said that, her gaze became very firm.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness Saul, but I know what I'm doing and I'll keep going towards my goal."

The sunlight outside the window fell on Martha like a layer of golden light.

Saul sighed and said nothing.

When Martha left, he also glanced out the window. It was getting late, and he planned to find Rooney. Although the hope was slim, he still wanted to know the result of the follow-up of the Mance family.

……

While Sauer was looking up materials in the library, Rooney was sitting in the captain's office.

The interior decoration is simple but not simple, every decoration is appropriate and good, the sun shines on the ground through the curtains, scattered bright spots all over the place.

On the wall behind the office chair, there are many medals, the golden medal of honor is impressively listed, but, compared with other medals, the status seems to be average.

In front of the table, Rooney carefully placed the statue of the King of the Black Domain in the iron box, and inside the iron box, a complex alchemy circle was constantly rotating.

As the statue of the King of the Black Domain landed safely in the iron box, Rooney let out a long breath. He slumped on the chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand.

"It seems that Director Rooney has neglected to exercise recently." Behind the desk, a middle-aged man with long black hair said with a smile.

"Captain, don't make fun of me." Rooney waved his hand. Then, he sat upright, leaned his upper body forward, and said, "I think the matter of the king of the black domain must be dealt with as soon as possible. Who knows what they will do."

The Westwood Port Garrison, also known as the Coast Guard.

The captain of the garrison was called Hume.

Hume stretched out his right hand and covered the iron box containing the statue of the King of the Black Territory. Then, he tapped the surface of the iron box lightly with his right hand, making a crisp tinkling sound.

Rooney sat down again.

"The black market has already sent more people, and the nets will be closed soon." Hume pulled out the drawer and put the iron box in, but his lips were tightly pursed, and the expression on his face was very serious.

"What's wrong?" Rooney noticed something wrong with Hume's expression.

"Black market..." Hume shook his head, "...forget it."

"No...Captain, don't just talk halfway." Rooney couldn't help but speak.

Hume smiled and didn't say much.

"Won't you let me guess again?" Rooney rested his right hand on his forehead, "Okay, okay, let me think about it, the captain must have found something, is it a disaster that can destroy the world? Or is there someone you know in the relic?"

Seeing that Hume's expression didn't change, he simply closed his eyes and let the inspiration burst out in his mind.

Then he opened his eyes and said:
"So, the relevant clues have been investigated. Could it be related to the owner of the black market?"

When Hume heard this, he rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and waited for Rooney to continue.

"It's just a black market, and the owner..." Rooney realized something as he spoke, "Could it be that the owner of the black market is someone we know? A well-known person in Westwood Port?"

"Tsk tsk..."

Rooney sighed and didn't continue talking.

"I haven't guessed yet." Hume whispered.

"Huh?" Rooney frowned, "Although I do know some famous people, I really can't guess which ones. It's impossible to say everyone's name like reporting the name of a dish, right?"

Hume's expression remained the same.

This is a hint and a reminder.

Rooney knew this, and then, a figure and a face appeared in his mind. It is impossible for anyone who has worked in Westwood Port for a long time to say that he has not seen this face.

"Could it be..."

His voice trembled.

"...City Lord Martin Aziz."

The city lord of Westwood Port, Martin Aziz, most of the citizens of Westwood Port admit that half of the credit for the prosperity of Westwood Port is due to this dedicated city lord.

"I didn't say that." Hume denied.

This is to admit it!

Rooney naturally knew what the captain really meant.

"This is just your speculation." Hume shook his head.

"Don't worry, I will never tell my speculation." Rooney immediately made a promise.

"I know." Hume waved his hand and said, "Pay attention to the Medal of Honor Center. There are some quenchers who are not vigilant. Please remind them more and arrange other identities for them."

Hearing what Hume said, for some reason, Rooney saw Sauer's face.

Maybe it was just instinct, but he was surprised to find that Saul seemed to be on the right path.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and wanted to tell Hume about Sauer. After all, Sauer found the statue of the King of the Black Domain. However, he thought about it carefully, but he still didn't say it. After all, Sauer's identity has been arranged as a bloodline ability user, so he probably won't be hunted.

Rooney stood up and left the captain's office.

……

Almost at the same time, at the west gate of Ximu Port, a spacious black carriage stopped in front of the gate.

In the next second, a young woman in a black and white uniform jumped out of the carriage, followed by two heavy suitcases. Then, a boy about 10 years old jumped onto the suitcase. The boy was wearing a white top, brown bottoms, and behind him was a luxurious blue cloak.

"Avery." The boy called out the name of the woman beside him.

"Yes, Lord Prophet... No, Edward, what's the matter?" Although the woman named Avery was much taller than the boy, she lowered her head and waited quietly.

"Did you fart on the carriage just now?" Edward jumped off the trunk.

Avery's face turned red immediately, and he replied in a panic, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Okay." Edward looked at the west gate of West Wood Port. There were not many pedestrians coming and going, and not many people paid attention to him and Avery. "Let's go into the city and find a place to have a good rest."

"Yes." Avery nodded, and lifted the suitcase with both hands. As soon as she took two steps, she asked cautiously, "Edward..."

"What's the matter?" Edward stopped and turned to look at Avery with clear eyes.

"After you came back from Mount Hart, you went straight to Westwood Harbor. Don't you go to see the Queen first?" Avery said, lowering his head.

"The things in front of me are more important." Edward replied, and continued to walk forward, "The changes in Stewart Island..." He paused, looking up at the sky, "...Maybe it will change the whole world."

"Oh." Avery nodded, not understanding the meaning of the words.

"Don't worry, I have already sent a letter to the queen. I can temporarily tolerate the provocations from the empire. I will negotiate with the sage after I have dealt with the matter here." Edward looked ahead with a confident smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)