My different world is game mode.

Chapter 445 No way to start
If a person's destiny is rewritten.

So what method should be used to identify the person behind the scenes?
Face this problem.

Lindsay and Wala Wala sat in the room. They stared at each other for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a feasible plan.

The truth is, there's nothing they can do.

"When the skill is activated, you don't need to be next to the target."

"And even if fate has changed, people inside it can't detect the details."

"A person himself cannot see through his own destiny, let alone whether he has been changed by others."

Lindsay covered her face with her right hand, feeling helpless.

Wala Wala also added:
"Lindsay, according to you, this guy guided the fate of Anthony and Lina. This level of ability can only be possessed by writers who have reached at least the seventh level of skill."

Lindsay frowned and asked:
"So we have no other clues, so how can we catch the other party's clues?"

But when this was mentioned, Wala Wala's face fell:
"But that guy most likely doesn't want to see his daughter elope with Anthony. This would break up their marriage."

Wala Wala shook his head and smiled bitterly:

Lindsay lowered her head and thought.

"No matter how you analyze it, they won't allow such things to happen randomly in their territory, right?"

Wala Wala controlled her inner anger:
"Anyway, let's analyze this situation calmly."

She mentioned what happened in the small theater tonight when she was looking for Lina:

"The Art Association naturally prohibits this kind of behavior, but without conclusive evidence and without involving key figures in the city - they will not take action."

Lindsay tried to say:

"In any case, she is a member of the White Star family, and her father is also a strong man of the same level."

The girl came to this conclusion from the perspective of a native of the City of Thousand Sails:
"Since there are seven-stage awakened people taking action, it's best to inform Lina's family."

"Maybe that guy has a grudge against the Kuwaiti family?"

"What's the purpose of doing this?"

Wala Wala was in a dilemma.

Then she jumped onto the bed with a 'pop', her whole body sank into the bed, and she lay down like a big character:
"Lindsay, who do you think could be influencing their fate?"

"In that case, let's tell Anthony and Lina about the situation."

"..."

Wala Wala looked at the ceiling and blinked.

Wala Wala shrugged and acquiesced to this choice.

Faced with this situation where there is nowhere to start, the choice is still left to the parties involved.

"Anthony is just an ordinary person. Unless Lina has other suitors, who has any reason to trouble him?"

Lindsay asked:
"How about informing the art association in the city?"

"Lindsay, remember the actress from the Finbull Theater? What was her purpose of kidnapping Lina?"

Lindsay replied:
"In order to steal emotions and better play the role in the drama."

"Yes, some people are just so unreasonable." Vala Vala bit her lip, "Do you think the person who changed Anthony's fate had such a purpose?"

Wala Wala's emotion suddenly reminded Lindsay.

He recalled what happened to the group on their way to the City of Thousand Sails.

"Mermaid Island!"

"Walawala, when you went to investigate, didn't you bump into a degenerate artist on the island?"

Wala Wala also stood up suddenly:
“You mean—Anthony was targeted by a degenerate artist while he was on the island!”

Lindsay nodded slightly:

"I think it's very possible!"

Wala Wala said:

"In this case, it depends on the results of the Art Association's investigation."

"According to the distance of that island, the results should be available in a little more than a week!"

"..."

Later, Lindsay told this discovery to the couple who were still loving each other.

After helping as much as possible.

After a busy night, he and Wala Wala also went back to their room to rest, so as not to stay up all day.

Early the next morning.

False sunlight in the painting space, rising from the window.

Lindsay's excellent work and rest appeared through the essence of life. He blinked slightly and stood up from the bed.

But when he turned his head and looked aside. Then he found that his upper body was under the quilt, and his lower body was hanging out of the bed.

"Your sleeping posture..."

Lindsay moved closer.

Probably due to the bad sleeping posture, there was a rhythmic and weak snoring coming from the closed bed.

"Ugh--"

Lindsay sighed.

He weakly moved the girl's legs back to the bed and straightened his body.

Then he turned around and walked out of the room, returned with some hot water, and then went to the manor hall to get two glasses of milk, a loaf of bread, and two eggs.

Wait for him to return to the room for the second time this morning.

Then he found Wala Wala crawling out of bed and rubbing his eye sockets sleepily.

"Lindsay..."

The girl stretched out her hands and said to Lindsay with shaky movements:
"What time is it now?"

"You got up so early and didn't even call me?"

Lindsay walked over, put the dinner plate on her lap, and the two of them ate together:
"I see that you seem quite tired, and I just want you to rest more."

Wala Wala picked up a glass of milk, winked at the eggs and bread, and twisted the girl's neck:

"Can you give me some bread? I don't like eggs!"

Lindsay nodded naturally:

"No problem at all."

Breakfast time ends quickly.

I was in a hurry all day yesterday, and Wala Wala didn't have time to take care of it. Her hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

But she was too lazy to answer.

So he picked up a straw hat and put it on to cope with his image.

At the same time, Lindsay used his good habits to take out an ancient scroll, translate it and read it on the table in the guest room:
"A kind of skill can lead to different development routes. This secret originally belonged to the Divine Court. But it was told to the world by sinners."

"The Lord sent an army to conquer the sinners in the Dry Stone Basin."

"There are countless casualties, the source material is also infected with the breath of death, and the battlefield basin has turned into a cemetery..."

"Secrets are leaked, and the path of violence is no longer what it once was. The nature of combat and the rise of the defenders..."

"The Avengers are visiting."

"The communicator intends to build a city, please have mercy on our Lord for protection."

"The Lord of the Divine Court died in the civil war..."

"..."

"Lindsay, what are you looking at?"

Wala Wala suddenly leaned over from behind, threw herself on Lindsay's back, and wrapped her white arms around his chest.

The girl looked at the scroll on the table with question marks on her face:

"What the hell kind of talismans are these?"

"It's not a common language...it doesn't look like an artistic font. Is this a text used in a remote area?"

This action.

As a result, Wala Wala's hair hung down on Lindsay's face, making him a little itchy.

Lindsay was embarrassed to remind her.

Then he turned his eyes sideways and focused all his attention on the scroll in front of him:
"This is a scroll from the long past."

"On the way to the Seven Seas Alliance, I found it from an ancient ruins."

Wala Wala asked curiously:

"How long ago? How long was that?"

Lindsay replied:
"It must be at least tens of thousands of years long."

Wala Wala was immediately confused by this number.

"Tens of thousands of years?"

"Such a long history can still be passed down to this day through writing..."

bang bang bang --

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Lindsay, Miss Walla Walla." The waiter's voice asked outside the door. "Over in the hall, there are some red robes looking for you. Do you two want to come out and meet?"

(End of this chapter)