franphil Chapter 155 The Vastness of the World
Chapter 155 The Vastness of the World
Chapter 155 The Vastness of the World
The Fifth Age.
Chael felt that strong spirit of sacrifice.
That was contact with the source matter, such a dangerous thing. Yet, his own historical projection, with an imposing and dignified air, protected and rescued the polluted "Dragon of Imagination" without any hesitation. No wonder he was recognized by the Gray Fog Space. This spirit of sacrifice, this humanitarianism at all costs, is truly moving.
"That's true, but I lack the extraordinary characteristics of the Time Worm."
Shael was tempted to skip ahead. If only the ancestors of Pales Zoroastrian had grown up earlier and shown themselves, and if they had found the Time Worm trait, they could probably skip ahead.
Explore the underground architecture of Williams Street?
The task still came up.
But it doesn't matter, Klein is injured now and doesn't have the time or energy to do this mission.
Xia Er confirmed the news through certain channels, and he was somewhat conflicted.
To go or not to go?
It feels like Schrödinger's cat.
Without opening the box, it's uncertain whether the cat is dead or alive.
If the box is opened and there's nothing dead inside, that's fine. But what if it's empty?
This mutual influence led to a point where, apart from some personal biographies of Roselle, he didn't want to read any history books, and sometimes he didn't even want to read Roselle's diary.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
A soft knock sounded on the door.
"Please come in."
Chael looked out the door, his shadow stretched out, opened the door, and then retreated back in.
The person who arrived was a beautiful blonde girl named Megaoos from Tingen.
"You're a bit early."
"My mother wants to observe for a while longer before considering whether to support my career."
"I can't help it," Xia Er said with a hint of helplessness.
It's not that he can't afford the money, but the source of the money is hard to explain.
How come he donated all the bounty he got from killing the hurricane general to the church?
The church's night watchmen, on leave with only a basic salary, want to make some business investments to prove themselves and raise funds.
It's reasonable that he took on some side jobs that didn't violate church rules, since he was also "playing" a hermit.
At this point, they discover that the former Night Watcher Klein, who was supposed to be dead, is still alive. So they try all sorts of probing questions to find out the truth, to see if he is possessed by a necromancer, corrupted, or being used by someone. That makes perfect sense, doesn't it? Klein, you're really in for a bad time.
With that thought in mind, Xia Er invited Megoos, "Now that we're in Backlund, let's have some fun for a couple of days. Even if Mother is still a little hesitant, I won't give up on my plans."
"I'll borrow some money from a friend, add my own savings, rent a cheap little factory in the East District, hire some staff from that newly opened service company, and this little company will be up and running right away. The business license will also be very easy to obtain."
"I'm actually not in a big hurry."
Megas felt a little awkward. She really wasn't there to urge Xia'er; she just missed her after not seeing her for a while.
"I'm not in a hurry, but there's no need to drag it out."
As he spoke, Shael suddenly seemed to remember something. He reached out and touched Megaos's lower abdomen, finding it somewhat cool to the touch. The Death God's descendant traits that had accumulated there were slowly being absorbed. "You've become an Extraordinary One?"
It is at least a medium sequence.
"I...I don't know either..."
Megas was a little flustered. She didn't know how to explain it. One day, she had a stomachache and thought it was her period. After enduring it for a while, she was able to see the 'ghost' again at night.
This almost made her think she had been cursed.
"Perhaps it can only be attributed to luck."
Chael, imitating Fors's experiences, fabricated a series of adventures for Megalos.
That's enough to fool people; they won't be exposed anyway.
"By the way, why don't you have the maid show you around the place? I want to rest for a while."
Xia Er glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 2:54.
After he finished "brainwashing" them, he began to issue orders to leave.
Klein, on the other hand, was holding his unread newspapers for the day, including the Tasok newspaper, the Backlund Post, and the Backlund Morning Post.
He was supposed to see this during breakfast, but since it was the first time he'd had such a serious injury, he stayed in bed.
Registration for government employee exams has begun, and all exams are expected to be completed within four months.
The King and the Prime Minister both appear to be supportive.
Prince Edsack publicly called for environmental protection, urging the people of Loen to return a bright and sunny Backlund.
Klein glanced at it but didn't take it too seriously.
There are far too many appeals in the newspapers every day, most of which are political posturing and attempts to gain fame.
After reading the newspaper and eating something simple, he began to change the dressing on his wound, albeit somewhat clumsily.
These night watchmen were certainly trained, but Klein had never used them before.
This was his first real injury, not counting the experience of waking up to find a hole in his head.
"Battles among extraordinary individuals are always fraught with deceit and treachery; even high-sequence individuals are not guaranteed to win against low-sequence individuals."
Because of the inevitable pain during dressing changes, Klein came up with a series of philosophical insights to distract himself.
On the newspaper spread out beside them, the lines of text were clearly visible.
"Both houses of Parliament have approved the motion to establish the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee'."
The position of alkaline inspector has been approved, responsible for overseeing plants that produce acids and alkalis to minimize their pollution levels.
Calls for establishing relevant labor laws are growing louder, but the two houses of parliament have been unable to reach a consensus and provide a clear response.
Above the gray fog.
Klein dropped the "All-Black Eye" on it.
Since he had it, he couldn't resist playing with it, and after playing for a while, he mastered one way to use it.
The new member, "The Fool," has launched a puppet show, personally led by the "Fool" clue.
Time passed...it was 3 PM.
Chael appeared in the gray fog space, and heard Miss Justice's cheerful voice in her ear.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Angel~"
Just as Audrey was about to share her experience, her attention was drawn to the newcomer sitting at the very bottom of the table.
It was a hooded, unfamiliar gentleman...
Xia Er kindly reminded him:
"You're new here, aren't you? The fog here has a concealing effect, such as on appearance and voice."
"The hood on you looks rather deliberate."
Xia'er's initial curiosity vanished when he saw the man remove his hood, revealing the face of a mass-produced "male model" displayed in the mall. He shouldn't have let the man take off his hood; such a cheap-looking mannequin diminished the Tarot Club's prestige.
"Hehe, this is just my habit, just like you wearing the robes of the clergy of the Church of Mother Earth."
"World" laughed hoarsely.
The "Fool" at the head of the table is looking at the "Angel." Where did you get those clothes from?