After using the cheat, I traveled through time with a full-level account

On a clear moonlit night, Marquis Winston stood in front of the divination house with a sign saying it was out of business. It is said that this divination room has not been open for a long time, simply because the owner was in a bad mood.

After pursing his lips, he suddenly felt a little dull and wanted to leave for some reason.

"well......"

This was the second time he sighed tonight, more than he had done since he came to Valia City. It was also the first time he felt a little afraid to see someone.

Click——

The door was pushed open and hit something unknown on the ground. There was no light in the room, and a person could be vaguely seen bowing his head in front of the case. She was writing something with a pen, and when she heard someone opening the door, she issued an eviction order without even raising her head.

"There is a closing sign on the door."

The Marquis didn't move, just closed the door and silently used magic to light the cold candle. The candlelight illuminated the face of the woman at the table. His dullness and hesitation seemed to be washed away, and there was nothing left in his heart, leaving him unable to say a word. Even if it’s just “hello.”

"Townsend?"

Crosby looked up in confusion, wanting to see who was so rude. I'm blind and can't see the sign on the door, but I'm still so rude. As a result, he saw Townsend Winston sitting in front of him with a straight face.

His eyes were lowered, like a frustrated moose. He didn't say what he was going to do, he just arranged the table for himself.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Cross wanted to hold those bruised hands, but she thought of something and finally stopped.

He didn't like this and started a long time ago.

"I......"

The Marquis sorted out the scattered cards, but still couldn't utter such a disgusting and disgusting word as "miss you", which was his definition of the word.

"Who is looking for me this time?"

"No, no one is looking for you. I came here on my own. No, I mean, I don't know why."

He slumped on the chair, placed his palms on his thighs, leaned back as far as possible, and the back of his neck ached.

"Townsend..."

Cross felt happy, today was the closest he had ever been. Ever since she entered the city of Valia and massacred the three nobles, she had never seen the Iron-Blooded Marquis showing such a tired expression.

"Maybe I'm just tired, I don't know why I wandered here, haha, I don't know why." He sighed for the third time, with unspeakable pain in his voice, "Maybe I've disturbed you, I'll go first... ....”

"Don't!"

Cross grabbed his wrist without thinking, saying she didn't want him to leave.

"Cross, you have no right to talk to me in this tone."

His voice began to sound cold again, as if it were a reflex.

"Shut up!" Cross was rarely angry. She quickly walked over and locked the door, staring at the Marquis: "If you think it's inappropriate, then kill me!"

The other person shut up.

"You are always like this, what should you say? Bullying others? I hate it to death!" The Marquis' words seemed to offend Cross, and her whole body was ignited, venting her dissatisfaction to him.

"Every time I come here, you are reluctant to even bring me a flower. Even though it doesn't cost much, you once said you would give me one every day!"

"Every year, I celebrate Holy Ming Festival by myself. My parents are dead, and I am the only one left. You said you would take care of me, you said that! But every time I can only watch others reunite!" I feel so uncomfortable that I don’t even want to eat!”

"You are the only one I have left! That's how it is! But when you see me, you will just shut up, be silent, and turn around and leave!"

As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes. Cross raised her arms and wiped her eyes, turned her head away and choked for a while. Townsend's strange behavior today made her feel like something bad was about to happen, and she let out all the breath she was holding in.

"Cross..."

The Marquis opened his mouth, but closed it again knowingly when he saw that she was still angry.

"Tell me, what do you want to do here this time?"

After a while, Cross calmed down, as if everything was just an act, and looked at Marquis Winston coldly, like an angry lioness.

"I...I was passing by and I was a little hungry."

After all, he endured everything and made up a nonsensical reason, his expression returned to ruthlessness and indifference.

Cross glanced at him, her expression full of confusion, but in the end she didn't ask any more questions and turned around to cook him a meal. She still had some ingredients left.

When the meal was served, it wasn't sumptuous. It was much worse than the dinner at the Marquis' Mansion. The Marquis still devoured his food, and finally stood up quietly, preparing to leave.

"Townsend."

Cross's tone became gentle again. A woman can't hold too much resentment against a man she loves deeply. She will only blame herself.

This guy is leaving again. As always, he will only leave a decisive figure behind him and will not say a word when leaving. That is his personality and it has lasted for a long time.

Maybe he really just passed by today, but it was enough. In any case, he paid a visit to himself.

"This Christmas, if I have nothing to do, I will try to be with you."

The Marquis left a few words and left in silence.

Idiot, the words that were supposed to make people happy fell into pieces.

Cross stared at the door in a daze. It was already late at night. She didn't realize when it was so late. She only remembered that she had just spent an hour as beautiful as a dream. Townsend came to visit her and let her vent her depression. The lights outside the window that she envied at night had long been extinguished, and the candlelight was swaying alone.

In any case, it was comforting.

Cross's tears fell again. She knew that she still loved him, and her love was hopeless.

After calming down, Cross returned to the table and sat down. She supported her face with her right hand and stared at the tidy table in a daze. The pair of knives and forks that still had some warmth gradually became cold, and there was no one on the empty seat.

She slept, as if making up for a few days of sleep, and slept until the next afternoon.

The door was pushed open. At this time, Cross had just tidied herself up and was full of energy. She removed the sign of closing the business and soon welcomed the first customer.

She had seen this person before. He was the one with a very unusual fate.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, sir."

"I'm not here for divination today."

"Oh? What then?"

Come to the divination shop not for divination?

"That's right." Chen Yang smiled, and didn't ask the question directly, but took a detour, "I heard that you are acquainted with Marquis Winston."

"How do you know?"

"You told me last time through your performance."

Cross touched her forehead with her hand and exhaled: "Ah, yes, look at me recently, I almost forgot everything."

Recently, because of Townsend's matter, Cross almost couldn't sleep all night, and it was not until yesterday that she had a full sleep.

"That's right, I met Mr. Marquis a few times, and just yesterday, he invited me to his manor for dinner."

Chen Yang was thinking about how to ask questions next. He was not good at these, and it had always been like this. For an ordinary person with no social skills, it was too unrealistic to use words to play with a mysterious magician who had lived for a long time.

So, in the end, he decided to ask honestly.

"I am very interested in Mr. Marquis. He is like... like a lone climber. I can't think of anything that would make him give up everything he has done."

Hearing this, Cross was already alert. Could it be that Chen Yang knew some secrets of Townsend?

"Mr. Chen Yang, I think you can speak frankly." She was already a little impatient.

"Um... I want to know what happened between the Marquis and the three nobles, that is, the story of the time when he first came to Falia City."

"You can go ask him."

"Subjective is never as accurate as objective, isn't it?" Chen Yang spread his hands, "Prejudice will always destroy a person, and most of the good and evil come from a person's self-understanding."

"Madam, I want to know a correct history, not self-identification. I think, even though you know the Marquis, it should not be difficult to give a fair evaluation."

Cross stood up, her veil swaying gently, and her azure eyes stared at Chen Yang.

"Will you help Tang... I mean the Marquis?"

"I don't know." Chen Yang shook his head, holding his chin with his right hand, his mouth open, his eyes narrowed, and he looked like he was thinking seriously.

"Maybe, at least it's still possible, I don't have a bad impression of him."

Cross thought for a moment and nodded: "It's been a long time since Marquis Winston first came. I don't remember the time, and I didn't witness the massacre in person, but I know the general situation."

"At that time, the city of Faria was almost a paradise for the three nobles. Their status in the city was far higher than that of the emperor, and they had the final say."

It's not surprising that a city far away from the royal city, with deep roots in the family and magic supreme, can become like this.

"The three nobles at that time were so tyrannical that they were almost brutal. They didn't care about human lives at all and slaughtered civilians like pigs and sheep. Every day, the mass graves in the west of the city were covered with blood."

"All women had to be sent to the city lord's mansion for "testing" when they reached adulthood. Those with good looks would become the nobles' playthings and end up being tortured beyond recognition, while those with poor looks would be spared. At that time, many girls were born with their faces cut by their parents..."

"The three nobles wantonly exploited the value of the civilians, only paying them low wages, and even not enough food and clothing became a luxury. They would feed the unfinished milk to dogs and cats, or even throw it away. Civilians worked day after day, and could not even afford dry food on St. Petersburg. Later, there was even a tragedy of cannibalism. "

"There is no justice in the city of Butfalia. They have nowhere to appeal. They can only allow the nobles to bully them and live in a dark life. Men wake up thinking about when they will starve to death or die of exhaustion. Women wake up thinking about whether they will be abducted by the nobles and become human animals to be humiliated by others."

"It has been going on for an unknown period of time. The Marquis is here."

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