Huh? Are they all real?

Even Morn himself had a very vague memory of the White Disaster.

He only remembered that it was a strange history that he had cut off.

The purpose of cutting it off was to eliminate the White Disaster that swept the world and to hold a funeral.

However, Morn didn't remember anything more specifically.

This was a very terrifying thing.

At least for Morn, every time he thought of it, he would feel a chill on his back.

Because he didn't know whether it was because he had cut off this strange history, or if some unknown existence had cut off his memory.

For example, the "company" that Morn still couldn't figure out.

And now, his student Ansha actually found a clue?

In great astonishment, Morn took the letter handed over by his messenger.

On the envelope, Baratheon's former emblem had been completely replaced with the image of a sword and shield.

Obviously, this was to fit his king's name - the Sword and Shield King.

In the days when he was away, Ansha had been acting for him.

Morn couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

He has stepped onto the stage and is moving closer and closer to the center of the stage.

The heroines are also coming on stage one after another.

However, he himself is not fully prepared.

If this continues, he may not be able to do anything.

So he must change.

After suppressing the chaotic emotions in his heart, Moon opened the envelope.

At first glance, Moon saw Ansha's delicate but sharp handwriting.

Just like her, it is extremely pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

At first, it was Ansha's greeting to him, and although she didn't express it directly.

But Moon could feel her deep longing for him.

Sometimes Moon hated why he could read.

Because if he couldn't read, at least he could escape for a while when he was not ready at all.

He did too many necessary stupid things, so that he caused too many debts of love.

In all kinds of complexities, Moon continued to read.

After reading all of it, Moon put down the envelope and asked his messenger:

"Did Ansha tell him anything else?"

The faceless gentleman, who had been bowing slightly, lowered his body again and said:

"No, Master, Her Majesty the Goddess did not tell him more, because she said that she had only found these at present."

After saying this, the faceless gentleman suddenly said:

"But, Master, although as a servant I should not overstep the line, I still want to say something, that is, as the king of Her Majesty the Goddess, you seem to have been away from her for too long."

"Your students miss you very much, Master."

The words of the faceless gentleman made Moon smile bitterly:

"Yes, I know that too, but."

The faceless gentleman did not continue to speak, as it said before, it was just a servant and should not overstep the line.

And Moon looked in the direction from which he came.

That is where the three sisters were.

He should go back to see his students, but there are still people waiting for him, and they have been waiting longer.

No matter how you look at it, the current situation is so bad, but it is so helpless.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help crying and laughing.

Yuanchu, what's going on.

After shaking his head, Moen said to the faceless gentleman:

"Please go back and tell Ansha that I am not sure if I can go back as soon as possible, but no matter what, I will contact her."

The faceless gentleman bowed to show that he knew, but did not understand and leave, because he wanted to wait and see if Moen had any other instructions.

Thinking about it carefully, Moen didn't seem to have contacted Ansha in writing.

Ah, it seems that he is becoming more and more unhuman.

The new discovery made Moen extremely ashamed.

Although he has been busy with various major events since he left Ansha.

But no matter what, it is indeed a bit too much to not even send a letter.

At least Ai Er can still meet in Renlian.

In this regard, Moon could only force himself to focus on Ansha's letter.

Even if it was the will of a goddess, the clues that could not be found here appeared in the Human Union instead.

And it seemed to appear in the form of a time traveler.

So could that strange history still exist today? ? ?

Moon widened his eyes slightly.

This was far beyond his expectations.

And with the emergence of this idea, he found that his mood also began to be indescribably irritated.

It was as if he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been absent from something for too long.

This feeling itself made Moon feel extremely irritated, and the fact that Moon did not remember what had happened at all made it even more tormenting.

With his brows getting more and more furrowed.

Moon forced himself to suppress the emotion that almost completely occupied his thoughts, and thought about what it would be like if the strange history that was cut off still existed today.

That was a disaster that swept the world.

Could it be that there would be a world of its own?

No, that's not the case. The uniqueness is almost intact, and the extraordinary essence is not lost to an exaggerated degree.

In addition, the description in the letter is that the person who is suspected to be a time traveler has not encountered any extraordinary phenomena in nearly seven years.

It also proves that there will not be an extraordinary world over there.

So this will definitely not be a world of terrible scale.

But according to my memory, it should be the history between the Age of Gods and the Second Age.

So, if it really survives to this day and there is still soil that allows travelers to go there.

Origin, has it been imprisoned there for three whole eras?

Moon was stunned.

I thought it had already passed into the dust, and at most there were only a few relics in the past. Not only may it still exist, but they may even have been isolated for countless generations.

The faceless gentleman has been standing quietly by the side waiting for Moon's further instructions.

But as a spiritual creature with extremely high intelligence, it also realized the situation and asked:

"Master, do you have any new supplements that I need to tell Her Majesty the Goddess?"

Moen then came back to his senses and looked at the faceless gentleman.

"No, nothing, I'm not sure more. No, wait, wait!"

The faceless gentleman leaned over and said:

"I'm waiting, master."

Imprisoned for three whole eras?

Imprisoned, imprisoned.

Imprisoned prisoners? ? ?

Suspected to be the first batch?

Moen suddenly realized something and asked the faceless gentleman:

"Has Ansha confirmed the identity of that person, such as a specific name or something?"

The faceless gentleman shook his head and said:

"No, Master, the believers of Her Majesty the Goddess have been contacting the other party remotely, so the specific name and identity of the other party are still uncertain."

"But tonight is the time for the foreigners to go back, so I think according to their rhythm, they should have officially contacted the other party at this moment."

As he spoke, the faceless gentleman asked:

"Master, have you realized anything? Is it related to that person?"

Moen thought:

"Although there is no specific evidence, I think I may have known the last name of that person."

This somewhat incoherent answer made the faceless gentleman tilt his head slightly.

Moen used to think that it might be an interesting coincidence, but now, Moen found that it might not be a coincidence.

——

Outside, there was still endless ice and snow. He had been watching this scenery for nearly seven years.

To be honest, even if he could still chat and communicate with people in the real world.

But he was almost driven crazy by this lonely world of ice and snow.

White, white, white!

A hell place with nothing but white!

"Oh my God, why are you torturing me like this!"

He couldn't help but shout this sentence to the sky above his head after walking out of the ice house.

But the sky, which didn't even know where the light came from, would naturally not answer all his questions.

It would only be dead silent like the countless years in the past.

This made the man sit on the ground and grab his hair and collapse:

"My life is so successful, but why did I encounter such a thing!"

In the endless collapse, the man suddenly pulled out a dagger made of bones from his waist with a fierce look.

It was tied with the skin of the beast he hunted as a hand guard. He still didn't know what that thing was, but he knew that it looked like a combination of a seal and a seagull.

And it was his main source of meat.

Although the knife was made of bone, the blood and minced meat left on the jagged edge still showed its sharpness.

One cut would definitely cut the fragile throat and free him from this hellhole.

And he really cut the skin.

Blood began to flow down the dagger.

It seemed that he was about to die and get the relief he had been looking for.

However, after the bone knife cut through the epidermis, he could not press it down no matter what.

Just like the other wounds on the side, it only ended there.

Finally, the man threw away his bone knife crying.

He couldn't do it, it was too real, really too real.

The breathing, the pain, and the fear that he might die were all the same.

He couldn't even tell which side was real now.

Despair almost drowned him, and he felt that this might be the end of his life.

But with a gust of cold wind.

His blood was literally frozen and he didn't collapse or cry in an instant.

Then he flew directly into his ice house.

If you don't have the courage to commit suicide, then you certainly don't have the courage to be frozen to death.

Listening to the howling wind and snow outside.

After estimating the time, the man lit the animal oil lamp and then sighed and huddled into his bed.

He has figured out the rules.

It was also because of this extremely accurate time rule that he denied that he was mentally ill at the beginning.

But now, he would rather be mentally ill.

At least there is still hope.

Sure enough, as the time came, he closed his eyes and returned to his home in Renlian.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the simple ice house, but the roof of his carefully designed mansion.

The murals full of postmodern style proved this point all the time.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he pinched his face.

It hurts, so this side is also so real.

After a neurotic smile.

The man climbed out of bed and planned to get something to eat. Mental patients also need to eat, right?

But he noticed something was wrong when he came to the living room.

Because the light was not on.

"Turn on the light!"

"AI? I said turn on the light!"

After a moment of hesitation, the man subconsciously searched in the dark for something that could be used as a weapon.

But after searching for a long time, he only got a shoe with a harder sole.

The man swallowed his saliva and planned to touch the door to see what happened to the main control AI.

But just halfway through, the darkness turned into light.

The man whose eyes were stung by the sudden light took a while to barely adapt.

It was also at this time that a voice came directly into his ears:

"Mr. Conan Heather, don't panic, we have no ill intentions."

The man who heard this instantly closed his eyes to avoid seeing the other person's face.

"Who are you? If it's for money, credit point transfer is too dangerous, and neither you nor I will feel at ease, so here are three famous paintings worth at least 20 million. That is safer than transfer."

The People's Union is a unified government, so there is no overseas transfer.

As long as credit points are used, it is a piece of cake to trace the flow of funds from his side.

But the man's calm response made the visitors laugh:

"We are not for money, Mr. Conan Heather. Although we also know that the Heather family is rich!"

The man's heart sank to the bottom, but he still said without panic:

"In this case, you should know what risks you are taking. Although I am not an extremely important head of the family like Ms. Lily, the Heather family has to have face!"

"Now you take the paintings and leave. I will not continue to look for you for revenge, because those paintings are not as important as my life. I will only move to a safer place."

But the more the man explained, the louder they laughed.

But fortunately, they did not keep the suspense.

They soon said:

"Mr. Conan Heather, we are not for money, nor to hurt you. We are here to solve your problem. You have been trapped there for almost seven years!"

This sentence made the man hesitate to open his eyes.

Then, he saw seven or eight people sitting or standing in the living room.

"Who are you?"

The three leading men took a look at this, and the man who had been sitting on the sofa opposite Conan Heather stood up.

He said with great pride:

"We are here on behalf of the goddess and the throne!"

After a moment, the man who was obviously stunned said tentatively:

"What does that mean?"

Oh my God, are these people crazy?

The man's answer was not unexpected, because that was why they came.

The man who stood up did not answer him with words, he just stretched out his hand, and then a chair appeared out of thin air behind him in Conan Heather's unbelievable eyes.

To be honest, compared with the other travelers, Conan Heather from the Heather family may be the most unlucky one.

After all, he is the only one who has been forced to doubt his entire life and knows nothing about everything.

Compared with him and the others, Ms. Lily may really be the luckiest Heather.

After all, the elves did not torture her and provided her with food.