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"We don't mean any harm." Feeling the masked man looking at him, Aaron had no choice but to say bravely.

"I know," the masked man said, "Me neither."

His voice was very special, mixed with some kind of noise, and you could even hear a faint crisp collision sound, as if the syllables themselves were popping out of his mouth while colliding with each other.

Obviously, this is not his original voice, it may be that the mask has changed his voice.

Although he said that, his words seemed unconvincing as his mask was so ferocious that it had "extremely evil" written all over it.

"Since there are none, let's take leave first..." Aaron smiled dryly and was about to turn around and leave.

But at this time, the masked man stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"how?"

Aaron turned around reluctantly, and his right hand hidden behind his back unconsciously touched the refined one-handed hammer beside him.

Keeping people around at this time will probably not do any good.

"Stranger, what's your name?"

The masked man's voice was still calm, but his words made Aaron couldn't help but shrink his pupils severely.

Foreigner?

Does he know that I am a time traveler?

How did he know?

How many time travelers are there in this world?

Who is he?

In an instant, many thoughts arose in his mind, making him unable to react for the time being.

"We are from the Kingdom of Algrant. Don't think that because you are from Badibira, you think we are foreigners. Why should we tell you, foreigners?"

Alice reacted very quickly, glanced at Aaron with a flash of eyes, and said angrily.

The masked man didn't pay attention to Alice's response. He flicked it casually, and with a mechanical sound, accompanied by the sound of gears and springs, the original short sword turned into a dark short stick, which he inserted lightly into the At the waist strap.

He didn't finish after putting away the short stick. He also took out a stack of square white silk from the lining pocket of his vest, and wiped the blood stains on the mask bit by bit.

"May I have your name?"

Aaron asked in a deep voice, trying not to look away from Ron.

"The name means nothing to me, or you can just call me Kai." The masked man Kai said.

Ron's eyes flickered, and his eyes wandered back and forth on Kai's body.

He is an investigator of the Hanging Sword. In theory, he has access to a large amount of secret information and can also know many secrets that are destined to be buried in the dust of history.

But he had indeed never heard of the character Kai, and it was difficult to find a character that matched him in his memory.

Did he just show up recently, or is his information confidentiality level that even he, a gold medal investigator of the Hanging Sword, has no right to know?

"My name is Aaron."

"Aaron..." Kai nodded, but still wiped the blood stains on the mask.

"Are you looking for me?"

Aaron wasn't sure if it was his illusion, but he always felt like Kai was staring at him all the time.

He even had a vague premonition that meeting him here seemed to be the result of his deliberate arrangement.

Kai seemed to be here just for him.

"Yes." Kai nodded without hesitation.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Aaron's heart couldn't help but sink.

Regardless of whether Kai came with good intentions or bad intentions, it was not a good thing for him.

The reason is simple. He still doesn't know what the plan is.

He had a hunch that he must be a link in some plan.

But the more he tried to see through the plan, the more mysterious he discovered.

The Lord of Baars City is like that, and so is his father, and now there is another Kai...

There were more and more people involved, and it became more and more complicated, but he still couldn't sort out a clue that ran through the whole mess.

This means that he is always passive.

"To remind you, Aaron." Kai glanced at Ron, "From the moment you came into this world, man of destiny, your story has just begun."

A chill began to grow in Aaron's heart.

He finally confirmed that the Kai in front of him did know his identity as a time traveler, and he also seemed to know the secret that his destiny had been tampered with.

But only a very few people know the latter!

Even his wife Alice probably knows a little about this matter. The only one who really knows about this matter is Sartre, right?

Did Sartre tell him?

No, not likely.

"I know what you are thinking, relax..." Kai finally finished wiping his mask and threw the silk to the ground casually. His amber eyes were still staring at Aaron through the mask, "Xingchen, you know Stars? In the days long ago when there was no concept of direction, people mostly used stars to confirm direction."

He looked up at the blue sky, as if he could see the stars blocked by the sun directly through the layers of sunlight. "Many people like to call them prophets, but I prefer to call them astrologers, because in ancient times, Long ago, astrologers helped people point out directions, and now... the same thing happens."

An inexplicable aura surged, causing Aaron and the others to subconsciously hold their weapons, but the next moment he explained: "Don't panic, it's just to prove that I am not a cultist."

Although breaths are changeable and there are many loopholes in this method of blowing breaths to prove identity, relatively speaking, this method still has a certain degree of credibility.

"I don't like people calling me a prophet, because I know that I am not predicting, I am just showing people the way."

"But I am the player who plays the string of destiny. My destiny has been disrupted. Can you still help me show the way?"

"Disruption?" Kai crossed his arms, tilted his head and looked at Aaron, "Who told you?"

"Sart, the apprentice of the Tower Master of the Star Tower, told me."

"Oh, he..." Kai nodded, "No wonder..."

Aaron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Although Kai's tone was monotonous and mechanical, he seemed to be trying to imply something between the lines.

This Kai seems to be very familiar with the Tower of Stars?

"He's wrong, Mr. Aaron," Kay continued. "You can't expect a man who doubts fate itself to have much understanding of fate itself."

"What did you say?"

"Maybe you will understand, maybe you won't, but maybe you should remember a prophecy and don't mistake the reflection in the lake for the stars in the sky."

Kai took a deep look at Aaron, who was frowning, and instead of waiting for his response, he turned around and stepped away on the sticky dark red blood.

"Who are you?" Aaron looked at Kai's gray-black back and couldn't help but ask.

"An exile and a stranger."

Thanks to classmate Zhang Ming for the tip~