The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Until they parted, Sean didn't say those words out of his mouth. He thought God really gave him a good question.

He had secretly thought before that there were few situations in this world that could stump him. Then, life taught him a lesson directly.

He couldn't let Nietzsche go, and he couldn't persuade Catherine to hate his father. So what else could he do in this matter? The only thing they can do now is to make final preparations without any distractions. After all, five days later, what they will be fighting against is the only Black Joker in the world, the second-ranked Mystery Seeker in active service. If there was any wavering and doubt in his heart, he might not even be able to get close to him.

Even if it was for his teammates, Moonlight, Olivia, and Ivan, he had to concentrate on it, and he couldn't be distracted by any unexpected incidents, even if he learned that Nietzsche and Catherine were father and daughter.

So, his heart slowly settled down. He will rebel against Nietzsche's tyranny, he will defeat the invincible black sun king, and he will expose all his devoid of conscience. He believed that Catherine would understand him in the end,

Of course, if she couldn't forgive herself, he could only accept it.

This is a problem posed by God, and what he has to do is to go all the way and never look back.

only…

She smiled and said that she understood that she didn't like Nietzsche, and for the future of the two of them, she could get to know him slowly...

At this moment, the last person he wanted to hurt in this world was Catherine, but he had to break her heart.

My heart still hurts a little. But Sean didn't show it, he just walked into the house quietly.

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After accepting all these arrangements, Sean finally calmed down. Before the agreed time came, he did not contact Catherine again. He even kept this secret strictly, not even revealing it to his teammates. He also used the last five days to the extreme. He shut himself in the room all day long, kept sitting with the highest concentration, and continued to absorb the previous insights.

If any high-level explorer perceives Xiao En's soul at this moment, he will undoubtedly think that it definitely belongs to a mature Ace class. What they never imagined was that the explorer with such a soul body was still wearing his King-level mask.

After all, the Call of Destiny has not yet appeared, and Xiao En is destined to wear a mask for a while. Today, he is Ace wearing a King mask.

Finally, that morning, Sean opened his eyes and saw that the sun had been completely swallowed by the solar eclipse, and his sky darkened for a moment. A full year had passed since that fateful encounter in the northern woods.

The eclipse slowly expanded in front of him until it took up a space more than a person's height. It becomes a door of darkness, where there is no doubt about where it will lead. Sean and Olivia stepped into it. Walking through the black gate, they found themselves in a maple forest. Most of the leaves have been dyed red by the cold wind, and some yellow leaves can be seen occasionally. Suddenly stepping into such a gorgeous forest from a room with monotonous colors, Xiao En felt as if his eyes were burning.

He easily found the absolute coordinates of the golden rose, knowing that he was currently located two hundred kilometers north of New York City. Arrondack Hills. Red maple leaves cover the place, and only a little bit of blue sky can be seen when you look up. Under the color of flames, the sky is extraordinarily blue. It is indeed beautiful here. He remembered that he once thought about taking Aaliyah here to play, but he never took the time... Thinking of this, he found himself feeling a little sad.

Walking in the red maple forest, Sean found Moonlight not far to his left. Evan also appeared, walking slowly on the right. They walked down the slope, their boots on the dewy maple leaves.

Through thickets of maple trees they saw a lake by which sat a man in black. His sense of presence is so strong that even from such a distance, he knows who he is. Sean motioned for his teammates to stop, including Olivia. He walked out of the woods alone and came to Nietzsche.

Black Joker is sitting at a small round table at the moment, enjoying black tea while looking at the lake and mountains. There is another chair on the other side of the small round table, also facing the lake.

"Sit down, Mr. Dickinson."

Sean sat down. There is a steaming cup of tea on the table at hand.

"I often come here alone. Either climb that mountain, or just sit by this lake and think about nothing."

"It's really a good place."

"Yeah, it's a nice place. It's quiet. I'd rather be alone here than out there, actually. I lived alone in the woods for a while when I was younger, and you guess why."

"Why?"

"Because there are too few people who understand me." Nietzsche turned his face away with a smile. Who is Nietzsche at this time? Nietzsche, the rational god, or Nietzsche, the **** of wine, who is deliberately making fun of himself?

"I often talk to others endlessly about the shining things I think I have obtained from my passionate thinking, some wisdom that transcends the world. Unfortunately, after I finish expressing my long speeches, what I often get is a pair of staring bewildering eyes—most people can't understand what I'm talking about. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It's a deep loneliness," Sean said.

"Yes, loneliness. Sometimes it is a good medicine that blindly enlightens wisdom, and sometimes it is a poison that tortures the soul. I have tasted it deeply during the time when I lived alone in the woods. When this taste was the strongest, I didn't say a word for nearly half a year. I spent every day in silence. Because without an audience, sound has no meaning.

"But I am not ashamed of it. A solitary is nothing but a beast, or a god."

"A person like you should be a god."

"No, I am a helpless beast, I have always been." Nietzsche smiled, and he took a sip of his tea, "Only a beast can make such crazy and demented howls like me all day long.

"What kind of wise man am I? My deeds often shame wise men."

Sean thought that if it wasn't for all the things that happened before, maybe he could really appreciate the great thinker in front of him. But now, old debts must be paid.

"You came out of your solitude afterwards."

"Yes." He suddenly had some strength, "return is always calling. A wise man went up to the mountain to temper his wisdom and obtained precious treasures from his great thinking. In the final analysis, he still wants to enlighten the world. So his return is inevitable and eternal."

"I'm back in the hustle and bustle." His smile was a little restrained, and he was still, as if he was deeply recalling something.

"I went back to the hustle and bustle... I just came to the fair and I saw something. That changed me."

Some dark things floated around Nietzsche, as if disturbing the space around him, and even the space he was in became dark.