The sin of wearing a crown

When the familiar and friendly smell of earth, mixed with the smell of animal feces, human sweat, and the long-lasting aroma of barbecue came and went in my nose that slowly regained consciousness, Linn knew that he should be awake. That kind of spirituality replenished his whole body. The spread of perception that the body woke up after sleeping always made people feel like the rising sun.

Linn quickly got up from the bed.

Then he looked like a man who had been ravaged by the countess, the head maid, and a whole team of maids all night long. What appeared on his face was not the excitement after waking up, but inexplicable melancholy and exhaustion.

Snapped!

Lin En slapped himself on the forehead, giving himself a BUFF that promoted activity. Lin En tried hard to adjust his somewhat bad mood.

He had to admit that Aitali might be right. Now he seemed to be involved in a scene similar to the epic story, and he seemed to be the chosen one. It seemed that he had been targeted since he came to Beifeng Town, and last night's dream was the first time he came into contact with it.

Oh my God! How come he looked like an idiot and a retarded person in his dream! ?

He touches his face with his hands, showing no face to others.

Linn felt so embarrassed that he didn't even want to get up and wash up now, and he didn't pay attention to the faint sounds outside the tent. Anyway, if there is something important, the capable head maid will come in with proper etiquette and amazing speed and shake him out of bed.

"Where does Ju Ling come from? This is a question..."

Still remembering the entire exchange, the young gentleman couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows.

It always felt like I was one step closer to some terrible secret.

Not to mention that blurry figure, it really feels familiar. Lin En just thought about it for less than half a second before he cursed in his heart, "Can't you be familiar with it?" His whole Black Holy Grail overwrite also showed that kind of hazy posture, which makes people unable to feel the real image at all. Now his impression of the elf was green, beautiful, and female, and then it was gone.

Isn't the tide turning a little too fast?

That night, I used the Black Holy Grail to play myself as Aitali, but I don't know which elf, angel or demigod pulled me out of my dream. Although he was a little mentally retarded in the dream, it seemed that the mysterious existence did not mean to discover the Black Holy Grail, but only talked about some specious revelations.

The scorching sun is falling, the gods are singing, and the metal is coming.

Lin En suddenly thought of a funny torture joke. If he caught a believer of [Burning Sun] and told him, hey, buddy, did you know that the big fireball you believed in actually died once? He felt that he might become the most wanted criminal in the whole continent of Burning Sun Church the next day.

Invitation to the Inquisition Chamber.

Amused by this self-entertaining joke, the rebellious heretic Mr. Lin picked up the cold water on the table and rinsed his mouth briefly.

When he fell asleep last night, he probably didn't reach the star realm.

He has walked through the Star Boundary more than once. Although he only had a brief taste of it many times, he is very familiar with the atmosphere of the Star Boundary.

That place is more like a gap between the star realm and the surface realm.

From that place, one can even observe the stars in the outer world for positioning and response. As for that mysterious elf, she was observing the stars at the time, and later showed a huge bright light source behind the sky. Her knowledge must be much, much better than mine.

"...It means that after His death, other gods sang about it...because they were happy? And all of this happened before the Shuojin era."

As a junior student who was preparing to enter the University of Livia as a history student, his understanding of mainland history knowledge was still adequate. The current era is called the Steam Age or the Industrial Age. For more than a thousand years, feudal lords conquered each other. Then came the Jin Dynasty or the Epic Age. It will take about four thousand years to continue. Able to reach the original era.

It is said that in the original era, a divine war broke out, and there was also one in Shuojin.

A famous mainland joke is that the king of a small, remote country heard that a war had broken out among the gods, so he decided to clearly support whoever would win, and ordered the palace fortune tellers to observe the war situation every day. As a result, when the king died of old age, the king's son died of old age, and the son's son also died of old age, until the country perished, there was no way to decide the outcome.

Lynn started scratching her head.

If [Eternal Scorching Sun] died in the original era, it is not difficult to understand why it is [Burning Sun] now. But the problem is that there is no record at all, which makes Linn smell a familiar smell. After the [Painless Apostle] was completely chewed up with its broken divinity, those who knew about it at the time were vague about the name [Painless Apostle]. Forget.

Combined with the existence of [Ju Ling], Lin En suddenly felt a sense of terror in his heart!

Could it be that [Eternal Sun] wants to fake the corpse?

The elf demigod said that [Ju Ling] was originally alive, but later died because a god was hatched from him, and [Ju Ling] accepted death and did not want to sleep forever. place.

"[Weaving Moth], [Mother Goddess of Fertility], [Secret Singer], [Mouth of Stitches], [Mist of Inexistence]... No, the church's holy scriptures don't have a description of the origin of the true god. It started with [Ju Ling]. In other words, there is a ghost hidden among the gods? He concealed the fact that he was born from [Ju Ling]. How did he do this?"

Lin En felt that this must be breaking news. Although there was a 120% chance of being burned at the stake, if something could really be found out, it would definitely be a lot of fun!

No, no, this is too exciting.

Licking his lips involuntarily, Lin En thought that if he really wanted to investigate secretly, he would have to at least find a few professionals to understand the relevant information. The Department of Archeology and History would be quite suitable. Thinking optimistically, even if you are lucky enough to be fired by the Inquisition, there will be a group of fellow sufferers on the road together.

Lin En sat on the bed and spent more than half an hour sorting out the information in his mind. At the same time, Lin En, who was looking forward to seeing each other again, finally realized that the excitement outside the tent was stronger than usual. As soon as he came out of the tent, he saw many people running around in a hurry.

If there were no traces of battle, Linn would have suspected that the legendary monster in the black forest had come to attack the camp.

Soon, Lin En learned the reason for the excitement from a maid.

Someone died last night. The village girl named Aya died in the tent of Leonardo, the son of the Labor Party.