Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 511 A makeshift troupe

You're only telling me now that you're not the Elf King?

WD!

Klein looked at the "angel's" somewhat sentimental expression and almost wanted to jump up and slap the Book of Calamities and Grosser's Travels in his face. All those hints and threats in front of you were just deception. You're not the Elf King, are you?

and many more...

Are you some kind of imaginary dragon?

Have my true feelings been revealed?

Ah? ? ?

What does it mean to go from heaven to hell? The once reliable, storm-path elder brother has just become an old silver coin in the audience path?

"You have this habit of labeling people's personalities based on the methods they use."

Xia'er was somewhat speechless. Although it was true that authority could influence personality in higher sequences, you couldn't be so rigid.

And don't you care about the big mystery I mentioned before?

You still say you can't read minds?

"Time travel can even lead to becoming a dragon..."

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What a start... Although I'm a little amazed by Shael's legendary experiences, Klein can still accept it. Compared to being transmigrated into a slime, goblin, avatar, or even a dragon... I can understand it... Damn it, what a lucky guy, a born superhuman.

"Oh dear, what are you thinking? My peak was only during the time I was a hermit."

Seeing that Klein's train of thought was starting to go astray, and realizing that he couldn't possibly guess correctly no matter what, Xia Er tapped the table to urge the scatterbrained Klein to be more realistic.

As a history major, don't you know what the beginning of modern history of the Northern Continent was?

The ancient gods on the historical periodic table go mad, and you go mad too.

"A hermit?"

"The seventh god of the Fourth Age, whose existence has been elusive?"

Klein recalled the male elf statue he had seen inside the dungeon, the one that seemed to hold "information."

So, when he was asking others for information at the Tarot meeting, the person in question was right there beside him, spouting nonsense with a straight face?

You're the Hermit, so why don't you choose the Hermit card?

Klein was speechless. If the angel had simply chosen a tarot card properly, he probably would have guessed it already.

"Because I don't want to be so casual."

Chael blinked innocently. He was still quite young at the time and didn't want to follow the established path.

Moreover, the twenty-two tarot cards have lost some of their original meaning; as a metaphor, they don't sound as good as "angels."

Avoid arrogance and impatience...

Seeing that he was being mind-read again, Klein, who was now a sorcerer, took a deep breath, restrained all his body movements, and kept his expression straight.

"How did you die?"

The question now returns to what Klein is most curious about.

Identity isn't that important; after all, the second-generation Elf King is still an Elf King.

Although the Hermit has been resurrected, the position of Sequence 0 has been occupied by the Hidden Sage.

Oh... no wonder this guy called himself an angel from the start... because there was no place left after he was resurrected?

Can it only be an angel?

"Died from recklessness."

Faced with this question, Xia Er covered his face slightly, knowing that his explanation seemed rather perfunctory.

But history is so ironic; he basically gave away kills during his advantageous period, when he was riding high.

Are you kidding me?

Klein stared blankly at Shael, a sudden feeling rising within him that this senior/angel/hermit was rather unreliable.

"The battle of the Four Emperors, stealing crystals, you know?"

Seeing that Klein didn't understand, Xia Er could only find a random example to help him understand.

Han Xin...

No, wait, oh, the Terensost Empire?

A great wind at the top, and they still got themselves killed? No wonder Trensault was the victor, but the royal family was wiped out. Did you all just mess around together?

In short, due to the information asymmetry, Klein was fooled again, and his brain circuits slid into strange directions.

"So, you are now..."

Sequence 1?

Ignoring the unimportant details, Klein became serious again and was already prepared to kneel down before his senior.

"It's a bit higher in status, but that's basically it."

You're right... that's roughly what Chael meant.

Currently, the highest characteristic within him is only a viewer sequence 1.

The former deity actually held a higher position, and it's possible he was already the King of Angels.

Klein translated for himself, folding his hands in a gesture of Amitabha Buddha-like devotion. "Brother, I just transmigrated," he said, "and you've already set your sights on me? What exactly is this gray mist space?"

This is what Klein most wants to know right now.

"More or less."

"This is... just as you think, the Daoist temple left behind after the fall of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang."

"And you are the vessel prepared by the Celestial Venerable, a backup plan after resurrection... just like those you've read about in novels."

"We have another sister who rose to the position of the Goddess of the Night. She protected your dreams, otherwise you would probably still be working a job that pays 2 soules a week just to survive."

"Being a night watchman isn't something you can just easily join."

Xia'er has told all these unimportant things, so I suppose the Night won't mind.

"There are more experts? There are more time travelers?" Just how many people from my hometown are there in this wretched place?

Who copied the Bible?

Klein couldn't help but ask.

"The ancient sun god."

Xia Er answered immediately, "Of course it was copied by the Russian researcher."

Moreover, what he copied was the Orthodox version that hadn't undergone much reform. It contained relatively little about equality for all and the idea that all men are born equal, but it clearly stated that all men are born with original sin.

"I..."

Depend on!

You all time-traveled long ago, and now... in the past, you were all gods?

you...

Klein was somewhat furious. So many famous people in history were from his hometown.

And they're all doing so well? Those are gods, even Emperor Roselle benefited from the era.

Although most of these predecessors have now perished, Klein still feels somewhat unbalanced, feeling that this world is too absurd. He thought the upper world, with its hidden history and glamorous past, was just a makeshift operation like this.

Those deities... the hermits symbolizing knowledge, are they the same angel in front of me who likes corny jokes?

"You know, we time travelers always help each other out."

"This is called a survival guide to another world."

Xia Er, with a relaxed expression, spoke in a serious tone.

"So, I am Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's backup plan for resurrection, and you are also Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's backup plan for resurrection. Then how did the Tianzun fail with so many backup plans?"

This is the most crucial issue.

Klein wondered who else could make the Celestial Venerable suffer so much loss.

"Of course it's God. You know about the war between the Eastern and Western pantheons?"

"The West has countless gods, but China has no gods... The pantheon is severed, and all living beings are shrouded in dust."

As Xia Er continued to persuade him, he found a unique kind of fun and became somewhat addicted. What should he do?

Is God real?

Klein's gaze returned to normal, and his posture straightened again.

He solemnly apologized, saying that this world is not a makeshift operation.

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