Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

When Mordred came to his senses, the face in the mirror was wet with tears, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

She finally understood now why her mother's face beneath the veil had a bitter and longing smile when she talked about Merlin.

"If that's the case, I'm willing to do it a hundred times, a thousand times," Mordred said softly.

It was really painful to be pierced by the magic sword, but when I thought of those beautiful green eyes, even the wound had a bitter sweetness.

Death is so lonely, but when I think of the green-eyed girl's long journey alone, it's as if there are stars shining on my side, so it's not scary anymore.

......

Heber put down the bowl of soup.

This restaurant has good service, delicious food and low prices, so she quietly added it to her food foraging map.

Not long after she put down her cutlery, the waiter came quickly and handed her the bill and a note.

"Our restaurant has just opened, and we need to collect feedback from our customers," the waiter explained. "It would be great if you could leave us some valuable feedback."

"my pleasure."

Heber knows that it is basically impossible for a restaurant at this price point to make too many adjustments to the recipe, but their attitude is very respectful.

"But I'll just write it down, because my taste is quite unique..." Heber smiled, "Can you make it a little spicier?"

"Extra spicy?" The waiter was stunned.

"This is just my personal opinion." Heber shrugged. "London's weather is always humid, so adding a little spice might be more suitable for some customers. As for whether to adopt it or not, that's your freedom."

After Heber left the Gallic restaurant called "Vivian", her words were conveyed to Mordred by the waiter.

The waiter saw his boss's brow furrowed instantly.

"what happened?"

Mordred's frown relaxed.

"Nothing, it seems I was worrying too much."

Merlin has always been fond of all kinds of sweets, so how could he possibly like spicy food?

But I still feel a little lost.

Volume 11: Chessboard and Teachings (Seeking collection, votes, and intimacy)

When Heber returned to the door of her thrift store, she found someone waiting for her.

The visitor stood under the streetlight at the door, holding a beautifully packaged box in his hands.

"Hey, good evening, Hebe." The girl with short blue hair raised the box in her hand. "Did you go to eat just now? I've been waiting for you outside for a long time."

Heber narrowed his eyes slightly: "I think your watch shop is not far away across the street... Miss Mostima."

"That's right." Mastema also smiled with narrowed eyes. "But the situation is urgent, and I was asked to do this, so I immediately went to the door to wait."

Mostima's watch shop is located at the second intersection diagonally opposite the Fox Lily Thrift Store, and it also has little business every day.

So Mostima, who had nothing to do, added a business of sending and receiving express deliveries and writing letters, which was also a channel for income for himself.

All I can say is that even if this world didn't have oripathy and mobile cities, those people and things would still unfold in another familiar way.

"Wow--" Mostima exclaimed in surprise when she followed Heber into the thrift store holding a box.

Heber sat back behind the counter and shook his head helplessly.

This wasn't the first time Mostima had visited the thrift store, but she always screamed like that every time.

"Instead of marveling at my business, why not take care of my business? How about I give you a 10% discount?"

Heber reached out and knocked on the table, indicating that it was enough.

"Well... I've already said that." Mastema smiled and held out her hand. "I don't need to buy the things you put in the first row, and I can't afford anything you put in the back rows!"

"And the first thing I thought of when I received this commission was you, boss. Not only did you not give me a tip, but you also wanted to make money from me... I'm so sad."

Hebe hesitated to speak.

As Mastema herself tells it, she took on a side job as a courier.

When he had no business income for a long time, he started a business of helping people identify antiques and charging a fee.

Heber coughed lightly: "Then... bring the food up quickly."

Mastema smiled slightly at what he said and put the box on the counter.

When Heber put on gloves and took out the antique that needed to be identified, his expression gradually became solemn.

It was a square chessboard made of stone. The edges had been artificially rounded, and the grids painted with red and white paint had mostly dried and peeled off.

Some ivory and bone chess pieces were piled on one side. The most eye-catching one was a "Queen" chess piece, with her chin in her hand and a bright look in her eyes, as if she had been slapped in the face.

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Heber only examined it for two or three minutes before putting the things back.

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Mastema.

"Where did you dig out this chessboard?"

"It's none of my business!" Mastema waved her hands repeatedly. "I only got this job through connections."

Heber nodded.

Mostima's words weren't entirely true, but at least her attitude showed that she wanted to distance herself from the matter.

Since she said it seriously, Hebe listened seriously.

"No need to look, it's the real deal," Heber said calmly. "Even a single chess piece is worth a fortune, let alone this set. To say you have it is priceless is an understatement."

Mastema narrowed his eyes, smiled, and asked, "Why?"

"Because it represents the entertainment methods used by the upper class of the era, and also embodies a channel of communication and trade between the Scandinavian Peninsula and the three islands of Albion."

Heber's eyes shifted slightly upwards. "Albion's history isn't very long. Such a well-preserved set of antiquities is of great significance, needless to say."

"Have your client deposit the money into the account. I don't want to know what happens next." Heber waved his hand wearily. "If the Special Patrol comes to me, I will tell them everything immediately, Miss Mostima."

Faced with the order to expel her, Mastema still kept smiling.

She said goodbye to Hebe politely and left with the box.

Heber's fingers tapped on the table again and again, and his eyes became gradually deeper.

The thing Mostima had just taken out also existed in Heber's original world: the "Isle of Lewis Chess," a British national treasure. Furthermore, in his original world, there wasn't a complete set of "Isle of Lewis Chess," let alone a chessboard.

It seems that the "chess" brought by Mostima is very likely a fake.

But Heber was extremely sure of the authenticity of this "chess" set.

Because this chess set... was made by her personally in the Lostbelt.

In order to distinguish it from the original Lewis Isle chess set, Heber deliberately carved the "Queen's" expression more exaggerated when making it, and also rounded the edges of the chessboard.

During their pilgrimage, the three of them used this chess set to entertain themselves and spend many boring nights.

Heber recalled the words "The Lostbelts are merged into the Fourth History" on the Secret History Simulator, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

If history really changes because of this...what does that mean for the past and the future?

This is a question that is destined to remain unanswered in the short term.

Heber temporarily gave up on this issue and turned to think about a more obvious problem.

——Mastema, is she the so-called "Ascendant"?

Hard to say, but it's likely.

——So, is Mostima an official?

She must be.

"When I mentioned the Special Patrol Office, she acted so confidently... Doesn't that tell me she's from the Special Patrol Office?"

A pale white mist curled up from the table and coiled around Hebe's fingers. A complete chessboard appeared out of thin air. Her fingers were suspended in mid-air, and the red and white chess pieces began to fight silently.

The chess pieces fell one by one and turned into billowing smoke again. After a few seconds, the chessboard, chess pieces and smoke all disappeared together, as if they had never appeared.

"He's not just an ordinary informant." Heber thought, "Is Mostima on this street to monitor the situation on Church Street, or is he tailing someone?"

......

"hehe."

Shortly after returning to his watch shop, Mastema suddenly laughed.

She waved her hand in the air above her head, "I guess it's not exposed... With that look, I thought she saw through everything."

Thinking of the antique shop, the smile on Mostima's face gradually faded.

Mostima's words were indeed reserved - the department in charge of the excavation of the "Lewis Isle Chess" was the Albion Royal Archaeological Association, which had nothing to do with the Special Patrol Office where she worked.

Although both departments are directly under the command of the Red Dragon King, their operating styles and areas of responsibility are very different.

The Archaeological Society is responsible for searching for "frontiers" around the world with the goal of exploring hidden histories - the Lostbelts.

The predecessor of the Special Patrol Office was the Night Duty Bureau, which was responsible for monitoring and suppressing all unofficial and secretive matters. Even after the reorganization, its functions have not changed much, but its methods have become more mild.

When the Archaeological Association discovered the "border", the Special Patrol Office explored the "border", and the two worked together.

The reasons for doing this are complex.

It is not only to prove the hidden history that has been covered up, but also to find ways to bridge the broken paths of the apprentices.

——Because since the first atomic bomb exploded and World War II came to an end.

No one else can reach the third level "Twilight" on the road to sublimation.

Mastema lowered her eyelids, recalling the "initial warning" she received when she embarked on the path of sublimation.

......

Every apprentice knows that behind the veil of this world lies a corner of the real world, and through the path of dreams, we can visit the wasteland.

A glow flows from the highest point of the wilderness; it is complete divinity, pure greatness, the origin of all knowledge.

The glow cannot be understood, expressed, named, or imagined. The more you pursue it, the farther it becomes.

The wilderness is always changing, but it is like a mirror.

The light refracts seven times in the wasteland, and thus seven principles flow out from the wasteland.

The first is the lamp, representing brilliance, enlightenment, and ascent. "Mr. Day is the Amber King. He illuminates the darkness and shows us the way forward."

The second is "Cast," signifying transformation, recasting, and destruction. "[Tian Sui] is the lord of achievements. Since the age of darkness, he has sown stars in the night sky."

The third is the cup, representing desire, birth, and drowning. "The Holy Grail is the Great Mother. The cup's temptation is greater than its pain, yet pain is its essence."

The fourth is the wings, signifying transformation, protection and the world. "The Fisher King has protected us from ancient times until now."

The fifth is the blade, representing battle, struggle, and domination. "Scarf Father's authority will eventually reach eternity, and He will reign over the world for thousands of years."

The sixth is winter, signifying remembrance, finality, and silence. “[Sighing Lord] waits forever in silence…”

The seventh is the revelation, which shows the door, the key, and the opening. "[The Messiah] arose from the dead, parted the sea, and suffered for the world."

The desires of ordinary people are complex and numerous, as fluid and unpredictable as the primordial ocean, and therefore difficult to climb.

The apprentice visits the wasteland and receives a glimpse of its return, a reflection of desire and the cornerstone of the path. This is [Enlightenment], when the sun has not yet risen, the midnight is deep and quiet, but the dawn of dawn is already brewing.

Take desire as your path, summarize your own code from practice, and adhere to it unwaveringly. This is [Daytime], the sun has moved along the celestial declination, and the future is bright and limitless.

Guided by the code and guided by desire, they create achievements worthy of the world's memory, legends passed down by the people. This is [Dusk], when the sun reaches the end of the sky, perhaps sinking into the earth, perhaps rising higher than before.

Finally, with achievements, desires, and codes of conduct, one declares one's own truth. This is [Red Yao]. The sun eventually sets, but at this moment, one's own star is already rising.

And who can deny that distant stars will not become new suns?

The world is ultimately hidden to the apprentice, but we are born to pursue brilliance, just like sparks flying upwards.

Volume 12: New Newsbelts (Thanks to Hasudaino Usami for the golden treasure chest)

Early the next morning, Heber began looking forward to the version update of the Secret History Simulator.

When the twenty-four-hour countdown on the desktop reached zero, a series of words that only she could see appeared.