book of old days

Chapter 148 After Going Home
The train is rumbling on the railway, and the two sides of the road are a busy scene in early spring. Farmers are busy driving their plow horses in the fields. Occasionally, you can see barefooted children in shabby clothes, chasing the train and shouting. Call.

Most of the passengers were travelers and businessmen going south from Nord to Sword Castle and Bran, as well as business officials and company employees.

Most of the ladies sat in the exclusive carriages, covered their faces with small fans, and discussed in low voices the gossip news that happened in various places in Brighton recently. When they got excited, they burst into laughter from time to time.

The gentlemen, on the other hand, should be more serious, expressing their opinions on the recent conflict with the Kingdom of Sirte and the commercial dispute with the Kingdom of Faris with a rigorous attitude and the tone of a political commentator.

Train travel in this era is always noisy, and people talk about various topics, even strangers who have never met each other can sit together and exchange opinions with each other.

However, in this complicated environment, a very strange passenger was sitting in a corner of the VIP car. He had been resting with his eyes closed since he got on the car, with his hands on his chest and his hat on his chest. His face seemed to be dozing off, and it seemed that he just didn't want to talk to the people around him. In addition, he didn't make any salutes, and his motionless posture made the conductor passing by occasionally suspect that it was a corpse.

A little girl wearing a lace hat looked at the strange man curiously. She jumped down from her seat and poked the man's thigh with her fingers until she was reprimanded in a low voice by the lady beside her. Just pouted and left.

After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly opened his eyes. He took the hat off his face, stretched himself, and there was a faint golden light in his eyes.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work, Sean sighed, rubbed his face, returned to reality from meditation, and looked out of the car window with misty eyes.

But in my mind, I was reminiscing about the feeling just now.

Of course he wasn't sleeping, but he was sensing the legendary power of faith. It stands to reason that with divinity, those powers of faith targeting him should be easy to sense, although Sean didn't have this He has no experience in this area, but he has never eaten pork and seen pigs go. Sean feels that it has been such a long time, so he must have some reaction.

However, after several hours of meditation in a half-asleep and half-awake state, Sean still couldn't notice any difference between his current self and his past.

It seems that it is not so easy to enhance and develop divine power through the power of faith.

He thought helplessly.

The number of the dwarves on Wednesday was too small, and the Power of Faith they provided basically did not need to be considered.

Although the Eternal Feast restaurant is very popular and full of customers, it is just a restaurant after all. Sean does not dare to really publicize the sun god and other gods and ghosts, so he can only play around the corner. Hang a mural, post a few slogans, and the sun face pattern on the price of the membership card. People may have some interest in the portrait in the painting in the lobby, and may be touched by the cute smiling face icon, but definitely It doesn't really produce pious beliefs and the like. Even if there are similar emotions, it is probably the wonder and emotion of the food.

Whether such emotions can produce the so-called power of faith, Xiao En is really not sure.

As for writing a book to spread his personal avatar and condense the power of faith among readers, it will take a long time. It will take at least a few months to finish the book, and it will cause a sensation after it is released. Almost a year away.

It may even take two or three years. Sean's book Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea probably took such a long time to gradually become popular.

With such a calculation, the plan to increase divine power through the power of faith is really far away.

Alas, it seems that the gods not only can't save Nord, they can't even help themselves.

Sean has already made up his mind at this meeting. Sure enough, belief in gods is not reliable at all. He doesn't have the patience to wait a year or two to reveal the results. One generation after another, one has to follow the magic route. benevolent.

This time back to Sword Castle, you can definitely explore the infinite possibilities of magic.

Just as Sean was thinking like this, the scenery outside the car window became gradually familiar.

He straightened up, looking at the increasingly clear outline of the city on the distant horizon, as well as the black smoke and dark clouds in the sky, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, it's almost here!As Xiao En thought about it, he felt a little timid because of his closeness to his hometown.

The train finally entered the platform, and as the giant steel beast slowly docked beside the platform, the whistle sounded, white steam surged, and the passengers on the train also got off the train.

Sean followed the crowd out of the car, passed through the bustling crowd, walked out of the train station, and directly hailed a taxi.

"Go to Lane River Street!" he said, throwing a silver tucker in the past.

Half an hour later, Sean stood in front of his apartment with a somewhat complicated expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether he felt more excited about returning to his familiar home, or returned to the scene of his first murder. There is more tension in the scene.

After standing in front of the door for two or three minutes, he finally walked to the door, opened the door with the key, pushed the door and walked in.

Walking through the hall and into the living room, the layout of the room is almost exactly the same as when I left. The only difference is that there is a thin layer of dust on the floor, desk, and sofa.

When he walked into the study, even the shards of glass on the ground did not change in the slightest.

He even saw a small piece of blood left on the ground when he killed Alhaz. Although it had turned into a black mark, Sean still clearly remembered that it was when he cleaned the floor. A piece that couldn't be wiped clean.

He sat down on the chair behind the desk with some emotion, and casually picked up a book on the desk, which was "The Story of Fools". He remembered the not-so-funny joke he made with this book, Sean Suddenly laughed.

He put down the book and let out a long breath.

Finally came back.

After a few minutes, Sean finally recovered from the complicated emotions, let him pass the past, and then a new beginning.

The first thing he had to do was to clean the room, as if he wanted to wipe out everything that had passed away. Sean did it very seriously. He wiped off the dust on the floor with a mop, and carefully cleaned the desk and the room with a rag. The back of the sofa.

He had to use a squeegee for the stubborn dark brown smudge.

After working for an hour, the whole apartment has a new look.

Then Sean took a hot shower. The apartment has provided hot water for showers since five years ago, and it can be used even during the day. This is the most satisfying thing for Sean in this apartment. Being able to freely A bath can be said to be a great progress of civilization.

After taking a shower, he changed into an old shirt he found in the closet. Sean sat on the sofa and made himself a pot of coffee. At this moment, he can finally proudly declare, I am Sean Forrest I'm back again.

He looked at the familiar scenery around him and drank the mellow coffee. At this moment, he finally felt like he was home.

But Sean didn't think about it for too long, and he still has a lot to do next.

He took out his notebook, filled the pen with ink, and prepared to make a plan for his next task.

So, where should we start?
(End of this chapter)