I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 4 Destiny
"What's wrong with you? Char."

A voice from one side pulled Shaar out of his memories. It was the flame burning on the hearth, and a pair of eyes and a mouth emerged, looking at him suspiciously.

That is exactly what the old man called the Fire Demon—Calcifer.

"It's nothing, I was thinking about something." Xia Ya said.

"What fate did you give him?" Calcifer asked curiously.

"One... an assassin from the Renaissance period." Shaar murmured softly.

He is not because of the fate that poor Hei Lang gave him, after all, his heart is no longer in him.

His control over fate will gradually become stronger in the weaving of fate, which is beneficial to him, so he doesn't mind a "little effort".

The template Chara used for the fate he put on Black Lang came from Ezio in the Assassin's Creed series.

His family was also killed by a certain powerful force, and finally completed their revenge.

Shaar felt that his story had a certain similarity with Heilang's story, so he merged it.

The old man named Fate really simplified the use of the power of Fate for Shaar.

If you weave destiny directly from scratch, it will consume a lot of energy and time, and you need to consider the existence of many variables.

Like weaving the fate he just gave Hei Lang, with his current ability, it would take at least one to two years.

The old man directly made a simple lazy system for Shaar, as long as he input various requirements, these things will be perfected for him.

This allows him to directly apply the fate of various story characters in his memory, which will be more convenient.

The reason why the character of this template can succeed in revenge is because of the assassin training he has undergone and the special blood flowing through him.

And the assassin training he received came from his uncle.

Shaar has two choices, that is to use the power of fate to make him have an uncle who is an assassin, and let him teach him these skills.

But this is undoubtedly a laxative in Biden's coffee, which is superfluous.

Therefore, Xiaya allowed himself to carry this fate, and he was responsible for teaching him these assassin knowledge.

But Xiaya obviously doesn't know these assassin skills, and this requires the manifestation of the power of fate.

However, letting yourself have these memories and teaching them to Hei Lang will waste some unnecessary time.

Therefore, Shaar directly applied this power of fate to Hei Lang, that is, those extra memories of Hei Lang.

Shaar still doesn't know those assassin skills, his existence is to give this "memory" a reasonable "explanation".

Xiaya doesn't have much power of destiny to mobilize now. In order to save consumption, he used his own magic to make the assassin and the Hidden Blade, which is what he just gave Hei Lang.

Hal often helps the royal family make some magic props, so after he inherited Hal's fate, it is not difficult to make these things.

Just put a breath hiding spell on the original clothes.

He also knew the blueprint of the Hidden Blade through the power of destiny, so it can be made by consuming some iron and using alchemy.

In addition, he did not fully realize the blood of the assassin.

Because the worldview in Template is not purely medieval.

In its background, there is an ultra-ancient civilization.

In this worldview, the Greek myths and Nordic myths of mankind tell the story of this civilization.

In the plot, human beings are created by people of this civilization, as well as the golden apples that can control people's hearts, etc. are all created by them.

The so-called assassin bloodline is actually the bloodline of this civilization, and Hawkeye comes from this bloodline.

If all these things are manifested, the consumption will be second, and there will be some unnecessary variables.

In addition, there are no Templars in this world, no brotherhood, where this fate will lead to his fate, even the current Shaar cannot be 100% sure.

It's just a template after all.

"Is it great?" Calcifer asked.

"It depends on your definition of greatness. For ordinary people, he is great." Shaar said.

"His enemies don't seem to be ordinary people, they all have guns." Calcifer said.

"Guns in this era don't have to worry too much."

While speaking, Xia walked towards the table behind him.

"It still lacks a brutal enough war."

Most of the firearms in this era are flintlock guns, not to mention the low hit rate, they cannot be fired continuously, and they are easy to misfire, and the damage is also low.

There was a plate on the dining table, and on the plate was half-cut toast bread. This was the food he had when he got the castle. There were some bacon and eggs, which Shaar had eaten before.

Just as he was about to pick up a knife and fork on one side and cut off a piece for tonight's dinner, he discovered that a very large cockroach was crawling on it at the moment, with two tentacles swaying, as if greeting Shaar.

Shaar's complexion froze slightly.

There are some dishes on the other side of the table. Almost all the dishes are heavily oily, including the knives and forks. It seems that they have not been cleaned for a long time.

He raised his head and looked around. The room was not big. Although it was a bit dark, some cobwebs and old dust could still be seen.

Shaar looked at a dark corner on one side. In his hometown, there is a saying: When you see a cockroach, there may be too many cockroaches in the dark to squeeze it in.

He had no doubts that there should be quite a large number of shady creatures like cockroaches, mice, and spiders hidden inside.

"It doesn't have to be so clear." Xia Ya complained.

The original owner of the fate he inherited was such a person who was exquisite on the outside but unkempt on the inside, and this was just the tip of the iceberg of this castle.

Although Xiaya wasn't considered a clean freak, he wasn't considered sloppy either. To him, the sanitary condition of this castle was beyond what a normal person could tolerate.

Shaar sighed, raised his hand, the bread and the cockroach flew towards the flame, Calcifer opened his bloody mouth made of flames, swallowed it in one gulp and chewed it, making a chirping sound.

Then, Shaar put the knife on the table, he had lost his appetite.

"The castle really needs a cleaning lady."

"But asking for money from the cleaning lady, do you have money?" Calcifer said.

Shaar nodded, "It is indeed a problem. Food costs money, and the castle has no food."

"You should ask that fellow for a fee," Calcifer said.

"I will collect his reward later," Xia Ya said.

"Otherwise, you can just change some money and spend it."

"Those are just blindfolds. When the magic power on them disappears, they will become waste paper." Shaar said.

"What does that matter?" Calcifer said.

Char looked at Calcifer and said calmly.

"If you want to use magic, you have to abide by the rules of magic, just like the contract between you and me.

The same is true in the human world. If you want to live in human society, you must abide by certain customary rules. "

"You're kind," Calcifer said.

Shaar raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Although it is true, it has nothing to do with good and evil. The abuse of magic will lead to the loss of control of magic, and so is human nature."

Calcifer was on fire, and said cracklingly, "You seem to know a lot, and you don't look like someone your age at all."

"Have you met many people?" Xia asked with a smile.

"At least, as far as I can remember."

Xia smiled and did not continue to explain.

When your score in the college entrance examination is high enough to reach some triple-digit schools, but low enough that none of the popular subjects in those schools can touch it, you will be exposed to some unpopular subjects.

For example, the sociology of Chara.

Sociology has a total of seven patriarchs, four of whom are second-generation rich, and two have no worries about food and clothing. If you see this, you probably know what kind of subject it is.

Although I learn Marxism-Leninism every day, it has little to do with the system, and I have no employment prospects. The only advantage is that I learn a lot, have a wide range of knowledge, and be able to speak well.

Xiaya saw the street outside the window through the window. The imperial capital had just experienced a severe cold. After a light rain, the breeze flowing through the city brought a little chill. People on the street wrapped their clothes tightly and accelerated The footsteps want to run back to the warm home.

The flames of the stove in front of him warded off the chill that tried to creep into the window.

He thought for a while, picked up the coat on one side and walked towards the stairs.

"I go out for a while."

"What are you going to do?" Calcifer asked.

"Go out for dinner." Xia Ya said.

"But don't you have no money?"

"I have magic, don't I?" Shaar teased.

"I think those kind and rich aristocrats in the imperial capital would not have the heart to reject me, a handsome and poor foreigner."

Calcifer was silent for a while and said, "I don't understand you humans, but is this your "follow the rules"?"

"The rules are also made on the premise of having enough food." Shaar said solemnly.

"Besides, these aristocrats are a group of guys who like to break the rules. There is always a price for breaking the rules, isn't it?"

"Such as offering you a dinner?" Calcifer complained.

"Remember not to let others in." Xia Ya laughed.

"Don't worry, without my permission, even the Witch of the Wild cannot enter." Calcifer said confidently.

"Only that person is looking for me." Shaar murmured softly.

With a bang, the door was closed tightly. He raised his head and looked at this foreign street. There had just been a light rain, and the city alleyways were hazy with fog, but even so, there was a faint smell of kerosene floating in the air. taste.

There was a little trance in Shaar's eyes, and at this moment, he finally had some real sense that he had already traveled through.

Although he did intend to go out to look for food, those words just now were of course teasing Calcifer. His main purpose of going out was to follow Hei Lang.

This is his first time weaving fate, he needs to confirm the operation method of the power of fate through observation.

Since it was already night, there were very few people on the street, and occasionally one or two carriages could be seen moving forward. The light brought by kerosene lamps was very dim, and the visibility was even lower under the shroud of fog after the rain.

The chill in the silent city makes your skin crawl and reminds you of some old London legends like "Jack the Ripper".

But then, Shaar felt amused and shook his head.

Although I just came to this world and don't know the specific situation, but this is the imperial capital, no matter how bad the law and order is, it is impossible to encounter any criminals casually.
Shaar's smile faltered.

At the end of the street, two men in sloppy clothes were slowly walking towards him, and they came to Shaar. They were playing with a knife in their hands, and a strong smell of alcohol came to their nostrils.

With fierce eyes, they suppressed their voices and said fiercely to him.

"Shut up, and go to the alley with us."

Shaar shrugged very cooperatively.

At this moment, a sharp scolding sound came from nowhere.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Aren't you afraid of the Secret Inspection Office!?"

When the two heard this, they turned their heads to look at the source of the voice with some displeasure.

Because of the light rain just now and the sudden drop in temperature, there were no people on the street, but at the end of the street, a rather delicate and luxurious carriage was parked on the street.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid is standing next to the carriage and looking towards this side. There is also a sturdy groom beside the carriage.

The expressions of the two of them changed, and the original drunkenness was swept away in that instant.

In the imperial capital, those who have such a configuration are either nobles or high-ranking officials, and no matter which one, they are not something they can afford.

Almost without hesitation, the two drunk men ran away in a panic, staggering.

Xiaya thought for a moment, then walked slowly towards the carriage.

"Thank you very much for your candor, ma'am."

"You don't need to thank me, thank my lady, she asked me to help you." The maid said.

Hearing this, Shaar looked at the carriage, and soon, a sound came from inside the carriage, like fragile glass, transparent but fragile.

"Be careful when going out in the future. In recent years, there have been more and more idlers like this in the imperial capital."

"Do you know why this is?" Char asked.

The people in the carriage were silent for a while, and then said, "Are you an outsider? Come to the imperial capital to find opportunities?"

"Yes." Shaar replied.

"These wandering people on the streets are almost all looking for opportunities in the imperial capital from other places. I advise you to leave here. If you have a field, guard your own field."

After finishing speaking, the maid took out a pocket watch from her body, looked at the time on it, and then she whispered next to the carriage.

"Your Highness, the banquet is about to begin."

"Let's go." The person in the carriage said.

The groom patted the horse with the whip in his hand, and the steed neighed and stepped forward. As the carriage moved, the curtains on the carriage shook.

Xia quietly looked at the direction the carriage was leaving, but suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, and took a step back abruptly to hide under the shadow of the eaves.

On the opposite side of the street, two people dressed as grooms seemed to be looking for something. Their eyes were blindfolded, which was very weird.

Soon, they locked on to the departing carriage and followed her slowly.

Those two were not human beings, it was magic, or rather, the magic of the Witch of the Wild.

"What are you looking at? Char." Calcifer's voice sounded deep in Char's heart.

"I'm watching fate." He whispered.

(End of this chapter)