Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 340 Another Prisoner of Heather's House (4k)

Even Moon himself had a very vague memory of the White Disaster.

He just remembered that it was a piece of anomalous history that he had cut out.

The purpose of cutting it down is to relieve the white disaster sweeping the world and to conduct a funeral.

However, Moon didn't remember anything more specific.

This is a very scary thing.

At least for Morn, every time he thought about it, he felt a chill down his spine.

Because he didn't know whether it was because he had cut out this strange history, or if some unknown existence had cut out his memory.

For example, the "company" that still puzzles Moon.

And now, his student Ansha actually found a clue?
In great astonishment, Moon took the letter handed to him by his messenger.

On the envelope, Baratheon's former emblem has been completely replaced with the image of a sword and shield.

Obviously, this is to fit his royal name - the King of Sword and Shield.

During his absence, Ansha had been taking action for him.

Thinking of this, Mo En couldn't help but sigh.

He has stepped onto the stage and is moving closer and closer to the center of it.

The heroines also continued to appear one after another.

However, he himself was not fully prepared.

If this goes on, he might not be able to accomplish anything.

So it has to change.
After suppressing the chaotic emotions in his heart, Moon opened the envelope.

At first glance, Moon saw Ansha's delicate yet sharp handwriting.

Just like her, just looking at her is extremely pleasing to the eye.

It started with Ansha's greeting to him, even though it wasn't expressed directly.

But Moon could feel her deep longing for him.

Sometimes Moon even hated himself for learning how to read.

Because if he couldn't read, at least he could escape temporarily when he was not prepared.

He did too many stupid things that were necessary, which led to him getting into too many emotional debts.

Amidst all the complications, Moon continued reading.

After reading it all, Moon put down the envelope and asked his messenger:
"Did Ansha tell me anything else?"

The faceless gentleman who had been bowing slightly lowered his body again and said:

"No, Master. Her Majesty the Goddess did not explain more, because she said that this is all she has found so far."

After saying this, the faceless gentleman suddenly said:
"But, Master, although as a servant I should not overstep my bounds, I still want to make a few suggestions. That is, as the king of Her Majesty the Goddess, you seem to have been away from her for too long."

"Your students miss you, Master."

The faceless gentleman's words made Moon smile bitterly:
“Yeah, I know that, but.”

The Faceless Gentleman did not continue speaking. As it had said before, it was just a servant and should not cross the line.

Moon's eyes were looking in the direction he came from.

That is where the three sisters are.

He should go back to see his students, but there are still people waiting for him, and they have been waiting longer.
The current situation seems so bad no matter how you look at it, but it makes people feel helpless.

Thinking of this, Moon couldn't help but burst into tears and laughter.

Originally, what is going on?

After shaking his head, Moon said to the faceless gentleman:

"Please go back and tell Ansha that I'm not sure if I can go back as soon as possible, but I will contact her no matter what."

The Faceless Gentleman bowed to show that he understood, but did not leave because he wanted to wait and see if Moon had any other instructions.

Come to think of it, it seems that Moon has hardly ever contacted Ansha in writing.

Ah, I seem to be becoming less and less human.
The new discovery made Moon extremely ashamed.

Although he has been busy with various major events since he left Ansha.

But no matter how you look at it, it's indeed a bit too much to not even send a letter.

At least he can still be seen in the People's Network.

In this regard, Moon could only force himself to focus on Ansha's letter.

Even if it was the will of a goddess, the clues that could not be found here appeared in the Human Union instead.

And it seems that he appears in the form of a time traveler.

So does that strange history still exist today? ? ?
Moen's eyes widened slightly.

This was far beyond his expectations.

And as this thought came to his mind, he found himself beginning to feel indescribably irritated.

It was as if he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been absent from something for too long.

This feeling itself made Moon feel extremely upset, and it was even more tormenting because he didn't remember what had happened.

With his brows getting more and more furrowed.

Moon forced himself to suppress the emotion that almost completely occupied his mind, and thought about what would happen if the deleted history still existed.

It was a disaster that swept the world.

Could it be that the world over there is huge?

No, that is not the case. The uniqueness is hardly lost, and the extraordinary essence is not lost to that exaggerated extent.

In addition, the description in the letter stated that the person who was suspected to be a time traveler had not encountered any extraordinary phenomena in nearly seven years.

It also proves that there won't be an extraordinary world over there.

So it's definitely not going to be a horrible scale for the world.

But according to my memory, that should be the history between the Age of Gods and the Second Age.

So, if it really survived to this day, there is still soil that allows time travelers to travel there.

Oh my God, have you been imprisoned there for three whole epochs?
Moen was stunned.

The past, which we thought had long since disappeared into oblivion with only a few relics remaining, may not only still exist, but may have even been isolated for countless generations.

The Faceless Gentleman stood quietly by the side, waiting for Moon's further instructions.

But as a spiritual creature with extremely high intelligence, it also realized the situation and asked:

"Master, do you have any new additions that I need to tell Her Majesty the Goddess?"

Only then did Moon come back to his senses and look at the faceless gentleman.

"No, nothing, I'm not sure more. No, wait, wait!"

The Faceless Gentleman bowed and said:

"I am waiting, Master."

Imprisoned for three whole epochs?

Imprisoned, imprisoned.
Imprisoned prisoners???

Suspected to be the first batch?
Suddenly realizing something, Moon couldn't help but ask the faceless gentleman:

"Did Ansha confirm the identity of that person, such as a specific name or something?"

The faceless gentleman shook his head and said:

"No, Master. The followers of Her Majesty the Goddess have been contacting the other party remotely, so the other party's specific name and identity are still unknown."

"But tonight is the time for the foreigners to go back, so I think according to their pace, they should have officially contacted each other by now."

As he was talking, the faceless gentleman asked:
"Master, have you realized anything? Is it related to that person?" Moon said thoughtfully:

"Although there is no concrete evidence, I think I may have known the man's last name."

This somewhat incoherent answer made the Faceless Gentleman tilt his head slightly.

In the past, Moon thought it might just be an interesting coincidence, but now, Moon finds that it might not be a coincidence.
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There was still endless ice and snow outside. He had been seeing this scenery for nearly seven years.

To be honest, even if he can still chat and communicate with people in the real world.

But he was almost driven crazy by this lonely world of ice and snow.

White, white, white!

A damn place with nothing but white!
"Oh my God, why are you torturing me like this!"

As he walked out of the igloo, he couldn't help but shout these words towards the sky above his head.

But the sky, which didn't even know where the light came from, naturally wouldn't answer any of his questions.

It will just remain dead silent as it has for countless years past.

This made the man sit on the ground, grabbing his hair and collapsed:
"My life is so successful, but why did I have to encounter something like this!"

In the midst of endless collapse, the man suddenly pulled out a bone dagger from his waist with a fierce look in his eyes.

Tied to the hand were the skins of wild animals he had hunted. He still didn't know what that thing was, but he knew it looked like a combination of a seal and a seagull.

And it is his main source of meat.

Although the knife was made of bone, the blood and minced meat left on the jagged edge showed how sharp it was.

One cut would definitely be able to cut open his fragile throat and free him from this hellish place.

And he actually cut the skin.

Blood began to flow down the dagger.

It seemed as if he was about to die and get the relief he had been seeking.

However, after the bone knife cut through the skin, it could not be pressed down no matter what.

Just like the other wounds nearby, that's all.

Finally, the man threw away his bone knife crying.

He couldn't do it. It was too real, too real.

The breathing, the pain, and even the fear that I might die are all exactly the same.

He couldn't even tell which side was real.

Despair almost overwhelmed him, and he felt that this might be the end of his life.

But as a gust of cold wind blew.

His blood was literally frozen and he instantly stopped breaking down and crying.

Then he flew directly into his own ice house.

If you don't have the courage to commit suicide, then you certainly don't have the courage to freeze to death.

Listening to the howling wind and snow outside.

After estimating the time, the man lit the animal oil lamp and then sighed and curled up in his bed.

He has figured out the pattern.

It was also because of this extremely accurate time pattern that he denied at the beginning that he was mentally ill.

But now, he would rather he was mentally ill.

At least that way there's still hope.

Sure enough, as the time came, he closed his eyes and returned to his home in Renlian.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the shabby ice house, but the roof of his mansion that he had carefully designed.

The postmodernist-style murals prove this point all the time.

The man was stunned for a moment, then he pinched his face.

It hurts, so this side is also so real.
After a nervous smile.

The man got out of bed and tried to get something to eat. Even a mental patient needs to eat, right?
However, as soon as he arrived in the living room, he noticed something was wrong.

Because the light wasn't on.

"Turn on the lights!"

"ai? I said turn on the light!"

After being stunned for a moment, the man subconsciously searched in the dark for something that could be used as a weapon.

But after searching for a long time, I only found a shoe with a harder sole.

The man swallowed his saliva and planned to touch the door to see what happened to the main control AI.

But only halfway through the journey, the darkness turned into light.

The man, whose eyes were blinded by the sudden brightness, took a while to adjust.

It was also at this time that a voice came directly into his ears:

"Mr. Conan Heather, don't panic, we have no ill intentions."

The man who heard this instantly closed his eyes to avoid seeing the other person's face.

"Who are you? If you're here for money, transferring money via credit points is too dangerous. Neither you nor I would feel safe. So, here are three famous paintings worth at least 20 million. That's safer than transferring money."

The People's Union is a unified government, so there are no overseas transfers.

As long as credit points are still used, tracing the flow of funds from his side is a piece of cake.

But the man's calm response made the visitors laugh:

"We are not doing this for money, Mr. Conan Heather. Although we also know how wealthy the Heather family is!"

The man's heart sank to the bottom, but he still said without panic:
"In that case, you should know what risks you are taking. Although I am not an extremely important head of the family like Ms. Lily, the Heather family has to maintain its reputation!"

"Now you can take the paintings and leave. I won't continue to look for you for revenge because those paintings are not as valuable as my life. I will just move to a safer place."

But the more the men explained, the louder they laughed.

But fortunately they didn't keep it a secret.

They quickly said:

"Mr. Conan Heather, we are not here for money, nor do we want to hurt you. We are here to solve your problem. You have been trapped there for almost seven years!"

This sentence made the man open his eyes hesitantly.

Then he saw seven or eight people sitting or standing in the living room.

"who are you?"

In response, the three leaders took a look and the man who had been sitting on the sofa directly opposite Conan Heather stood up.

Said with great pride:
"We come here on behalf of the Goddess and the throne!"

After a moment, the obviously stunned man said tentatively:

"what does that mean?"

Oh my God, are these people crazy?
The man's answer was not unexpected to them, because that was why they came.

The man who stood up did not answer him verbally. He just stretched out his hand, and then a chair appeared out of thin air behind him in front of Conan Heather's incredulous eyes.

To be honest, compared with other time travelers, Conan Heather from the Heather family may be the most unlucky guy.

After all, he was the only one who was forced to doubt his entire life and still knew nothing about it.

Compared to him and a few others, Ms. Lily might really be the luckiest Heather.

After all, the elf didn't torture her and even provided her with food.

(End of this chapter)