Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 561 Chill and Awakening

Is that correct?

Can't beat you?

Mr. "World," whose mind was momentarily blank, suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly bypassed—no, climbed directly onto the long bronze table in front of him, and scrambled over to "Angel." He grabbed "Angel's" arm, his voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Tell me, have you already become a god, and are you still playing me?"

"Look me in the eyes, I'm not lying to you, fellow villager!"

Klein, the "world," struggled to describe his feelings at that moment, but his expression, the corners of his mouth, revealed a somewhat arrogant smile.

Dude, what does it matter to you whether I become a god or not?

And have I become a god? Not yet, right?

Xia Er first pulled Klein off the table and arranged for him to sit in the seat next to "The Magician". "For now, at least not yet. I'm not lying to you. I'm still in the stage of consolidating my foundation."

"Do you understand what it means to solidify the foundation? I am still in the process of enlightenment. Only after I break through my inner knots and realize something will I be able to grasp the origin of a single thought."

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Xia'er also became a little more serious. He was indeed still in the stage of enlightenment. After all, he was not Klein and did not want to travel back in time. Since he had decided to settle down here, he needed to think carefully about what kind of future he wanted.

"A skilled warrior achieves victory without ostentatious feats."

"Those with truly great fortune are like figures from mythology; they appear and disappear like dragons, their origins elusive. Historically, there are hardly any records of them, just a few brief mentions..."

"Such a person's power can only be felt when they make a move, or when they choose to display it. And such a person usually doesn't have much desire for conflict. Facing the chosen ones and darlings of fate in this world, they talk and laugh with ease, and can destroy them with a flick of their wrist..."

"Angel" Shael was still sharing his experiences, unaware that Klein, who had been excited, was now watching Shael's boasting with deadpan eyes.

If Xia Er were to be more normal, or even a little more restrained, he would have some of the demeanor of a master.

But his current bizarre and hermit-like appearance made Klein somewhat disillusioned with Sequence 0. He really didn't want to believe that the clown in front of him was actually the "Hermit," the true god of knowledge, symbolizing the mystical knowledge itself. Could this be a normal role he had played?

Are you listening?

Coming back to his senses from his own reflections on life, the "angel" turned to Klein beside him and asked a question.

"Of course, what you said, 'not competing is competing,' makes a lot of sense."

"The highest good is like water. I understand. Lao Tzu's original meaning was that as long as it does not violate morality, one should fight for what is right and there is nothing that cannot be fought for."

Isn't it just debating scriptures?

Klein rolled his eyes inwardly, but played the part of creating a lively atmosphere.

Oh?

"Should we fight for it if we should?"

"Did you finally say what was on your mind?"

"It seems I can't keep you here."

Xia Er understood, and then delivered a chop to Klein's shoulder.

Klein retaliated by hitting Shael with his hammer.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you an unspoken rule in upper-class circles: the harm done to family members, wives, and children should not be extended."

"From now on, you don't need to feel any pressure in your life. I can take care of your sister."

"I'll say it again with a smile," said Xia'er.

This... there is indeed such a rule. Although this unspoken rule was set by the hermit, and he did not commit the act of annihilating the entire clan, then who could really carry out such a thing as exterminating everyone?

What if, if pushed too far, the survivors join the hermit's camp?

The hermits' camp is truly capable of setting aside past grievances.

"No, I think Benson can take good care of Melissa."

"Besides, I might not be in any danger either. If things really come to a head, I'll betray you to save my life."

Klein sniffed, his gesture meant as a joke, but it also carried a hint of sincerity and a test.

This was a way of giving him a heads-up; he wanted to avoid getting involved in the "angels'" schemes and various major events as much as possible.

If he were ever caught, the only thing he could do was betray the "angel" to save his life. After all, he couldn't hide any information from this high-ranking person. He could at least be selective and focused in his betrayal, which would be more dignified.

How come I never noticed how sneaky you were before?

You still have an idol image to maintain, right?

Xia'er was once again taken aback by Klein's words.

"Do as you please. If you encounter danger, you can mention the Hermit's name. You'll either be annihilated without a trace or you'll be left with half a life. For those below Sequence 2, don't mention my name. It's much faster to just call the Hidden Sage."

As Xia Er spoke, she couldn't help but rub Klein's face hard. Hmm... she held his face between her hands and rubbed it a couple of times, and it turned into the somewhat handsome Zhou Mingrui. Although the model was relatively ordinary, it was authentic and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She then kissed him on the cheek.

It's like seeing a bit of my former self in it.

"I still prefer the 'elf's' face."

Xia Erdun was immediately satisfied.

However, Klein felt extremely disgusted. Although it was just a spirit, the genuine joy in the eyes of the "angel" made him feel uneasy. A chill rose from the soles of his feet to his tailbone. When the "angel" finally relaxed its power, he quickly broke free and retreated to the position of the "world," creating a great distance between them.

in!

Klein and the others returned to their positions, and for a moment, they almost felt a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.

Before "Angel" could ask in confusion, "World" Klein had already stood up, indicated the current time, and then coughed lightly twice. "It's almost time for the Tarot meeting to begin. There are two new members this time, so let's prepare a little."

As Klein spoke, he remained seated in the "World" seat, at the very back of the seating area, showing no intention of moving to the "Fool" seat, which was closer to the "Angel." He snapped his fingers, and a blurry figure, hidden behind a gray mist, appeared.

That's what you call a "fool".

Anyway, after Klein was promoted to a trickster, where he sat didn't affect his meetings at all. Rather than continuing to play the "fool" and make a fool of himself in front of the "angels," he might as well stay away from the "angels."

Oh shit!

Even though "The Fool" had already started using the Crimson Star to pull people in, he still couldn't help but curse inwardly.

He had actually thought that this person was from the same hometown, and even if he had all sorts of weird tastes, at least at the core they were from the same hometown.

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In this extraordinary world, how could someone who has lived for at least a thousand years still be a pre-modern Earthling!

This guy's situation is completely different from Roselle's!