Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Standing in front of a dark and somewhat old villa, Ropey gently brushed off the dust accumulated on the house number, and the words "Pisri" came into view.

- Wingate Pisley.

The most important ally who will provide Rope with key information in the future is also a fruitful SCP Foundation executive in the future.

But now in 1913, he, who has not returned from the holy city of Nect, is just a great race of Ith with a human body.

The black-haired youth was not here to speed up Wingate's "coming home".

He was looking for this Iss.

In the future, the knowledge that Wingate brings to him is obtained from Iss.This also proves that these great races must know more about the "Lord of Death" Azakaron and the Priest of Death, and getting these will undoubtedly dispel the fog of this "hunting".

Rope reached out and knocked on the door of Pisley's house.

Because of the abnormality that Wingate showed after being occupied by Yisi at this time, his wife and son had long since left the house due to fear, and there was only "Wingate Pisley" in this room.

It saves a lot of things.

"Hold on."

The voice came from the room, and Rope was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After a while, a thin figure opened the door.

Hair like a chicken coop, middle-aged, or in other words, after being occupied, Pisri's face is haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes are printed under his eyes. The whole person is like an overdose of medicine. vitality.

From the crack of the door, it seems that this villa will be buried by books, and even the corridors are piled with various books.

"Excuse me, who are you? I... I'm Wingate Pisley."

The middle-aged man spoke stiffly, and did he run out some old English words that have long been forgotten and history.

Rope didn't answer, just smiled playfully.

Slowly, the eyes of the middle-aged man focused, and in the air, the tentacles of spiritual power seemed to be gathering some information.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"You...you are!?"

"Lord Rope, the great mystic, greets you, the great seed that conquered time."

The black-haired youth bowed his head slightly, and made a strange gesture reserved and proud.

Compared to Rope's randomness, that Iss should be more cautious.

He manipulated the unaccustomed human body, folded his hands flat, and bent down deeply.

"Is sends you my deepest respect... The star who shakes the starry sky, the gatekeeper who steps into the indescribable stairs, the great Dami Gold..."

"Damigod" is a specific name for a demigod.

If Rope is still a great mystic, Yis is absolutely impossible to be so respectful, the two can be equal.

But if it's a demigod, then it's different.

Those who did not enjoy the favors of their fathers and surpassed the mortals with their own strength, even the Yis did not dare to make mistakes.

——The crushing of the person.

"The great Dami Gold...I...have not observed your existence in the "future" of linear time...is it the necrosis of time or a chain of collapse?I... don't understand why you are here. "

Issei said hesitantly, looking at the sky in a panic.

A necrosis and collapse would be a deadly disaster even for the Seed of Conquering Time.

In the past, countless Iss had necrotic and collapsed in the process of traveling through time, and then they were trapped in the body of that time and space, and their immortal spirits had fallen and gradually decayed into dust.

"No abnormality... Could it be that you also crossed time with the ability unique to my species?"

"By human standards, Iss, what you have to do now is to invite me in first, instead of blocking the guests at the door." Rope reminded with a smile.

Iss in the body of Pesri hurried out of the way.

"Excuse me for being rude... the great Dami Gold. Human knowledge, I am still learning... very new and vast. It will take a little time to fully digest... what I am learning is related to the "human heart" "Related topics... let you laugh..."

"You don't need to say these, I have no interest in knowing."

Walking into Pisley's house, the smell of musty books came up.

Ropey just snapped his fingers, and the magic began to transform reality, imitating the room into a forest full of greenery, and sat down in front of the stone table in the center.

Iss exclaimed.

"Reform reality...God...Even Dami Gold's power is still so charming..." He shook his head regretfully.

"Unfortunately, we can't exchange spirits with existences like you... A shallow person like us is too close to the source... and will be swallowed up..."

Iss like to communicate very much, very much.

Therefore, most of the views of the outside creatures on the Yis are... talkative.

Rope was not interested in spending time with Iss on this topic, he asked straight to the point.

"I need the status quo of the "Lord of Death" Azakaron and the conspiracy that its priests have arranged in this world. According to the rules of the great race of Yith, what do I need to pay to exchange the details of this information? "

Yi Si was stunned, and then began to persuade him earnestly.