Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Heber picked up the cup next to him, gestured to his lips, and put it back.

It's simple, the cup is too big and I can't put the whole thing into my mouth.

What's more, she quite likes this cup.

Heber got up and went to the kitchen, got a pair of metal chopsticks, and took a tentative bite.

The metal chopsticks were unharmed.

However, when Heber had the urge to "eat" the chopsticks, she easily chewed and bit them into pieces and swallowed them.

A vague feeling of fulfillment made Heber realize that he could indeed replenish his nutrition in this way.

But then again, the nutrients you can get from eating metal can be supplemented with normal meals... not to mention that metal doesn't taste good.

If given a choice, Heber would choose delicious food without hesitation to satisfy his appetite.

She sat back in front of the computer.

"The Lostbelt [Dream of Golden Truth: Lost Sand Sea Kingdom] has been completed and is now part of the First History."

"The Secret History Simulator is undergoing a version update. During the update, you will not be able to log in to the simulator. The estimated waiting time is 23 hours and 59 minutes."

Heber stared at the line of text.

She also remembered that the Wars of the Roses were relegated to the Fourth History.

In other words, are the first, second, third, and fourth histories connected in a way that connects the past and the future? Or are they parallel to each other?

Due to the lack of more evidence, Heber's conjecture could not be confirmed.

She sighed, changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out.

ps: There is one more chapter, don’t wait for me tonight

Volume 47: It Must Have Been Done by the Special Patrol! (Please Collect and Read)

The cold wind blew across the girl's cheeks.

For a moment, Heber was even a little confused.

——When did Alfie Antique Market become home to so many local police officers?

They were seen working in groups of three or five, holding paper, pens and recorders, and methodically starting their investigation from the other end of the long street.

Knock on the door, show ID, ask questions, record, and keep files... The whole process goes smoothly and the investigation of a shop is completed in a few minutes.

"When did the Albion police become so efficient?" muttered the tourists watching the excitement nearby.

Heber became suspicious after hearing this. She moved closer in the crowd and heard the patrolmen asking questions.

"Have you dreamed of an antique shop recently?" The patrolmen briefly described the details while carefully observing the expressions of the respondents.

"There are antique shops like this everywhere in Alfie Market," the bald shopkeeper wearing tortoise-shell glasses replied seriously. "Gentlemen, even my second-hand shop is arranged more or less like this. Honestly, I've had this dream countless times in my busy life."

The bald shop owner shrugged his shoulders and said, "Gentlemen, are you planning to take me away for such a ridiculous reason?"

The patrolmen from the Special Patrol Office remained noncommittal. They continued to ask questions, some of which were obscure, while others were direct.

The bald shop owner's tone gradually became stiff.

Just when he was frustrated and thought he was going to be taken away, the patrolmen patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the next house.

The bald shop owner smiled as if he had survived a disaster, but Heber in the crowd could no longer laugh.

What is this going to do?

Seeing that it would take some time for the Special Patrol Office to arrive here, Heber no longer had the heart to wander around.

She turned back and saw a familiar person.

The man was wearing a pink and white turtleneck sweater and a pair of black-framed glasses, and he exuded a quiet and intellectual aura.

She is Heber's neighbor, Princess, the owner of a roadside small appliance repair shop.

As soon as Heber walked over, he was taken to the corner by Precious.

"What, what happened?" Heber was stunned. He didn't expect that Precious was even more nervous than himself.

The intellectual beauty in front of him stroked the frame of her glasses and stared at Heber meaningfully: "Miss Stanton, you are also an 'apprentice', right?"

Heber suddenly realized: "So it's you who has committed a crime!"

It is well known that to the Albion authorities, any unofficial sublimator is a potential criminal.

When the Special Patrol comes to arrest someone, they won't give you any room to argue. If you have any reason, let's go into jail and talk it over in detail.

In this case, obedient apprentices will be regarded as "criminals who can be reformed"; disobedient apprentices will be regarded as "particularly stubborn criminals."

Precious's face froze: "But you are also an apprentice."

Heber wanted to argue, but after thinking carefully, he realized that he was even more evil than the average apprentice. Not to mention the fact that he could swallow gold and chew iron, his illusion skills alone made him more dangerous than ten or even nine apprentices at the Qiming level.

"Madam, what's the plan?" Heber knew that when Precious called him over, he must have made arrangements for a way out.

Precious was also very happy to see Heber's reaction.

"The Special Patrol's actions this time are quite dramatic. I wonder which apprentice caused this." Precious's expression turned grim. "So I'm planning to leave London and head to Cornwall to avoid the spotlight."

When Heber heard Cornwall, he didn't reply for a moment.

Precious hadn't noticed the expression on Heber's face, and thought he was moved, so he struck while the iron was hot: "It seems the Special Patrol Office won't give us any wiggle room. Do you know that watch shop across the street that also does mail delivery? The owner is a young man with blue hair, about your age."

"She's also an apprentice. The Special Patrol came over a few days ago and sealed off her watch shop." Precious said confidently, "She must have been arrested by the Special Patrol!"

Heber pursed his lips and said, "Hmm... Is there a possibility that Mostima is originally from the Special Patrol Office?"

She finally understood why Mostima opened a watch shop on the corner. It turned out that it was specifically to monitor Prissise.

The proprietress's expression froze. She put her hand on her forehead and said, "So that's how it is."

She turned around and walked towards the store, and Heber followed her: "What did you do to make the Special Patrol Office send someone to monitor you?"

"Do you know about Life Alchemy?" Precious said succinctly, "I've been doing research in this area, and this is my temporary workshop."

Heber exclaimed that a master was actually by my side.

Creating life is not difficult for an ascender, but making it grow normally is difficult.

The fact that Princess was able to tackle this topic shows that her level is similar to that of Sister Wang.

She is truly worthy of being a priestess and the leader of the Terra Continent Originium Project. Even in a different world, she is still as brave and diligent as ever, which is admirable.

Precious pushed the door open and entered the workshop, while Heber stood outside.

In the past, everyone concealed their identities, so it was okay to go in as a guest. But now that Priss has revealed his identity as an ascender, if he rashly enters someone else's workshop, it can be regarded as a declaration of war.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before Precious came out with a black briefcase.

"This is?"

"This is the project of my...colleague." Precious paused suspiciously. "This is the product of her research. Simply put, it can fit whatever you choose into it, while still maintaining the weight of a briefcase."

Precious handed the briefcase to Heber and said, "I'll lend this to you first. Remember to return it to me when you get to Cornwall."

Heber took the briefcase and asked, "Shall we leave now?"

A lynx with green ears poked its head out from behind the door. When Precious saw it, she immediately chased her back.

"No, it's too suspicious to leave now," the landlady said. "We'll leave tonight after the patrolmen from the Special Patrol Office finish their questioning. Before that, do you want to give a statement?"

"It's better not to." Heber frowned. "I feel like the Special Patrol seems to have already figured out the answer. It would be bad if we colluded with each other."

"Then it's a deal." Precious looked at his watch. "We'll meet at Vivian's Restaurant at 7pm."

Heber nodded and returned to his antique shop carrying his briefcase.

She looked around, still feeling a bit amused and helpless.

Although Heber had thought about moving to a remote place after confirming that the Secret History Simulator was his golden finger, he did not expect that the time to move would come so soon.

Heber looked at the computer, the screen was pitch black, indicating that it was a system update.

She is not worried that the move will affect the use of the Secret History Simulator.

Because she had tested it before, the carrier of the secret history simulator was herself, and using the computer screen to display it was just Heber's habit.

As for Cornwall…Heber narrowed his eyes slightly.

Isn’t Silent Books located in the countryside of Cornwall?

Just as she was thinking about her future arrangements, there was a knock on the door.

Heber walked over and opened the door. A patrolman from the Special Patrol Office was standing outside with a serious expression.

"Hello, we are from the Albion Patrol Office." The leading patrol officer showed his ID. "I have a few questions for you. Please answer truthfully."

ps: Every time the settlement is doubled (annoying)

Volume 48: Haha, it turns out you're targeting me

"Name?"

"Heber Stanton."

"Profession?"

“Self-employed.”

"Business is slow," the patrolman smiled. "Your thrift store doesn't seem to have many customers."

Heber spread his hands to show that he had done his best.

"You're right. I'm moving out in the next couple of days." The young shop owner sighed. "It's a nice dream, but I still have to make a living. I probably won't be doing this anymore."

He is just like a young man who has just entered society and is severely tortured by reality.

The patrolman paused as he wrote: "You're leaving Alfie Market? This is a prime location."

Heber shrugged. It was true that she hadn't made any money running the thrift store.

The patrolman also realized this and dropped the subject.

"Next question, have you ever dreamed of an antique shop? Its layout is..." the patrolman read out the instructions, looking around at the end. "There are antique shops like this everywhere in Alfie Market, aren't there?"

"Yes." Heber nodded calmly, "I have never had such a dream."

"Thank you for your cooperation." The patrolman nodded to her and walked out of the thrift store.

After a while, Heber heard them knocking on the door of the appliance repair shop next door.

The girl's face instantly fell.

She thought it was Priss's doing that caused the Special Patrol Office to suddenly close in.

But the questions raised by the patrolmen made Heber realize that they were coming specifically for him at the request of some superior.

Heber held his forehead with his hand. Originally, he had not had such a strong desire to run away, but now it seemed that taking a ride with Priss and going to the countryside of Cornwall to avoid the limelight was really the best option.

Some things are simply impossible to explain. Until she can give a reasonable reason, it is probably better to keep your distance.

As evening came and dusk fell, Heber closed the door and went to Vivian's Restaurant.

Standing in front of the huge sign, he sighed for no reason.

What a pity for the food spot I just found... God knows how difficult it is to find a food spot that suits your taste in Albion.

Heber walked into the restaurant. The first floor was still full as usual, and the manager in a well-fitting suit was directing the waiters.

The manager saw Heber coming, hesitated slightly, and then came forward.

"I have an appointment."

"Oh, okay." The manager nodded and said without hesitation, "Please follow me."

Modred personally took Hebe to a private room on the second floor, and after Hebe thanked her, she hesitated.

Heber saw that the manager seemed to have something to say.

"Well, after your last visit, I made some changes to the recipe according to your suggestions." Mordred's eyes drifted to the side. "The response was very good, so I wanted to tell you about it."

Heber was really surprised this time.

This restaurant does not serve high-end Gallic cuisine, but focuses on affordable and delicious dishes.