I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin applauded Snyder's nonsense literature from the side: "You seem to be saying, if I wash my hands less once a day from now on, I will wash my hands ten times less in ten days."

"Or to put it another way: when people are killed, they will die." Li Lin found another more appropriate metaphor.

I don't know why, but with Li Lin present, he can always turn the dangerous environment into an unstoppable funny scene, as if he has a harmonious painting style filter.

The fat gray cat meowed and trotted under Snyder's bridle, the cat's pads soundless on the moss, and the two of them followed in the cat's tracks.

I don't know when there was a gray fog around, and the woodland, which was already rough and difficult to walk, is now even more difficult, as if walking in hell.

The gray-black mist wrapped around the skirts of Li Lin and the exiles, like ropes or frills of robes.

Master Li, who loves to die, took the initiative to grab a handful of mist and wrap it around his neck, sticking his tongue out at the exile's hair and blowing.

It's a pity that the owner of the mist didn't give Li Lin that much face, so that when he was winking, the mist dissipated away from him on its own initiative.

"It's really stingy." Li Lin pouted unhappily.

In the data field of view, Li Lin has already seen the nature of this place at a glance.

【Horn of the Mist】

[Sex: location.Everything has its place, and this is here. 】

【An inconspicuous place, it is easier to trip over at night.An inconspicuous candle was stuck accidentally in a crack in the ground.Only occasionally seen by very gray cats. 】

This is a dark blue card, a hidden cave is traced with a rough brush, a flaming candle is inserted in the crack on the ground, and a gray fur cat shows a funny expression below, like is laughing.

"Follow tight." The exile's voice was originally as light as a feather, but now it has a tendency to distort.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Li Lin couldn't help but asked again: "Where will we be when we go out?"

"..."

The exile was silent, maybe she answered, but Li Lin didn't hear it.

But Li Lin prefers that she doesn't know the specific situation.

Li Lin's eyes involuntarily drifted to the flashing location card on the dark green table. In the end, Master Li, who was mean-handed, could not suppress his suicidal tendencies and reached out to pick up the card.

The moment his finger touched the location card [Horn of the Mist], the sound of howling wind blew past his ears.

Gray and black forests, erratic winged creatures, clapper-like flapping sounds, wet moss, pale moonlight and rugged fog...all the illusions about the woodland are folded into In the white candle in Li Lin's hand.

The silvery white candlelight swayed gently, spreading a soft halo.

The two of them were standing on the edge of a long street, a heavy rain was falling in the iron gray sky, and in the distance was the Warnemünde lighthouse driven by an ancient clockwork mechanism.

The rain smells of the sea.

"I have been here." The exile said, her expression a little shocked, "But when I was still a liquidator..., this is Rostock, Rostock, Germany."

They crossed most of the territory of Austria and Germany, and came to the city of Rostock on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea.

254 The iron-clad Master Li

Torrential rain poured from an iron-grey sky.

For people in this era itself, this is just a common weather phenomenon, but for people who do not belong to this era, it is a harbinger of the collapse of the beacon of the era.

"We firmly believe that our current history has changed beyond recognition. After removing the interference of Si Chen, there is still an initial disturbing factor."

Scientists at the Laplace Computing Center explained history this way: "Mystics and supernatural beings call it the source, and we call it the original butterfly."

Era crumbled and collapsed in front of the tide phenomenon. The glorious era could last longer, while the less prominent era quickly collapsed like a castle on the beach.

In an underground bar in Rostock, Arcana's figure appeared behind the silver curtain, and the forget-me-not stood beside her with a respectful and quiet expression.

"The Foundation is always attacking us with the wave phenomenon—but aren't they the ones behind it all?"

Those who study various histories stare at the torrential rain that connects the sea surface and the sky, and look at the city submerged in the rain: "It will start soon."

"We are fully prepared, Miss Arcana." The forget-me-not replied, "Even if this era fails, we still have the next era, and we have gone farther than these scumbags of the Foundation."

Arcana didn't comment on the forget-me-not's words, she just stood behind the curtain and stared at the rainstorm: "She's coming...they are coming too."

Forget-me-not suddenly raised his head: "Si Chen (timekeeper)? Who else?"

"The exile and the key hunter... They seem to have been sheltered by the nameless person named Siwu, and they were able to come here across a huge country."

The silver curtain floated up and down again, and when Forget-Me-Not raised his head, he could only see the heavy rain falling in front of the empty window.

......

This rainstorm started on the last day of 1999 and started on the eve of the new millennium. The tide of the times seems to have erected a high wall, telling everyone: You can only go here and cannot cross it.

Scholars of the Foundation call it "Wave", because its essence is the unconscious remnant of the wave of ancient gods, which was used by Zhu Sichen as the scissors to cut history.

When the torrential rain of the times comes, everything here becomes insignificant, and time is either moving forward or backward.

When the torrential rain falls against the earth and towards the sky, it means that ordinary people who are not mystics and supernatural beings will be washed away.

On a street corner in Rostock, a few playful children discovered a unique suitcase. It was impossible to tell which era it was from, nor its specific value.

"I bet this is something that some rich man doesn't want." A boy leaned over and tapped the surface of the suitcase, then was shocked by the strange leather feel.

The children stopped playing and gathered around the suitcase, one of them trying to turn the suitcase over.

When his fingers touched the buttons on the surface of the suitcase, the suitcase, which was not that big, trembled. Then it was opened from the inside, and an arm reached out, deftly pushing the lid of the suitcase open——

As the children watched in stunned silence, a man emerged from the box, accompanied by a floating apple.

It was a girl with her hair tied up and wearing a bowler hat. Her silver-green hair fell on both sides of her face, and her pupils were as calm as the sea.

"It seems like it's raining this time too." The apple was suspended in the air, still wearing a tie, but could speak a particularly magnetic Cockney accent.

"Wow - Apple spoke!"

"Mom!"

"Run!"

The children who had gathered around the suitcase dispersed in a hurry, fearing that the talking apple would find them.

"Sorry, it seems that this era is not so friendly to occultists and superhumans." Apple shook the levitating tie, as if expressing apology, "Miss Wilding."

"At least they didn't welcome us with guns and rocks."

The girl named Wei Ting pressed the bowler hat on her head, fastened the cuffs of the slim dress that looked like an old-fashioned nobleman, straightened the scarf inlaid with sapphires on her chest, and turned her head to look at Apple.

"Mr. Apple, go back first, I'm afraid the bumps just now will make our friend uncomfortable."

"That's right." There was a glimmer of light on the surface of the apple, "then someone from Apple has to go back first."

He got into the suitcase at Wilding's feet. When the light on his body completely disappeared in the suitcase, Wilding bent down and closed the suitcase, then got up and walked towards the exit of the street.

The heavy rain fell on her shoulders, and a sudden sizzle of electricity came from her ears.

"Time positioning completed... Si Chen (timekeeper), please report your location."

That was the organization she belonged to, and the Foundation, which was also riding the wave of the times, was calling her.

The foundation cannot pass through the torrential rain formed by the wave phenomenon, and they will also be carried by the tide of the times and washed away in the torrential rain, but the Laplace Computing Center belonging to the foundation can still use a large amount of data and proofs to locate current era.

Compared with the reshaping hand that can travel through the times, the Foundation is more like a place independent of history. The former is a bit like Goetia who insists on using human history as firewood, while the latter uses The script is suspiciously Chaldean.

"Rostock, 1920s."

"Please wait in place for 1 minute, the Foundation will deliver supplies to your location."

Heavy rain is still falling in the leaden sky, and the walls dotted with moss marks on both sides extend upward. At the top of the building, an angel sculpture with spread wings seems to be about to fly.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, and waiting for 1 minute is not a long time.

In a trance, the sound of the rain gradually subsided, but the subsidy from the foundation did not arrive.

Weirding frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed it to his ear, and the expected voice disappeared.

This was an abnormal situation, but not serious. In extreme cases, she even had to walk in heavy rain until the last moment.

After waiting another 3 minutes according to the foundation's regulations, she shook her head, patted the rain off her body, and walked towards the other side of the street.

At the other end of the street, two quarreling figures vaguely appeared. One of them was carrying a suitcase with a somewhat similar appearance, and the other was holding a...candle?

As Vertin approached, the voice gradually became louder. It turned out that it was not a dispute between the two parties, but the unilateral output of the man holding the candle.

"This must be Lindi's conspiracy, they covet my beauty!" Li Lin said loudly, "Do you know, if I hadn't refused to die, I would have been taken away by them, and I have lived in wine pools and meat forests ever since. It’s a day to spend krypton gold drawing cards every day and waiting to die.”

255 Even if the Hand of Remodeling goes bankrupt, it will never charge you a penny!

A very familiar word, woodland.

Especially on July 1969, 7, humans entered the woodland for the first time and arrived at the "moon", which occupies an important significance in all myths. —The Well in the Woods.

But under the torrential rain of the times, this feat was easily erased. Except for the evidence of that era that Weilding still retained, all memories of that glorious era no longer exist.

Vertin walked closer, and the rich forest smell rose from the candle in Li Lin's hand.

The exile pushed Li Lin and cast a wary gaze on Vertin who was standing across the street. His eyes glanced at her suitcase: "Timekeeper of the Foundation? I dare to use this title. I really don't know." Should I call it brave or stupid?"

When she was still in the Walden Bar in Vienna, the forget-me-not once told her about the mortal enemy of the Remodeling Hand——the Foundation, and the one who was trained by the Foundation to be immune to the influence of the wave phenomenon and walk in the torrential rain of the times agent.

The Foundation dubs this agent the title of Si Chen's transgression, and for the remodeling hand, this is undoubtedly the greatest irony.

Wilding and the exile looked at each other, and the gloomy clouds in the sky forced a trace, and the bright sunlight sprinkled from the sky, shining in the middle of the long street.

This is naturally a very artistic picture, it would be better if there was no Li Lin.

"You keep your eyes wide open, because you are afraid that others will not know that you are crazy, right?" Li Lin looked at the two of them suspiciously, "If I were you, I would feel ashamed."

The truth always hurts the most.

At this time, probably because the rain stopped, the street patrol who was in charge of patrolling also came over, and his eyes stayed on the faces of the exiles and Wiltin: "Do you need help?"

"No, thank you." The exile pulled out the official identification card issued by Vienna.

"Okay." The patrolman went away again, and the exile shook his head.

Although what Li Lin said was rough, the truth was not rough. The three of them stood on the roadside and faced off, which had attracted the attention of most people. If this continued, they might not be patrol officers anymore.

Does anyone know if there is a liquidator in the city of Rostock?

"follow me."

The exiles took the lead and came to a magnificent villa. The exterior walls of the villa were painted and the fresh smell lingered.

When they came to the door, an old-fashioned housekeeper came to meet him: "This is the private residence of Dr. Jannings...so it's you!"

The old butler named Franklin seemed to still remember the exiles, and he warmly invited Li Lin and his party to enter Jannings' villa.

The villa seemed to be undergoing a renovation. The old floors were replaced with new ones, and the pungent smell of paint still lingered on the washed walls.

"The master is very happy to receive your letter, but he is still attending a medical conference in Munich." Franklin bowed, and went to the exquisitely carved wooden door to take out the key, and the door opened silently.

A roll of exquisite carpet from Persia is spread from the door to the hall. Two large bookshelves are against the wall, filled with books on philosophy and medicine. The couch is placed under the window sill with a pot next to it. Ming Empire celadon flowerpot with growing flowers and plants.

A corner of the bed was exposed through the half-open door of the bedroom, while warm light was revealed in the study, and a medical qualification certificate was placed on the desk.

"This is what the master has prepared for you." Franklin bowed again, "Since you have arrived, I will not disturb you. If you need anything, please ring the bell at hand."

The old housekeeper left the villa. The small house he lived in was near the villa, and he could come and take care of the long-vacant villa at any time.

The carved wooden door was quietly closed, and there were only three people left in the villa.

"I......"

As soon as the exile opened his mouth, Li Lin got up quickly, went to the window and closed the purple velvet curtains, and then quickly went to the fireplace and threw a few pieces of firewood to burn the flames.

After finishing all this, Li Lin returned to the sofa without changing his face, and took out a handful of melon seeds from his crotch.

As if aware of the inexplicable gaze of the two, Li Lin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you want to eat melon seeds?"

"No." Exiles are not used to eating melon seeds.

Wilding hesitated to speak.

Could it be that the problem lies in melon seeds... Or is it true that the occultists and transcendental beings of this era are so unrestrained?

Seeing that neither of them was interested in melon seeds, Li Lin started eating melon seeds.

"You are not ignorant of the Foundation, so it was the Hand of Reshaping that informed you of my existence."

Wilding sat on the sofa opposite the exile, looking directly at the exile with calm eyes.

"But you didn't immediately take me to meet the mastermind behind the Hand of Reshape... Does this mean that there is only a minimum cooperative relationship between you and the Hand of Reshape?"