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Chapter 1344: Page 1344

Sitting alone on the roadside, looking from time to time at the tombstones filling the road under his feet, and then from time to time at the shattered cement and bone fragments between the tombstones, Tilan still couldn't control the rate of his heartbeat.

It was hard to imagine that a princess who had only participated in hunting was a fake princess. She had made great contributions an hour ago and helped her organization arrest a group of extremely dangerous Eclipse evildoers.

Did I actually do this? ... Those guys who dare to spread the virus to pollute a city at will, the deaths of tens of thousands of people are nothing to them, did I just kill nearly ten of them? Did I really do this?

There was a rumbling sound in the distance. Tilan looked up and saw a "mechanical private" he had seen before driving a strange vehicle. He drove to the opposite side and began to unload materials from the towed box.

Then a group of people who had been waiting nearby immediately gathered around, listened to him open his hands to assign tasks, and each of them took a shovel or trowel and actually started repairing the cracked street on the spot.

"..." Tilan didn't know what to say. It seemed that the organization was really well prepared. Compared with this level of preparation, the evildoer's escape plan was as ridiculous as a child playing house.

Maybe I don't need to take risks at all. With this kind of quality... those people can't escape even if they run to the dock. On the contrary, they will stand out more by running to the sea. I am just taking risks in vain...

"What are you thinking about?"

A figure sat down on the curb next to her and handed her a kettle.

Tilan didn't take it, but just looked up and continued to stare at Light-Sally with those dead fish eyes that saw through the world. He couldn't stand the constant pressure anymore, and muttered "I haven't drunk it" before taking it, unscrewing the lid and drinking.

She was extremely thirsty, and what surprised her more than anything else was that she hadn't felt the urge to drink water for so long. After she finished drinking, she threw the canteen back to Wright and tried to stand up, but she fainted after a dizzy spell.

……

When she woke up again, she found herself back in her personal room in the tree house hotel. She was laid out on the bed, with a kettle and some fruit beside her.

"You're awake, Miss Arles."

Following the sound, she saw a tall and thin man with curly hair.

This person has high cheekbones, a pale face, big eyes and thick eyebrows, and slightly thick and bright red lips. It is obviously a rather strange combination, but when put together, it looks unique and charming.

Tilan had a sense of taste. She couldn't help but stare at the man for a few more seconds, then asked, "Who are you? My body..."

"My name is Sind," the man said. "I am one of the first apostles to follow His Majesty. I am the head of the Kingdom of God... oh, should I say the Engineering Council... I am the leader of this organization in Aisha Continent. As for your body, there is nothing wrong with you. You are just overloaded. You will be fine after resting."

"Are you a senior member of the organization?"

"That's understandable."

"Where's my partner? Where's Light-Sally?"

"He has his own things to do, and I am here just to wait for you."

"wait for me?"

Tilan was surprised, she couldn't see why she should wait.

This Sind looked polite, but he ran to the bed where a lady was resting and waited for her to wake up without asking for her consent. How to describe this behavior... Tilan could only guess that the "thing that needed to be done after she woke up was extremely important."

But forgive her for not being able to think of it - no matter how she thought about it, she didn't have any talents that could be of great use. She even relied on her partner's advice to kill the evil team and capture a person alive, and was even saved by him at the last moment.

What value can I have as a person like this?

Like Wright said, in the end I wasn't anything special, I was just lucky to have done this.

"No, you do have unique talents."

Cinder shook his head.

His tone was very serious, and the atmosphere of the conversation became very tense right from the start, giving people the impression that he liked to handle things in a businesslike manner and was straightforward.

So it's not surprising that he would say this directly: "You were once the closest to the Abyss, and the Abyss will carve a wish in your heart. In other words, if there is any mortal in this world who can sense what the Abyss needs, that person can only be you."

"…What does this have to do with the Eclipse?"

"Of course it is related. We are taking the trouble to capture people just to fill up the Abyss. Currently, we have only contained the pollution caused by the Abyss. Those black holes still need to be filled up, and we need your help to do that."

"Wait wait wait..." Tilan waved his hand to interrupt him, "I hope I can get the most basic respect... Can you explain it to me from the beginning?"

"Okay." Sind nodded, "Let me think about where to start... Did the Time Dragon tell you the identity of His Majesty?"

"Time Dragon?" Tilan stared, huh?

"They are Wright Sally and Moore Sally. The Sally family is the descendant of the Time Dragon, but unfortunately only these two people are left today."

what?

Ah? ? ?

No - I have almost accepted that I might be working for a very powerful adult, or goddess! ...I am working for this adult!

But when I turned around, even my partner, the unruly, lustful, and never-telling old smoker, turned out to be a character in the legend?

Tilan suddenly felt like he was in a mythological picture book.

Do you want to find someone to wake her up?

"Don't question the facts you heard." Xinde smiled. "You don't think myths are far away from us, do you? Haven't you ever been troubled by the gray fog? You are the princess of Chesman. I heard that the Chesman people always get up in the middle of the night and sleep during the day. What is this for? Aren't you already in the myth?"

"But that's gray fog..."

"That's the myth." Cynder interrupted her. "The clash between great and great, even if it's just a friction, is so suffocating when it is reflected in the mortal world."

"You mean, there is a god behind the gray fog?"

"Have."

"So all myths are true? The Goddess of the Sun is real, the Sun King is real, and the ancient wars between gods are all real?"

"Part of it is. The specific part depends on the unofficial history and legends of Chesman."

Xinde waved his hand, "Ignore all that... I will only explain the Eclipse to you."

"Then I am all ears."

"The Eclipse is the missing time." Sind frowned, "Our world is called 'Namiya', so... you can understand it as this thing."

He pulled a towel from the back of the chair, rolled it into an irregular ball, and gently placed it on the quilt.

"It's 'Namiya'."

"Yes."

“We live on this thing.”

"Exactly."

Ignoring Tilan's "are you crazy?" expression, Xinde continued to use this thing to prove his point: "Look, this thing has a lot of wrinkles and bulges... and at this time I blew a puff of smoke at it-"

A red light flashed in his eyes, and without even lighting the cigarette, a puff of choking smoke came out of his mouth.

Tilan was startled at first and was prepared to be choked, but she soon discovered that the gray-black smoke seemed to have life and surrounded the "towel ball" without spreading.

This is amazing!

She looked at Towel Ball and then at Cinder, and asked stutteringly, "Is this... 'gray fog'?"

"Very clever, yes, this is Gray Mist."

Cinder praised.

"Now, the 'grey fog' envelops 'Namiya'. Yes, just like the reality we experienced before, you can see those wrinkles, those more protruding parts, they are completely wrapped in the gray fog, similar to passing through a layer of gray fog film."

"The time and space of 'Gray Fog' and 'Namiya' are not equal." He emphasized, "What time is it, is there air, is there water, can objects burn... these are all different. You can think of this as a 'cutting phenomenon'. The gray fog here is like a blade, cutting away some of the time in Namiya."

He stretched out his hand and quickly brushed it across the "towel ball". Tilan didn't see how he did it at all, but some of the bulges on the "towel ball" had been cut off and turned into discarded bushes thrown aside.

"Now with His Majesty and our Engineering Council, with our intervention and efforts, this 'towel' will 'gradually return to its original state'."

As Xinde said this, he picked up a corner of the "towel ball" and lifted it up to spread it out to both sides.

“It turns into a towel again,” Tiran said.

"Yes."

“But it has a lot more holes.”

"Yes!"

"These holes are what we see as the abyss. So the abyss is the hole created when Namibia's time was cut away. It is not a living thing, but a disaster phenomenon."

"Yes! That's right!" Xinde said happily, "You have learned to draw inferences from one example, Miss Arles, so why not guess how we can fix it?"

"Find the cut part." Tiran looked at the pile of discarded cloth next to him, "...Look for it in the gray fog? ...And because the Eclipse Evil Cult and the gray fog are in the same group, you suspect that these people have the 'information about the stolen time', so you want to take action against them?"

"That's it." Xinde nodded.

"The time in the Gray Mist is different from ours. Those people have lived in the Gray Mist world. Not to mention their concepts, even their most basic bodies may not be considered human. And what they have experienced may be what the Eclipse Abyss lacks. We must investigate this part of the intelligence as much as possible, organize the folded and cut history into data, and then let His Majesty see what can be done with this data."

After another detailed and fragmented explanation, Sind instilled the concept of "folding" into Tilan.

This is indeed not a secret that ordinary people are qualified to know. Apart from these Mechanical Apostles①, even many senior agents of the Engineering Council are kept in the dark.

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①: Sind is one of the three mechanical apostles. The three mechanical apostles are Roxin, Sind, and Derel. Among them, Roxin and Derel have appeared many times, but Sind has almost never appeared.

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But anyway, this girl is indeed special. She is the only one who almost fell into the Abyss and was pulled out at the last moment. His Majesty said that her true spirit may be imprinted with something missing from the Abyss. As long as that thing really exists, she will definitely react to it.

So… since they were asking someone to help them with such an important matter, it would be too disrespectful to not even tell her the basic information. If she got angry and refused to do the work, it would affect the progress of the mission. It would be better to make it clear. Anyway, with their current strength, they were not afraid of her leaking the secrets.

"Uh..." Tilan was stunned for a long time, then dragged out a string of tail sounds, "I roughly understand the situation, but I still don't understand what I can do to help you?"

To be honest, she was dizzy from all the information she received. Even if someone beat her up and told her that it was all a dream, she would still believe it. She had no opinion of her own right.

"It's very simple." Sind was very satisfied with her attitude. "You don't need to do much. Didn't you capture an 'undead' alive before?"

"should be."

"He is currently being interrogated in the prison at Sea Cliff. We have used some means to force him to write down a lot of manuscript information, but we are unable to verify its authenticity. We need your help in this regard."

"You just need me to look at the information, right?"

"Yes."

"So, your so-called talent means that I will have some kind of strange reaction to those 'real historical materials'? For example, when I see a paragraph, I know it must be true?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't sound difficult." Tilan nodded blankly, "I feel like I'm in good shape now. Shall we watch it now?"

"If you are willing." Xinde stood up and bowed to her carefully.

"Whatever the outcome, Miss Arles, we thank you for your sacrifice."

No, that's too polite...

Tilan felt his cheeks getting sore. It was just a matter of reading a few pieces of paper. How could he have the nerve to use this word?

However, a few minutes later, she watched a group of men in black moving bundles of books, materials, and newspapers into the room, and she finally understood why Xinde showed her such a great courtesy.

The house is almost full!

You want me to watch so much?

Even if I don't eat, drink or sleep, it will probably take me several weeks to finish watching it!

"We hope to have the results within a week if possible," said Shinde.

"You might as well kill me!" Tilan screamed.

"We will not hurt you, nor will we let anyone hurt you." Xinde shook his head, "I promise you that during this period of time, your personal safety will be protected more strictly than the king."

"Is that the point?"

"You can ask for anything you can think of, and as long as it's not excessive, we will find a way to meet it."

"I want to go home!"

"That won't work, but as long as you finish your work, we'll send you home right away."

The negotiations failed, and Tilan could only accept the reality sadly.

The only consolation was that she proposed to bring Lemuel over to help, saying that this would speed up her efficiency. After some hesitation, Xinde finally agreed to her request, and she met the lady-in-waiting at dinner that day.

"I was really surprised at the truth I came into contact with."

Upon learning what had happened to his master, Lemire expressed his surprise.

"But I can't tell from your expression that you are surprised." Tilan narrowed his eyes.

"That's because I had a premonition." Lemire nodded, "Just like God's grace, just like the Eclipse."

"As Mr. Hind said, we have long been living in a myth."

Tilan was upset, but she had to admit that this statement made sense.