Chapter 129: Shikoti, Who Is Almost in a Group

"--Is such that."

Sir Silver nodded, and said without hesitation: "When she was here before, we were so united when we got together. It is because she left us that the "Chronicles" has meaning.

"Because we no longer have the 'King', so we must unite, in order to prevent killing each other. We lived apart later, also because we must not quarrel with each other, and we must not be partial - you can't support him , and I support her.

"But even so, if we are together, once mortals quarrel, it will eventually affect us...so after the rule of the 'emperor' who can cover up the contradiction is over, we must separate. Until the arrival of the next emperor .

"The contradictions between the righteous gods must be covered up by the contradictions between countries. Otherwise, the world will fall into great chaos. 'The twelve righteous gods must unite as one', this can be regarded as a tacit understanding between us.

"However, although she has left us, and now Annan is here - the result is still the same.

"You may not know that Annan has already contacted Endymion. Sooner or later he will start to rebuild the Great Barrier of Unification—can you stop him?"

"Endymion... the 'Son of the Sky Chariot' made by the elf emperor?"

The mysterious lady frowned: "You let him touch it?"

"How could it be? He didn't come into contact with Noah. Endymion is in Bitter Winter... just not far from Furnace Mountain."

Sir Silver sighed: "That's why I said that she may have expected it. It was not a murder, a sudden death. She probably wanted to do something.

"I feel more and more that Annan may be her. Is it possible that... Shikodi has found her, but the guy wanted to surprise us or play a prank, so he changed her into a different form, using Annan's Pull back your identity again?"

"What are you talking about?"

The mysterious lady said unceremoniously: "Before Annan came to this world, he didn't look like this. He was a talent noticed by the 'Shikoti' of another world and shared it with the 'Shikoudi' of this world." Tee'. She's just a bridge, don't keep thinking she's behind the scenes."

"It's just a guess... I think those old things didn't come, maybe they just don't want to hear me say such weird things."

"As long as you know what's in your mind."

The mysterious lady complained: "Because I don't want to hear it either. Are you businessmen so sticky and hesitant? She was indeed dead or left this world. Annan and her are two completely different people." You must face up to this fact, otherwise your feelings for Annan will be like using him as a double—it will be as hypocritical as your monocle.”

"I actually know..."

"Okay, stop arguing, two—I remember that the ruler here should be Count Felix, right?"

The faceless poet interrupted the more intense topic of gunpowder.

She ignored Sir Silver, and just approached the mysterious lady and asked, "Should we go to the Earl first?"

The mysterious lady folded her arms and shook her head, her long silver hair swaying cutely: "No need, let's go directly to Furnace Mountain.

"According to the information from Annan,

There was also a wizard directly involved in this matter. He is a student of the "Eye of Lag Time", and he had already left Howling Wind White Tower before the ritual of the man in the mirror started.

"His father is an architect in the United Kingdom, and his mother is a painter of Noah, both of whom are disciples of Jawon. I think Jawon didn't come here, part of the reason is to avoid suspicion."

"Hey...is the old man still so gentle?"

The Faceless Poet looked disgusted.

"It should be said to be awkward. Old pigeons have always been so gentle."

Sir Silver didn't care about the mysterious lady's words, but he just showed his gentle and cheerful smile as always, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, why don't you two walk with me for a while... Ah Yao is already on standby. He is better than the old man." Pigeons are much more reliable, and they must have already packed everything that needs to be cleaned up, so we can go directly to the grave when the time comes."

"You actually asked us to play with you..."

The silver-haired girl sighed and pointed out the essence of the matter: "That's why they didn't bother to come."

"Part of the reason. In fact, this can also be regarded as a gathering of old friends. We haven't gathered once in hundreds of years, and after the elves are wiped out, the communication between us is actually an old friend who has nothing to miss. .

"It's just, it's a pity... Now it seems that even her wreckage can't bring us all together."

Sir Silver sighed: "I don't know if Annan will be able to do it in the future."

"Annan is definitely possible. Shikoti also likes him very much. She would choose to send Annan to this world, and she definitely didn't send him to die. Didn't you also come here by Shikoti?"

The mysterious lady said with great certainty: "So just like you believe in Shikoti; I also believe in Annan. My trust in Annan is like that in Ananke."

"You still talk about me, your words are gradually starting to become strange. Tianche and I don't have too much emotion, we are just [partners]. But you treat Annan as your son, this is true Something's wrong."

Sir Silver looked disgusted: "Annan is not your mother, and you are not his mother—after all, the two of you have nothing to do with each other at all, right? Even Zhi Ji has a little relationship with him."

"But his winter heart, I personally reversed it for him. I also presided over his forgetting ceremony, and I also helped him resurrect this body."

The mysterious lady muttered dissatisfiedly: "This is the grace of reinvention. Rounding it up, I can also be the god who is Annan's mother..."

"But Annan is taller than you."

"Isn't it normal for a son to be taller than his mother? It's not that much taller."

"Also," the faceless poet reminded, "after Annan was resurrected, he never saw you again. All his memories were sacrificed to Ananke... Will he still remember you?"

"- Long-winded!"

The mysterious lady who broke the defense in an instant, suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "We were friends back then, and we can still be friends now! You just met him a few months earlier than me, it's just a puddle of black mud... Shoggoth, don't be too arrogant !"

"oops?"

The Faceless Poet smiled strangely, his body suddenly shattered and turned into a pool of thick and turbid black mucus, and then gathered into a young girl who was only about 1.45 meters tall and wore silky black long hair as clothes.

The upper half of her face was covered by the black crow mask, but the smile on her face was quite nasty.

She made a sharp and bright childish voice: "I didn't know him in this way? He watched me change from my body to this appearance, and he didn't get bored with me?

"It's you—among the gods of our generation, it seems that you are the only one whose mental age stays at the age of sixteen forever? With Annan's mature mentality, maybe you are the one who is taken care of?"

"What does that have to do with you! You're such a bad guy!"

The more the mysterious lady thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help reaching out to grab Shoggoth.

The Faceless Poet laughed and hid behind Sir Silver. Sir Silver showed a helpless smile on his face.

But he seemed a little relaxed instead.

The gentle smirk that always hangs on his face has also faded a little. But he felt warmer instead.

--really.

Probably only the "Tianche" can bring gods with different identities, races, backgrounds, and positions together.

From this point of view, even if Annan is not her... what is the difference?

Sir Silver couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

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