At that moment, no one in the room spoke, only John and Gall stared at each other.
John once left the temple for a period of time when he was young, and spent many years wandering the world. During this period, he had countless adventures and met all kinds of people. According to his judgment, he felt that the surprise of the other party should be... and It's not fake.
His still hot head almost became confused again, what is the situation
The Black Robe Rebellion has spread throughout the entire continent, and no one is unaware of it. Could it be that he has drifted to other continents inexplicably? Was it the storm caused by the outbreak of the black scepter? Or... is there something else wrong? But the mark on the man's cuff is correct. He is indeed the healer of the temple. Is there a second temple in the world
After a while, he asked softly, "Excuse me... where is this?"
"Derk County, Sarah State, Mid-Levels..." Gal looked at the expression of the young man in front of him, and found that his expression was surprised at first, and then his brows were slightly frowned, and the confused look flashed by, so Gal came back again Added a sentence, "2012 AD."
John's face went blank for a moment.
After an unknown period of time, he felt that the hand on one side was already stiff, so he quickly blinked his already sore eyelids, and asked weakly, "Yuan... what?"
"2012," Gal said, picking up a copy of the Sara State Journal that Emmy had left at his house and handing it to John: "It's November 17—oh, this is yesterday's paper gone."
John stretched out his hand to take it. He was sure that the thing in his hand was not parchment. It felt completely different, a little brittle and not as strong, but it was undoubtedly much lighter.
There are exquisite "portraits" like real people, fonts of exactly the same size, weird patterns that don't know what they represent, full of typography, and the date "November 16, 2012, Friday ".
"What's this?" John's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head, his pale fingers were still pressing on the middle page, where there was a person holding a large dozen of banknotes, which was sunken by him.
Gal looked at him silently for a while, reached out to touch his forehead, and then pulled the quilt over him: "Your body temperature hasn't dropped yet, it's not suitable for thinking now, I think you'd better rest first Wait until the fever subsides completely."
John's fingers moved quickly, as if he wanted to hold him back, but he quickly restrained himself: "Okay... anyway, thank you."
"My pleasure." Gal pulled Amy back, and the two left the room together.
John fell headfirst on the bed, looking at the exquisitely suspended ceiling and the fashionable retro chandeliers hanging on it. They were inexplicable in the eyes of this "true ancient man" because there was not even half a candle on them. !
But what does it matter? He numbly rolled his eyes and looked at the "mushroom" on the bedside that was still glowing. If even the mushrooms could light up, candles were indeed not necessary.
Time travel... He knew that it existed. There were some confidential documents in the Tantric Temple of the temple that had recorded this concept, and it was listed as one of the ten forbidden arts.
Although he had only used one of the ten brothers not long ago, he didn't know about "time". All the records about time were vague, and it was difficult to find any examples and principles other than it really existed.
So how did he run directly from Satan's corpse to more than a thousand years later
John pressed his forehead in pain, my God, he completed two forbidden spells in one day, and he felt that his name could go down in history.
"The question is," he asked feebly, "how the hell did I do it?"
Gal took Amy out and went straight to the study. He picked up a bunch of things from the table—it was the robe that the handsome young man took off: "Look at this."
Amy leaned over, looked at it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion with his keen sense of fashion: "Hmm... This looks very post-modern, but if you ask me, it's like cutting a tablecloth and wrapping it around your body." .”
Gal ignored him, bent down, and took out a magnifying glass from the drawer: "I did a lot of research yesterday and found this, look—"
The chest of the robe was torn, almost broken into two pieces, but the pattern outlined by the thin silver thread embroidered on it could still be seen, which faintly shone under the magnifying glass. In an instant, he felt that those silver patterns seemed to flow.
"This is… "
"Aro's thread is taken from a kind of Difu called 'Dark Elf', which is said to be their blood vessels." Gal said, "This kind of Difu called 'Dark Elf' likes a beautiful voice. , feed on human throats. However, the Arrow threads as their blood vessels have incredible defensive power. It is said that when they eat human throats, they acquire beautiful voices, and those voices flow into the blood, making this The veins of that dirty thing became bright silver, and something with beautiful power."
Amy shrugged: "You mean this guy wore a priceless antique and made it look like a rag? You must know that there is no precedent for dark elves to penetrate the barrier. They have already It hasn’t appeared in thousands of years.”
Gal looked up at him, and the two looked at each other for a while, Amy's eyes widened: "Wait! Are you implying... he might be a time traveler?"
"I'm not sure." Gal said, "I'm going to the temple, and I'll find Louis by the way, and show him this robe. He has more experience than me about these things... Please help me when I'm away." Take care of this man."
Amy looked at him with burning eyes.
Gall pressed his forehead: "Okay, I will greet Louis on your behalf."
With a "swipe", Amy took out a pink envelope from nowhere, and stuffed her shining eyes under Gal's nose.
"Fuck you..." Gal cried out in pain, "I won't send you love letters like a little boy in junior high school!"
Amy dug her ear with her little finger: "What?"
Gar's noodles have vegetables.
"Oh—" Amy dragged her voice out, "tsk tsk, what did I hear? Dear Mr. Shoden, you actually rejected a therapist. One will take off your clothes to reveal your fresh and young flesh. Willful... healer 'female'?"
Gal shuddered.
Amy: "Huh?"
The man known as the best hunter in ten years was silent for a while, then took the pink letter uselessly, stuffed it into his pocket, turned his head and sneezed—heck, you sprayed it upwards Two liters of mosquito water
Gall rolled up the robe that John had replaced and stuffed it into his bag, put on his coat and went out, thinking sadly and indignantly: "I hope Louis doesn't smear this thing on my face."
But of course Louis did not make such a rude move. In fact, he just threatened verbally: "Gal Xiaoden, if you bring this biochemical weapon to me again, I will let you swallow it."
In the public eye, Louis Meguert is a young scholar. Of course, some people say that he is one of the very powerful hunters, but his most difficult task now is to stay in the temple to train new hunters, and to let the students They are so miserable that they want to live for joy, and it has been a long time since they have personally sent out a mission.
He has an amazing memory and is happy to deal with the tattered documents that should have been thrown out for recycling, which makes him an antique in advance before he grows old. Those blue eyes are as charming as the sea. Must be something buried in the mud forever.
Gall took the robe that he took off from his mysterious guest and gave it to Louis. The self-important scholar only took one look, then his expression became serious, and he said briefly: "Follow me."
In his office, Louis looked at the robe that could be turned into a tablecloth from top to bottom under a magnifying glass again and again, and then straightened up: "Where did you get it?"
"Tell me first, is it the line of Arrow?"
Louis raised his eyebrows: "Gold medal hunter, you should trust your own judgment on this point."
Gal dragged a chair and sat down in front of Louis, and described the strange man he picked up the day before.
"John Smith..." Louis tapped the table with his slender fingers a few times, "strange."
Gal's eyes lit up: "If it's really a time traveler, do you think he might be..."
"No, if you mean Carlos Frarete, he probably isn't." Louis thought for a while, shook his head, bent down, and took out a book about tens of centimeters thick from under the table. It hit the table.
Gal noticed that the book was very old, made of parchment, and there was a small light blue label on the book, which represented that it was an ancient book protected in the Tantric Library of the Temple. He couldn't help grinning, feeling a little Meat hurts.
"Look at this."
Gal leaned over, and there was a robe drawn on the yellowed parchment that was turned over. Although the drawing was poor, making the thing look like a big sack, he still recognized the weird pattern embroidered on the robe. , this painting is the one in Louis' hands now.
There is a note next to it: "The dress of the sword-wielding priest."
"Is this the dress of the sword-wielding priest thousands of years ago?" Gal asked.
"No, they are no different from the current gowns. These are not the priest's robes in the normal state," Louis said, "I think you know that the Aro thread is a powerful defensive magic weapon, so when this gown appears For the priest, it must be in a combat environment, and it is very likely that the archbishop, the first person in charge of the temple, has died in battle, or has lost the ability to fight for some reason—of course, given that the dark elves have disappeared for hundreds of years, So now even the priest's battle robes are replaced by ordinary defensive magic circles."
Gal was stunned: "You mean, I picked up a sword-wielding priest from an ancient temple?"
"That's why I said that he can't be Carlos. Although Carlos has been a legend all his life, he has been wandering outside most of the time and has never held any position in the temple." Louis spread the tattered robe on the table, "and this is precisely What I find strange is that in the history of the temple, the names of the archbishops and sword-wielding priests have been recorded, and the dresses are all specially made, and the name of its owner and the mark of the temple are usually embroidered on the cuffs—you see."
The sleeve on one side of the robe was ripped off, and only one side remained. Louis' fingers rested on the sleeve, and as white light flashed on his fingertips, a small sword-shaped sleeve suddenly appeared on the empty sleeve. The sign, burning, glowed golden yellow: "A fake temple sign, but without its owner's name next to it."
"Gal," he said, "if possible, I would like to meet your mysterious guest."