Mystery: Paradox Path

Klein only felt that his brain was chaotic. The short six Chinese characters were already comparable to the surprise he had when he saw Roselle's diary and Penredax's diary.

Is there any other transmigrator in this world?

Or, is it Roselle, or the handwriting of the ancestors of Penredax?

After all, this is Amon's mausoleum, which can be traced back at least to the Fourth Epoch. Whether it is Roselle or the ancestors of Penredax, there is a wealth of "time to commit crimes".

And the short two hundred years is obviously not enough to leave any traces of the years in the ruins that have lasted for thousands of years. As the indoor time returned to normal again, the handwriting lost its distinctiveness along with the wind-eroded murals.

"Archbishop, Rosellevin on this mural..." After Horamick smashed the gate of the abyss, a member of the accompanying team finally couldn't help asking.

Emperor Roselle, in the Church of Steam and Mechanics, has a different status after all.

And the text on the wall is coherent enough and fluent enough, obviously not the inferior imitations full of Ruen, Intis, and Feysac writing habits.

Horamick frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and then he seemed to have made a decision, shaking his head and said:

"It wasn't written by Roselle."

After speaking, he seemed to feel that his answer was too arbitrary, and added:

"Russell's handwriting should be more scribbled."

"Uh..." The Heart of Mechanism didn't understand Horamick's meaning too well, so it could only be regarded as a deacon who compared the handwriting of Roselle's manuscript, but after hearing it, Klein suddenly realized.

After all, he was also the one who visited the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, Roselle's bad words...

Well, well, my own words aren't much better.

Klein laughed at himself, and then followed Archbishop Horamick's thoughts to think about it. Sure enough, he found that these words were somewhat similar to the handwriting in the diary handed in by Mr. Demon.

Klein didn't do handwriting identification, so he wasn't sure whether it should be classified as "suspected neighbor stealing axe", but as a demigod of the Heart of Machines, Klein felt that his words should still be credible.

"So, Senior Penredax visited this ancient tomb a hundred years ago and stole Amon's 'portrait' and 'time'? Well, after a hundred years, it can also explain why there are so many in the tomb. There are many monsters. They may have been attracted again after the gentleman left because of the aggregation of Beyonder characteristics."

Klein was thinking about the level of this senior and how much information he knew about Amon, but suddenly he saw the surrounding pictures start to shrink rapidly.

An illusory and ancient strange silver mirror appeared in the air, and the black gems like eyes on both sides flickered faintly.

The white words are quickly sketched on the mirror surface:

"Your faithful servant Arrodes has reported and is always ready to serve you again."

...

Just when Klein accepted Arrodes' loyalty in a dream, a letter also arrived in Backlund from the "distant" Tingen.

Snow read the contents of the letter, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but he did not rush into action.

The value of intelligence depends on whether someone needs it. The same intelligence, taken out at different points in time, will obviously have different results.

It has to be said that Mr. Glory's career is getting bigger and bigger. In just a few months, the labor movement has already spread in Ahowa County and East Tucker County. According to Lavis' prayers, I am afraid that East Chester It won't be long over there.

Although this incident cannot be without the help of the Backlund capitalists, no matter what, at least the workers have actually received their due rest and remuneration.

As for prices...sorry, those workers basically can't use the products made by their own factories.

They can clearly know that their wages can buy more bread and more beer, so that their children can no longer work, but free up time to go to church schools. As for high-quality fabrics, lead-white handicrafts, white Glazed porcelain, sophisticated mechanical products...

Those are things only the middle class will use.

The proliferation of the labor movement not only prevented the workers from dying from overwork, but also provided Snow with a fairly good intelligence network. Although some secret intelligence was inaccessible, it could provide him with a lot of seemingly inconspicuous real-time intelligence.

After all, intelligence doesn’t need to be very secret most of the time, and real professionals can easily analyze useful content from some popular newspapers.

...

"Damn old man! He actually said that I have begun to accept the belief in the Mother Earth! Goddess! I am a blood family, how can I abandon it... Wait, oh! Damn it!"

The more Emlyn thought about it, the more angry he became, but considering the opponent's ability to pack his family, he didn't say much after all. He silently left the Harvest Church, habitually closed the door, and returned to his current residence all the way, and began to give. My dearest children are taking care of them.

Although he had Emily, Emlyn did not neglect other dolls because of this. On the contrary, he even raised new ambitions in his heart——

He wants to get a way to make the puppet come alive from that demigod powerhouse! Well, just like Emily, alive because of my love!

Repeating his vision in his heart, Emlyn gradually forgot about the "humiliation" in the Church of the Mother Earth, but then, he seemed to sense something was wrong——

Why didn't his parents mumble about him today?

Oh!

There is a blood clan party in the Backlund area tonight!

Emlyn patted his head, glanced at Dorothy in Emily's arms, and sighed helplessly—

"Although as a noble vampire, you should stay in your room, but this is part of the contract after all, oh, **** it! I really don't know why they imitate humans and hold those boring dances! Even Dance!"

Emlyn muttered in his heart, but he lost to the protesting stomach. After swallowing, Emlyn finally put on a decent suit and went all the way to the house of the blood clan who opened the hospital.

Open the hospital!

What a wonderful note!

There is fresh blood every day, and you can drink whatever age you want~www.wuxiamtl.com~, and you can even occasionally go to non-governmental organizations to donate blood for a fee, and obtain the blood of those young and beautiful girls through legal and reasonable channels!

Emlyn picked up the glass and drank the scarlet liquid in it. He thought with some envy in his heart, but he completely ignored the price of the dolls in his house. It was enough to build a second-rate hospital in Backlund. .

...

Just as the dance was going on, the host here looked like a middle-aged gentleman, but Kasimi Audra, a blood clan who was already over two hundred years old, appeared on the edge of the dance floor. According to his impression, the young man who was not good at communicating. The vampire should stay on the edge of nowhere and taste the blood quietly, but...

Did he not come?

Kasimi stretched out his hand to summon his housekeeper, frowned and asked:

"Have you seen Emlyn?"

"He's dancing, do you need me to call him over for you?" The butler bowed respectfully, and then pointed to the center of the dance floor. Kasimi was a little surprised when he heard the words—

Can you find a dance partner, that guy?