Secret: My vest is all over the timeline

What? Does the old man know this name? Doesn’t that mean there really is such an angel!

Leonard sat up straight almost instinctively. If there weren't two people next to him, he really wanted to ask Pales directly what he knew at this moment and what kind of existence this mysterious angel was.

Fortunately, Pales did not intend to run away as a Riddler this time. Instead, he saw Leonard's doubts and said patiently:

"I don't know that angel, but I did hear his name. It seemed to be a very ancient existence a long time ago."

Hiss, even the old man calls it ancient, is he some kind of old guy from the Fourth Age?

Leonard couldn't help but guess in his heart.

"But..." Pales's voice was a little more confused, "My memory about that person is very vague, so I'm not sure what kind of existence that person is."

Leonard was immediately disappointed by these words, but he also knew that since the old man had said so, there was probably nothing he could ask.

Leonard couldn't help but sigh, turned his attention back to reality, and felt four "fiery" gazes coming from beside him.

"Ahem..." Leonard couldn't help but cough. Although he felt guilty, he still managed to say: "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Fellow poet, I am now basically certain that you are definitely talking to someone I can't see... Klein kept smiling, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

If before coming to Backlund, Klein only had some vague guesses about the secrets of the poet classmate, after coming to Backlund, he was almost certain that the poet classmate might have something like a grandfather with him.

The strange things he occasionally showed were difficult for Klein to ignore.

And he didn't know if it was Klein's illusion. He always felt that since they experienced the Tingen incident together, the poet classmate let himself go more freely in front of him and no longer covered up the abnormality.

Maybe it's because in his opinion, the three people here are all "protagonists" with secrets?

Klein couldn't help but guess, remembering what Leonard once said to him, such as "the two protagonists met" and "the wheel of history rolls forward".

So grandpa really has memories about me. Is it because although I haven't interfered with his timeline yet, I have left traces in the second era?

Lin En, who indeed mentioned the "Angel of Secrets" deliberately to test, had a guess in his heart, but his expression did not change much. He just raised his eyebrows at Leonard and said: "Student Poet, it seems that you have heard of the Secret Angel." The name Angel?”

"Well, you can indeed say that, but I don't know much about this mysterious angel. I only know that he seems to be a very, very ancient existence." Leonard hesitated for a moment, but replied.

He also knew that his strange behavior was too obvious this time, and no one would believe him even if he said he didn't know about the "Secret Angel".

"A very ancient existence..." Linn suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was really thinking about something.

Klein quickly wrote down this knowledge point. Although he didn't know who this "Secret Angel" was, he felt that this kind of knowledge might be useful in the future.

Leonard thought of something and asked, "Lynn, where is the ancient book you mentioned? Can it still be found?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. That ancient book was lost due to some accidents a long, long time ago..." Lin En shook his head, showing a regretful expression.

Leonard and Klein suddenly felt a little pity.

"However, although the ancient book cannot be found, since the Secret Angel is real, it means that the blasphemous chess piece may also be real..." Lin En said, picking up a chess piece on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "Maybe one day we will encounter a real blasphemy game!"

Meanwhile, at the campfire of the Second Age.

Lin suddenly raised his head and looked at Saslier, who never forgot to correct documents even when he was on a business trip. While correcting documents, he was waiting for the most appropriate moment to take action. He raised his hand and said, "Saslier, I heard that there is a legend. The Tablet of Blasphemy is in your hands, right?"

Saslier's movement paused, and then he looked up at Linn and said with a gentle smile: "I do have the Blasphemy Slate in my hand. What's wrong?"

"Can you let me have a look?" Lin En said directly, what stood out was his straightforwardness and sincerity.

Of course, the reason why Lin En dared to make such a request directly was because of his special status and young age.

He expected that even if this request was not granted, it would not have any bad impact.

Saslier was stunned for a moment, obviously shocked by Linn's frankness, but he still shook his head and said with a slightly apologetic expression: "...I'm sorry, Sothos, I can't let him go without the Lord's command. You read the tablets of blasphemy.”

Ah, it was rejected as expected.

Lin En, who was not surprised at all, then sighed and said with a rather disappointed expression: "Oh."

This made Sasril's expression look a little helpless. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: "But if Sotos you want to know the formula for the subsequent magic potion of the Hermit Path, I can directly Transcribed for you."

After a pause, Saslier looked at Medici next to him and said, "If you need it, Medici, I can also copy the magic potion formula of the Red Priest Path to you."

"Thank you Sasril, but I still hope to take a look at the desecrated slate..." Linn immediately changed his expression, completely losing the disappointed look just now.

Although it was a pity for him not to be able to see the desecrated slate, it was acceptable to Linn to be able to obtain the formula behind it for free.

This Sichuan Opera expression made Saslier's smile become more helpless. However, he had long accepted the fact that his two children were naughty children. He said nothing more and continued to correct the documents.

The night is still long.

While Sasril was waiting, in the kingdom of elves, there was a huge palace that seemed to be made of coral.

"What exactly does Lilith want to do? Why did she take the initiative to provoke Fregla and Kwashtun..."

The Elf King Suniyasolem sits on a throne that seems to be made of pure electric light. His ears are pointed and towering, the contours of his face are softer, his hair is thick, black and blue are intertwined with each other, and his facial features are not only beautiful to look at alone. They are outstanding and even more handsome when combined together.

However, He intuitively gives people a sense of violence. This violence is not purely cold-blooded and cruel, but more like impatience and violence. It seems that the Elf King Sunya Solem can fight with people as long as he disagrees with him.