Chapter 297 The Land of God’s Abandoned

Author: You Dixunzong

Chapter 297 The Land of God’s Abandoned

Leonard also discovered Mobert as he watched Leonard.

The main reason is that this person's outfit is really strange, and it is difficult to not notice it.

He wore a pointed and hard black hat, and the buttons of the jacket were up and down, chaotic, neither symmetrical nor coordinated. In addition, the pointed leather boots he wore were raised high, quite like a clown in a circus.

Although this man has a pretty good face, flax hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, even if he sits, he gives people a sense of arrogantness.

This extremely inconsistent dressing style reminded Leonard of the Quaternary period. Whether it was the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, or the Trenzoster Empire, they all advocated asymmetric beauty, characterized by contrary to common sense, messy and asymmetry, and love for black.

It is also because of this, so Leonard's first impression of him was: a fan of Quaternary history.

But at this time, his slightly surprised old voice sounded:

"How could it be him? How could he be alive?"

"Who is he? The old man's acquaintance?"

Leonard looked slightly moved, ready to leave first, and then ask the old man what he wanted.

But at this moment, the voice in his mind sounded again:

"Ask him what his name is."

Leonard Mitchell asked quietly:

"Sir, what's your name?"

Mobert Soroasde has been watching the young man with green eyes in front of him. He heard him ask him actively and smiled:

"Mobert Soroasde."

Leonard's expression moved slightly, and he was about to continue asking questions, and the old voice in his mind sounded again:

"Take him out of the church and find a quiet place, and I want to have a good chat with him."

Leonard could hear the remembrance and complex tone in the old voice. He hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. He just made a vague gesture to Mobert and turned around and walked out of the church.

Mobert looked at the direction where Leonard left thoughtfully, and after thinking about it, he followed.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard walked through the square where there were a large number of white doves. As if he had not noticed that there was still a man behind him, he stopped in the square and fed the white doves for several minutes.

After finishing all this, he turned around and left and walked into the private room of a nearby cafe.

The man who had been following him slowly followed. Shortly after Leonard entered the private room, he slowly opened the door of the private room and walked in.

As soon as Mobert entered the private room, he smiled and said hello in a relaxed tone:

"Oh, old man, you are still alive."

While talking, he sat opposite Leonard, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Old man?"

Leonard's eyes flashed slightly. Why did he call the old man?

A slightly self-deprecating old voice rang in the private room:

"I am also an angel of Sequence 1, so how can I die so easily?"

"But you, I remember when you disappeared, the Solomon Empire had not yet been destroyed. How did you live until now?"

"Living to this day? Is he the 'ancient people' from the Solomon Empire to the present day?"

Leonard's heart was filled with storms. He could survive from the Fourth Age until now, and he had to be a demigod! He had to be a demigod who had a very long life. Even an ordinary demigod could not live for so long.

"It's a long story."

Mobert touched his chin, as if thinking about how to explain his situation.

"Then let's talk a long story."

"Okay."

Faced with the impatient urging of the old voice, Mobert shrugged:

"Simply put, I got a book, "The Travels of Grossel". I don't know who created it and what the purpose of creating it was. I only know that I was sucked in by it after I had long held it, and I have been living in that book since then."

"And I have a few friends who have the same experience as me, who have come from different times and are sucked in by the book. The purpose of our gathering is to defeat an enemy in the book, a frost dragon."

"Just a while ago, a few more friends entered this book. With their help, we successfully killed the frost dragon and successfully escaped from the world in that book."

The old voice keenly captured the loopholes in his words and said in a deep voice:

"Even if you leave that book, how did you survive?"

"You should die of old age when you leave that book!"

Mobert smiled and said:

"As much as we stay in the book for too long, in theory, we will turn into powder under the erosion of time at the moment of leaving. But someone saved us at the price of believing in someone's existence."

The old man's voice fell silent, as if he had accepted this remark.

A god is indeed capable of saving them from the power of time.

Even if it is not a god, many angels can do this, such as himself. He can completely steal enough time to graft on Mobert, so that he can survive the erosion of time.

It's a pity that he was not at the scene at that time.

He did not ask about the details at that time, nor did he ask who the existence was, with a hint of relief in his old voice:

"It's good, at least I'm still alive."

"Yes, at least still alive."

Mobert's expression was complicated, but he did not agree with this sentence.

Living is already the greatest luck, so why bother to ask for more?

After waiting for a while, Mobert asked:

"Where are the other members of the family?"

The old voice laughed at himself:

"I've all become like this, what do you think?"

Mobert raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"That is to say, there are only two of us left now?"

"Then it seems that the responsibility of continuing the family will still fall on me!"

The old voice said without commenting on this:

"Amon has been looking for me, and his clone has been looking for and devouring the extraordinary people who are the thieves. You are both the thieves and the only remaining bloodline of the Soloyasde family. It is easy to be targeted by him, be careful."

Mobert's expression was a bit weird:

"I thought you would say you would not worry, you would come to save me."

"Save you?"

The old voice sneered:

"Why do you think I'm at this point? Even in his heyday, I was no match for Him, and it's even more impossible now. If it were just yourself, maybe there might be a chance to escape. Once Him finds me nearby, we both will die!"

Mobert thought something and then spoke:

"I need a potion recipe for Sequence 4."

Whether it is to protect yourself under Amon's pursuit or to revitalize the family next, it requires strong strength to support it. Sequence 5 alone is far from enough, at least it must be Sequence 4.

The old voice was not surprising, and he stuffed a memory to Mobert and said coldly:

"Unworthy descendants, you know that they will benefit when they meet, and you don't know how to care about the elderly at all. Get out of here."

Mobert sensed the memories in his mind, shrugged and said nothing, and got up and left:

"Old man, take care of yourself."

"Get out, I feel upset when I look at you."

The old voice sneered repeatedly.

Click!

Mobert opened the door of the private room and quickly disappeared within Leonard's perception.

Leonard, who had been sitting quietly aside before, asked cautiously:

"So, what the hell is going on?"

The old voice seemed to be filled with a hint of relief:

"He is a descendant of me. He disappeared after a large-scale war. I originally thought he was killed by Amon or Jacob, so I couldn't tell the murderer... Now it seems that things are not that simple."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, at least people are still alive."
To be continued...