"Yes, I can use the time gem. I did lie to you, but I can't do what you asked for."

"What? Why is this?"

"Because I don't want to do it."

"What?"

Stephen looked at the shocked mage Modu in front of him, and looked at Modu with a strange expression and thoughtful expression: "Do you know, what was thinking in my heart when I saw you?"

"What?"

"I'm wondering why all the pure little black in the world is dead, but why are you still alive?"

"you……"

"Have you not investigated me?"

"What?"

"It seems you really don't know."

Stephen looked at Modu in front of him with an inexplicable expression, and then formed a spell shield with his hands, and said in a faint tone: "I'm from Texas!"

Modu's eyes shrank directly.

Boom!

Stephen's magic shield directly blasted a hole, looking at Modu who was escaping from the attack range: "If Lincoln hadn't been lucky back then, history would have long been rewritten. Our South would have dominated everything and allowed the Federation to continue to be brilliant. It would not have given you slaves too much freedom over the years, causing you to even feel that freedom has become too hot."

Yes.

Although Stephen was a New Yorker, he was a Texas cowboy before coming to New York. Even Stephen's grandfather was still a former leader in the Southern Army. If it weren't for the fact that his grandfather had eaten something bad and caused him to get tired of his stomach on the battlefield, that battle might have changed the entire historical process.

But there is no history if the Northern Army wins, and then the Strange family's farm went bankrupt due to the slaves' failure to work, so that when it was Strange's turn, they needed a loan to go to medical school.

Back then, when the global gangster was cracking down on gangsters, Stephen and the others celebrated it in some place.

but……

These things cannot be said, and if it weren't for tonight, Stephen wouldn't even be able to say them.
Chapter completed!