The last second was still the vast ocean, but the next second it became a hard and wet stone land... It was obvious that something happened in less than a second.

Before Ainsbilis could stand up, he subconsciously checked the black cat in his arms and the Osia on his back.

Black cat in Europe...

Europe!

The empty back made his heart fall into an ice cave.

"Godden!" Ansbilis roared.

"Meow." The black cat scratched his chest and bit out a letter from it reads;.

Ansbilis spread out quickly.

Dear Ansbilis:

I'm so glad that when you read this letter, it was not burned to ashes by your anger, so that the game could go on smoothly.

You must be full of questions now. Where has the blue sea gone, what tricks are I doing? Is my dear Osia safe, etc. Don't worry, let me answer you one by one.

First of all, the Red Sea is still a little pitiful person who is sandwiched between Africa and Asia. He has never gone anywhere, and the one who leaves is you.

Secondly, I did not use conspiracy, and this game is so upright. It is not an illusion or deception. You have indeed returned to a hundred and twenty-five years ago. I really envy you. If you are lucky, you can still see Van Gogh’s creation of "Portrait of Doctor Gasse" with your own eyes.

Finally, it is also your most concerned issue, the safety of Osia. This is closely related to the game mentioned above. If you can find the path within three months and go back to the present, that is, in 2015, you can reunite with Osia who is lying in a wooden house waiting for you. If you can't, you can probably only find his ashes from the burned ruins.

Although I would like to give you a hint about finding paths, you probably won’t believe it.

Okay, I'd better give you some tips, who made me so generous. The tip is, seal. Believe it or not.

Waiting for good news.

Your Gordon Supreme God

"One hundred and twenty-five years ago?"

Ansbilis sneered. He thought he would believe it?

The black cat jumped out of his arms and patroled around like a king patrolling the territory.

This is a dark and narrow alley. It just rained, and the eaves dripped with water, from the wall to the ground, everywhere we were wet. The night sky after the rain was clear and the moonlight was bright, just like what I saw on the Red Sea. The silver snow-like light sprinkled down, there were on the ground, on the shoes, and on the wooden barrel lids on the edge of the alley.

The door near the center of the alley was suddenly pushed open, and the noise exploded like a landmine.

A drunken blonde rushed out and vomited to the base of the wall. After a while, she turned around without avoiding suspicion, allowing her long skirt to drag the vomit to the other end of the alley.

Soon, the man wearing a gentleman's hat lowered his head and came out of the same door, looking around vigilantly, without even letting go of the gap behind the barrel. After about half a minute, he chased the blonde in the direction where the blonde left.

On the eaves of the wooden barrel he had looked at, a black cat and a bat sat shoulder to shoulder, both heading towards the direction where the two men left.

"You really believe this is the nineteenth century?"

"Meow."

"Isn't it Gordon's new trick after changing his skin?"

"Meow."

In fact, Ansbilis was convinced.

First, the world is too real, and it reaches every subtle detail. This is something Gordon cannot do. His skills cannot be refined into tiny creatures such as ants, moths, earthworms, etc.

First, he heard the cry of the black cat reads;.

He didn't forget that it was it that freed himself from his hallucinations the first two times.

The bat slowly grew taller, transformed into a human form, bent down and picked up the black cat: "Since you said that, I believe that he does have this ability. Now, we should find a place to live first... It's all pounds, and I don't know if the Egyptian pound can be used as pounds."

Of course, the Egyptian pound cannot be used as the British pound, especially the Egyptian pound more than a hundred years later, but Ansbilis still found an extremely comfortable residence - a villa in Osia.

The black cat stared at him all the way.

Ansbilis shrugged and said, "In the past hundred years, I have changed a lot of houses and suddenly forgot where I should live 'now'. Don't be so stingy. You have lived in a small cabin for so long, and you should treat me in a respectful way. Anyway, 'This year' you and I are not in Europe." His tone sank, "It's a pity that he only gave us three months, otherwise..."

A strange and bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was excited about it.

"If this is true, does it mean...we can change history?"

"It just so happens that there is a little bit of lucky water in my ring. Kill Gordon in advance. Maybe you can go back without a path! Because Gordon no longer exists more than a hundred years later, no one will send us back!"

He walked back and forth in the living room nervously, and said to himself excitedly: "I can also stop myself from making mistakes... One hundred and twenty-five years! It happened to be the day before you sealed. I want to see what day it is today!"

The black cat walked over gracefully with a note of paper.

Ansbilis saw it from afar and immediately turned around and stopped looking: "Don't come over. I think this idea is amazing and there is no need for any other advice!"

The black cat jumped to the coffee table and pushed the note over.

After a stalemate for a while, Ansbilis compromised and grabbed the letter paper with his own concession: "Whenever I think I have a good idea, you will pour cold water on it. Can't there be an exception once?"

The black cat lay on the coffee table, opened his eyes wide and looked at him innocently.

Ansbilis said: "Read information about reversing time and space? Are you worried that Gordon sets a trap? I don't think he has to worry at all...he will definitely do it."

The black cat seemed to want to say something, and she wanted to write something in a roll of tail, but she found that she didn't carry a pen, wanted to scratch her claws, and felt sorry for the Huanghuali tea table she bought, and her head was tangled around. It was still Ansbilis who couldn't see it and hugged it in his arms: "It's good enough to say it when he recovers from his human body tomorrow."

The black cat "meowed" and agreed to the decision.

Never expected--

When he woke up the next day, the black cat found that the blood in his body was full of strength, but he just couldn't transform.

Ansbilis was originally lying lazily on his side against the pillow, intending to appreciate his lover's naked and graceful figure. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the sun was snapping his butt, and the black cat was still a black cat.

"What's wrong?" He stretched out his index finger and teased the cat's chin.

The black cat fell on the bed and stopped moving.

Ansbilis sat up suddenly and hugged it nervously: "What the hell is wrong?"

...

The black cat was lying on the desk, slowly writing on the wooden board with its paws: it could not transform into reads;.

Ansbilis's face changed.

The black cat continues to write: imprisoned by some kind of spell.

Ansbilis remembered that the key to Gordon's letter was the seal and his face turned black.

Seeing that he was sadder than himself, the black cat cheered up instead and gently patted his back of his hand with his little paws.

Ansbilis punched the table, and after a while, he murmured to himself: "Do you really want to try bats and cats?"

Black Cat: "…"

No matter how sad and angry Ansbilis is, it cannot change their bad situation-

He was thrown back to London, England in 1890.

Osia cannot recover from human body for the time being, and can only be a black cat who can write.

In 2015, if you can't go back within three months, the part of the human body in Europe may be burned.

...

If there is anything worse than the above situation, it is probably because he finally returned to the past but nothing can be changed.

On the way to the British Blog Library, Ansbilis sincerely hoped that this "if" would not come true.

However, the reality is even more harsh than they thought. It is difficult to find a book in a library with tens of thousands of books that does not know what the title is, the author is, and the content is. What is even more difficult is that they do not even know whether the book exists.

In order to save time, Ansbilis directly hypnotized the administrator.

"Reversal of time and space? Only crazy novelists can think of it." The administrator said in a daze, "that is the power of God."

Ansbilis said: "…I want to know what powers God has."

“God can do everything.”

“…”

Finally, the hypnotized administrator introduced a religious library.

On the way to the trip, the black cat had a little idea. It scratched the word on the template that Ansbilis carried with him with claws: Angel.

Ansbilis understood: "You mean the one standing by the sea as a background board?"

The black cat nodded.

Ansbilis said: "Manipulating time is definitely not an ordinary ability. Even an angel cannot do anything. He only has a pair of wings and his status in heaven is definitely not high."

The black cat thinks it makes sense.

"But of the three people present, he is the most likely." Ansbilis said, "I don't want to have one of the two left."

Zophie, hum.

Gordon, haha!
Chapter completed!