Sir Silver nodded and said without hesitation: "When she was here, we got together and were so united. It is because she left us that the "Chronology" has meaning.
"Because we no longer have a 'king', we must unite to prevent each other from killing each other. We then live separately because we must never quarrel or be partial - you cannot support him.
, and I support her.
"But even so, if we are together, once mortals quarrel, it will eventually affect us... So after the rule of the 'Emperor' who can cover up the contradiction ends, we must separate. Until the arrival of the next Emperor
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"The contradictions between the righteous gods must be covered up with the conflicts between countries. Otherwise, the world will fall into huge chaos. 'The twelve righteous gods must unite as one.' This can be regarded as a tacit understanding between us.
"But even though she has left us, now that Annan is here - the result is still the same.
"You may not know that Annan has already contacted Endymion. Sooner or later he will start to rebuild the unified barrier - can you still stop him?"
"Endymion...the 'Son of the Sky Chariot' made by the Elf Emperor?"
The mysterious lady frowned: "Did you let him get in touch with you?"
"How could it be? He didn't come into contact with Noah. Endymion is in the middle of winter... not far from Hearth Mountain."
Sir Silver sighed: "That's why I said that she might have expected it. It was not a murder or a sudden death. She probably wanted to do something.
"I feel more and more that Annan might be her. Is it possible that... Shikodi has found her, but that guy wanted to give us a surprise or make a prank, so he changed her appearance and used Annan's
Can you regain your identity again?"
"What weird things are you talking about?"
The mysterious lady said unceremoniously: "Annan was not like this before he came to this world. His talent was noticed by the 'Shikodi' in another world and was shared with the 'Shikoti' in this world.
Ti'. She is just a bridge, don't always think that she is the mastermind behind the scenes."
"It's just a guess... I think those old guys didn't come because they simply didn't want to hear me say such weird things."
"As long as you know what's going on."
The mysterious lady complained: "Because I don't want to hear it either. Are you businessmen so slimy and hesitant? She did die or left this world back then. Annan and she are two completely different people.
.You must face this fact, otherwise your feelings for Annan will be like treating him as a substitute - just as hypocritical as your monocle."
"I actually know..."
"Okay, stop arguing, you two - I remember the ruler here should be called Count Felix, right?"
The faceless poet interrupted the increasingly explosive topic.
She ignored Sir Silver, just approached the mysterious lady and asked: "Should we go to see His Excellency the Earl first?"
The mysterious lady crossed her arms and shook her head, her long silver hair swaying cutely: "No need, let's go directly to Lushan.
"According to the information from Annan, there is another wizard directly involved in this matter. He is a student of the 'Eye of Delay', and he had already left the Howling Wind White Tower before the ritual of the man in the mirror was started.
"His father is an architect in the United Kingdom, and his mother is a painter of Noah. They are both followers of Javon. I think part of the reason why Javon did not come is to avoid suspicion."
"Hey...is the old man still so gentle?"
The faceless poet looked disgusted.
"I should say it's awkward. Old Pigeon has always been so gentle."
Sir Yin didn't care at all about the mysterious lady's words. He just showed his usual gentle and cheerful smile and said with a smile: "I said, you two will accompany me for a while... Ah Yao has already gone over and is on standby. He is better than the old man.
Pigeon is much more reliable and must have packed everything that needs to be cleaned up. We can just go and sweep the grave when the time comes."
"You actually asked us to play with you..."
The silver-haired girl sighed and pointed out the essence of the matter: "That's why they don't bother to come."
"Part of the reason. In fact, this can also be regarded as a gathering of old friends. We haven't gotten together once in hundreds of years, and after the elves are exterminated, the communication between us is actually just thinking about our old friends.
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"It's just a pity... Now it seems that even her remains can't bring us all together."
Sir Silver sighed: "I don't know if Annan will be able to do it in the future."
"Annan is definitely possible. Shikodi also likes him very much. She would choose to send Annan to this world, and she would definitely not let him die. Weren't you also dragged here by Shikodi back then?"
The mysterious lady said with unusual certainty: "So just as you believe in Shikodi, I also believe in Annan. My trust in Annan is just like that of Ananke."
"You're still talking about me, and your words are starting to get weird. Tianche and I don't have any strong feelings. We are just [partners]. But you regard Annan as your son. This is real."
Something is wrong."
Sir Silver looked disgusted: "Annan is not your mother, and you are not his mother - in the final analysis, you two have nothing to do with each other, right? Even Zhi Ji has a little relationship with him."
"But I personally changed his Heart of Winter. I also presided over his oblivion ceremony, and I helped resurrect this body."
The mysterious lady muttered dissatisfiedly: "This is the gift of reincarnation. Rounding things off, I can also be the god who is Annan's mother..."
"But Annan is taller than you."
"Isn't it normal for a son to be taller than his mother? He's not much taller."
"Also," the faceless poet reminded, "I haven't seen you again since Anan was resurrected. All his memories were sacrificed to Ananke... Can he still remember you?"
"——Long-winded!"
The mysterious lady whose guard was broken instantly became furious: "We could be friends back then, and we can be friends now! You just met him a few months before me, and it's just a puddle of black mud... Shoggoth, don't be too arrogant.
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"oops?"
The faceless poet smiled strangely, and his body suddenly shattered and turned into a pool of thick and turbid black mucus, which then gathered into a young girl who was only about 1.45 meters tall and wore long, satin-like black hair.
The upper half of her face was covered by a black crow mask, but the smile on her face was quite evil.
She made a sharp and bright childish voice: "I didn't know him like this, right? He watched me change from my real body to this appearance, and he didn't feel disgusted with me, right?
"It's you - among the gods of our generation, it seems that you are the only one whose mental age will always stay at sixteen, right? With Annan's mature psychology, maybe you are the one being taken care of?"
"What does that have to do with you! You're such a bad guy!"
The mysterious lady became angrier as she thought about it, and she couldn't help but reach out to grab Shoggoth.
The faceless poet laughed playfully and hid behind Sir Silver. Sir Silver had a helpless smile on his face.
But instead he seemed a little relaxed.
The gentle fake smile that always hung on his face has also faded a bit. But the feeling he gives people has actually become warmer.
--really.
Probably only the "Heavenly Car" can bring together gods with different identities, races, origins, and positions.
From this point of view, even if Annan is not her...then what difference does it make?
Sir Silver couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.