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The depths of time in the multiverse.
A corner that does not exist in the present world or history.
There is a small wooden house that smells of decay.
A butterfly flapped its wings and flew in from the unknown.
It passes through the bustling kitchen.
There were geckos crawling slowly on the ceiling.
In the corners are green spider webs.
The weaver himself is nowhere to be found.
On the marble table below.
The knives and forks seemed like little people arguing fiercely.
The butterfly paused here for a moment.
Then he passed through the gap and went through the back door of the kitchen.
Go around a narrow and dark corridor.
Walking through the cramped, trash-filled living room.
It finally arrived at its destination.
The northeast corner of the cabin.
A place that can be tentatively called a "study room".
It is said to be a study.
There is actually less than 2 square meters of space here.
A nanmu desk takes up a considerable amount of space.
On the desk.
A tall old man is writing furiously.
The butterfly quietly rested on the tip of the old man's pen.
The latter's actions did not pause because of this.
Instead, it speeds up the writing process.
The words written by the dark red feather pen on the yellow-brown paper will soon disappear.
The butterfly flapped its wings.
I only saw the last few lines -
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"· Ability to teleport over extremely long distances (suspected to be unlimited; beware)
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·The God of Falling Thorn (Suspected to have sufficient resurrection times; be highly alert)
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· Clone (average strength; be careful)
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Kill without mercy (suspected to be unlimited and repeatedly enhanced expertise/high alert)
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That’s all.
The quill paused slightly.
It just hangs there.
Until all the writing is gone.
The old man was ready to continue writing.
But the butterfly no longer had the patience to wait.
It flew up gracefully.
The posture is elegant.
But the voice coming from the butterfly's belly was extremely frantic:
"You are too cautious, old man!"
The old man put down his quill with a little tiredness.
He rubbed his temple with his right hand.
The voice was calm and steady:
"I've already lost a while ago."
"He may be the most terrible enemy I have ever met in my life."
"It's never wrong to be cautious."
Butterfly sneered:
"It's not too late to beg for mercy, Constantine."
"Get down on your knees and lick Roger's toes, and maybe he'll spare your life."
"Or, you can choose to hide away forever. After all, this house is nice, isn't it?"
The old man sighed softly.
He didn't say much.
But his determined eyes undoubtedly revealed his thoughts at the moment.
Then the butterfly also calmed down.
After a while.
Constantine said seriously:
“We should take a long-term view.”
"This time, our opponent never plays by the rules. His actions ruined our plans. To be honest, I have no idea what he is thinking. He seems like a novice gambler who plays his cards as he pleases."
The butterfly said unhappily:
"Wouldn't it be easy for us to deal with novice gamblers?"
The old man shook his head and said:
"But he is not."
"He just looks like."
"I have a feeling that while we are testing the enemy's playing habits and inertial thinking, he is also trying to figure out ours... and his level of thinking may be higher than ours."
"This isn't a difference in IQ, it's more like a talent... or expertise. Damn it, Roger has too many expertise to count. This guy is simply an expertise dealer!"
Talking and talking.
Constantine's tone was also a little irritated.
However, he suppressed his emotions and advised calmly:
"Listen!"
"We should take a long-term view!"
"At least in the short term, we all have to stay away from Roger!"
The old man's proposal was met with scorn from the butterfly.
Seems to be due to rage.
The butterfly's wings also turned pitch black.
He yelled hysterically:
"I'm not hiding from that guy!"
"That's a cowardly act!"
"I'm going to kill him!"
"You have to help me, Constantine!"
"I shouldn't be someone else's shadow!"
The butterfly fluttered up and down impatiently.
But Constantine fell silent.
He sat there in silence.
Like a stone sculpture.
"I don't have much time..."
The butterfly re-perched on the tip of the quill:
"You have to show courage, just like we did against those mages."
"Besides, don't forget, even if you can hide in this little house, if I die, he might be able to find this place by following the clues !"
"A mysterious hut that is detached from the present world and history. There is no way a greedy person like him would let it go!"
Constantine's tone was slightly colder:
"Are you threatening me?"
"No I didn't, I was just stating the facts."
Butterfly instigated in a frantic tone:
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"His reputation in the material world is ridiculously good.
But one thing is well known.
He is a very cautious person...
so.
Give up your fantasies.
Constantine!
Am I not your most proud child?
No father would refuse to save his child, right?"
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After listening to this passage.
Constantine pondered and asked:
"How do you want help?"
"Mask of the Goddess of Calamity, Portal to the White Plains, and Dagger of the No Returner."
Butterfly answered very quickly.
Constantine's mouth curled up slightly.
The wrinkles on his face became more distinct and dense because of this dry smile:
"As soon as he opened his mouth, he mentioned three and a half artifacts."
"On Greed."
"You are indeed on par with Roger."
Butterfly said indifferently:
"If treasures are not created to be stained with blood, then their existence is meaningless."
"You were willing to give the Azure Oath to Roger, so you won't feel bad about giving it to me, right?"
The old man shook his head and said:
"The best I can do is lend you the portal."
"The dangers of masks and daggers are so great that it is difficult to grasp the right balance."
Butterfly laughed and said:
"Don't be so mysterious, old man."
“I want them all!”
"Whether you give it to me or not, I will go to Roger to fight to the death. You should understand the pros and cons."
Constantine still shook his head.
Butterfly immediately started cursing wildly on the table.
The wording is as ugly as it can be.
But Constantine was completely indifferent.
He just sat there quietly.
Looking coldly at the Killing Mask that transformed into a butterfly.
Suddenly.
His ears moved slightly.
On the table.
A golden eyeball quietly appeared.
at the same time.
A sharp voice followed:
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"The latest intelligence."
"Roger has returned to the living world."
"He has once again disrupted our deployment."
"What shall we do, Master?"
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Constantine frowned deeply.
"He's playing a trick on you."
"You let him know that he is the one who has the upper hand..."
"You don't want to be the most cowardly immortal in the history of Mystra, do you? "
Butterfly took the opportunity to fan the flames.
The gilded eye glanced at it.
No words.
The study became quiet.
A moment later.
Constantine's voice came:
"Take it to the treasure house."
"Take three semi-artifacts and remember to sign a lease agreement."
He paused.
Probably switching the target of the conversation:
"The premise is that I have to use a delayed effect of "No Trace" on you. I can't risk being exposed here and help you deal with such a terrible enemy."
Hear this.
Killer Mask couldn't help but sneered:
"You really want to stay here forever!"
"It doesn't matter what kind of spell it is, after this, I don't want to go into this kind of hellhole again. You don't even know what I encountered when I just came in..."
The gossip gradually stopped.
After a short rest.
The butterfly, whose wings had become so black that they seemed to be dripping with ink, flew away from here again through the gap in the hut.
A corner of the kitchen.
The fight between the knife and fork men changed from fencing to tug-of-war.
Not long.
The butterfly flew out of the cabin completely.
When passing by the door number.
It paused for a moment.
Then it completely disappeared in the colorful colors outside the house.
The wind blew.
The wooden doorplate shook.
There is a line of ancient text and a line of newer annotations on it -
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"The Wooden House in Moonlight Glade (Owner: Ou/Pandora)"
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"Asgard Mark: Former Residence of the Gods"
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"Copying a person is quite interesting!"
"If I transform into the Red Moon and let the Ghost King hold me up and chop people, not only can I change my position at any time, but I can also completely confuse the opponent..."
"I don't know if it hurts when I chop someone!"
Quickly sense the power of the new position.
Roger's mood also became cheerful.
Compared to those mysterious persons.
The characteristics and uses of the replica person are very simple and clear.
One word.
copy!
Many of the powers of this Person require the use of special media to accomplish their work.
This medium can be any carrier that has the ability to record information.
reel.
Stubborn stone.
Ancient bamboo.
All of these are fine.
certainly.
From the perspective of practicality and cost-effectiveness.
Scrolls are still the best option.
Therefore, the character itself comes with the skill of making various scrolls.
These skills can help Roger record information, data and templates of his targets.
Thus performing "Disguiser" and "Dead Object Transformation".
The practical value of these two specialties is extremely high.
And it's very fast.
Roger realized that even if he did not use these two specialties directly.
You can also use the power of the copy position to obtain the target's data!
at this point.
It is even more powerful than the combined effect of "Qi Gazing + Upgraded Perception + Absolute Insight".
After all, only by knowing both yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.
The existence of the information scroll gives Roger the opportunity to steal the enemy's data.
The fight hasn't started yet.
Roger saw through the other person's underwear.
The outcome of the battle is naturally self-evident.
certainly.
The appearance of the replica also sounded a wake-up call for Roger.
Even if Constantine did not have such a person.
There may be similar forces.
Combined with his previous abnormal behavior.
The other party is most likely collecting your information!
in this regard.
Roger was actually always at a disadvantage.
His advantage is that he is always improving.
And the speed is not slow.
With the help of abilities such as "Qi Condensation Technique".
Roger's current information is difficult to leak directly.
If Constantine wanted to understand Roger bit by bit.
Then he will have to pay a heavy price.
Relative.
Roger was not sure how profound the background of an immortal alchemist was.
After all, the opponent can even use semi-artifacts as traps!
This amount of money really surprised Roger, who has always been frugal.
therefore.
Roger was actually prepared for a long-term battle with Constantine.
But that doesn't mean he will choose a more conservative strategy.
Quite the opposite.
He wanted to tear a hole in Constantine's heart in a short period of time.
And the best person to make that breakthrough.
Naturally, only the Killing Mask was left.
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Come back to your senses.
The rapid switching of scenes has been completed.
When returning to the main material world.
Roger and Ripley appeared in a valley some distance away from Wildfire City.
This was a significant deviation from the coordinates he had previously determined through the time scroll.
This shows that during the days when Roger was away.
Mystra expanded violently again!
No further words needed.
The two of them explored the situation separately.
Roger moved as lightly as a swallow and found a hilltop to overlook the view.
This sight gave me a surprise.
In Roger's perception.
Although they have offset their original coordinates.
But it should also be in the mountains and forests near Wildfire City.
But the scene before him was completely different from what Roger remembered.
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Southwest of the mountains.
The originally bumpy hills and mountains have turned into a vast super plain that can be seen at a glance.
On the plains stand many populated city-states!
From east to west.
Three parallel rivers hang above the plain like white belts.
Land along the river.
The scattered cities and villages are clearly visible.
In the countryside.
There are many castles.
Various manors are inlaid between city-states like puzzle pieces.
It all comes together.
It is like a very beautiful pastoral painting !
The picture is so beautiful that it is breathtaking.
The southern continent of Mixing was originally a sparsely populated area.
Suddenly it became a gathering place with at least hundreds of thousands of people.
This contrast briefly disrupted Roger's thoughts.
He quickly used his perception authority.
Gather information quickly by exploring anomalies.
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"Upgraded Perception: You discovered the 'Returned Historical World (11th History)'"
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"You sensed 'Ruins: Far Overlook Town', 'Ruins: Owl Castle'..."
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"You realize that the historical world you have returned to is the 'Farlook Town World' that you have experienced in the Legacy of Time. This world is full of vitality and has traces of you..."
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"It turns out that Yuanwang Town has returned?"
"What about the Great Secret Realm and the Secret Key?"
"It was taken away by someone else?"
Roger let out a long breath.
Looking at the vast plain full of vitality at the foot of the mountain.
He felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.
The 11th historical world was the most prosperous world of human development he had ever seen.
This is definitely not his own achievement.
But at least it's related to him.
Thinking of the memories in the Legacy of Time.
Roger's heart tightened:
"The capital of Yuanwang Town has returned."
"That Mistra..."
As if to confirm his thoughts.
Next second.
His senses began to throb again!
on the data bar.
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"Upgraded Perception: You have discovered the 'Ether Witch'!"
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"She seems to be having a fierce competition with someone else!"
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"Insight: You discovered that the Ether Witch killed three Sons of Slaughter (subordinates of the Mask of Slaughter)!"
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In a village at the foot of the mountain.
Roger easily cancelled the somersault cloud.
He looked at the woman who looked exactly like Mistra with a complicated expression.
The latter looked at him with the same eyes.
"Why are you here?"
Roger asked.
The Ether Witch had already noticed his whereabouts.
Now.
She smoothed her hair.
Humming softly:
"Do I need to report to you when I return to my hometown?"
"Or do you really want me to call you in person..."
"……dad?"
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