Chapter 555 The Fog Is Thick, Deciding the Direction

a century ago,

1916.

The world is actually older than you think,

The things you take for granted may fade away in a hundred years as the wheel of history turns forward, and the world will regress and return to a look you don't recognize at all.

Like old photos full of color in black and white film, exuding a dusty smell of time.

But it is still vast,

It is called the 'Far East' by people who don't know the name. The revolution that broke out four years ago ended the feudal monarchy with a history of more than 2,000 years. The person who stole the fruits of the revolution just died of illness this year. Warlords and factions are fighting in chaos. The blood and thoughts of the martyrs evolved vigorously on that land,

The same is true on this land. The influence of the second industrial revolution still remains. The further growth of productivity also brings the contradictions of unbalanced development of capitalism. The hegemon that never sets on the sun begins to decline and is replaced by the one entrenched in Europe. The ambitious country in the center provoked the first world war.

But it is also small,

There are several staggered earth and stone streets, more than 20 simple-looking houses, some with small signs, wells for drawing water, wooden fences for livestock, and farm tools.

On the yellowing grass of the pasture, there are empty carriages piled with hay, old windmills on the edge of the river, and further away are roads that extend to unknown places and golden wheat fields with no visible edges...

Fangran was floating in the air, the hem of his damaged windbreaker fluttering slightly. It looked different from the background knowledge in the history textbooks that he recalled in his mind.

This village named ‘Il’ fell into a quiet sleep in the closing dusk.

Looking at the gradually darkening village, the houses are closed one after another, and the roads with no street lights are full of darkness. The glory brought by the second industrial revolution has not affected this small village. There are only a few hangings. The old kerosene lamp could only emit an old, dim light.

Without lights, people actually go to bed as the sun sets.

It is obviously a simple truth, but it makes the participants who are active in the bustling sea of ​​lights in the city a little confused.

He controlled his speed and slowly lowered his height, flying towards a house at the edge of the village... No, maybe it couldn't be said to be a house.

Dark, charred wooden pillars and some burnt remains were stacked on top of each other. There was nothing left except broken walls. The house seemed to have experienced a fire before it was reduced to ruins.

Fangran stepped on the highest roof beam, with the [Fantasy Card] still hiding his figure, watching the petite figure coming back from the nearest stream,

Her light blond hair was still wet, and so were the strips of cloth on her hands and feet, but the dust and fatigue from a day's washing seemed to make her expressionless face become more lively.

With brisk footsteps like a nimble cat, he carefully walked through several streets and houses and came to the pile of ruins. He looked around vigilantly and saw that there was no one around.

Then he moved away a piece of broken rubble, revealing the dark hole, and slowly climbed in.

Where the kitchen was originally, the stove and the collapsed roof seemed to form a small space. Although it was difficult to sit up or even turn over, it was just big enough for her to lie down.

This is her home.

Haiji was jumping near the entrance of the cave, and his dark eyes suddenly saw her carefully hiding half a piece of dry black bread and a few shriveled fruits into the furnace wall.

Fangran knew that was her day's salary.

From watching her thank her and leave in the stable early in the morning, until now, Fangran has been silently observing from behind.

For a whole morning, she helped the couple on the ranch fetch water to feed the horses, and went to the livestock pen to do various chores that were not easy for her at this age, and only then did she get a piece of hard brown bread.

Then she ran into the nearby woods, where she could find food during the harvest season.

Then it wasn't until evening that she emerged from the bushes and returned to the only simple tavern in the village to serve the men who came back from doing farm work in the fields.

Holding the crude wine, I waited for them to clean up after they left, and then changed to another piece of bread.

But this time she only ate half of it.

She blocked the hole she had drilled in with some hay, shrank her body and burrowed into the remaining hay. She slowly closed her eyes and told herself that she must wake up before dawn to help draw water from the pasture. Soon and fell asleep.

Then the dark figure fell gently from the beams,

I tapped the collapsed roof and let it float silently.

Like opening a bird's nest, I saw Ling curled up with her petite body and sleeping in the hay.

She was sleeping like a weak chick in a bird's nest.

Fangran slowly landed next to her without making any movement. He held his hands in front of his chest, and the [Sleep Card] turned into light spots and dissipated.

The girl huddled in the hay finally relaxed her body this time, no longer huddled up and took a shallow breath.

Even though he knew she wouldn't wake up, Fangran still took off his coat gently. He took off his badge for fear of scratching the girl, cleaned up the hay that was definitely uncomfortable on his body, and covered her carefully. Body,

Even though it has a lot of damage, this expensive windbreaker is still a qualified quilt.

Then the heart lit up, and a pillow appeared in Fangran's hand, replacing the small pile of messy hay tied with braided straw rope.

The sleeping girl seemed to feel the softness and warmth, and her peaceful sleeping face seemed as cute as melting.

After doing this, Fangran leaned quietly against the wall beside her. From this angle, he saw that there was only half a piece of black bread and a small pile of shriveled fruits in the furnace wall. Some of them even started to rot because of too long.

It looks like a stockpile of food for the coming winter.

These are probably all the things Ling owns at the moment.

An inexplicable sense of bitterness rushed into his heart, making Fangran feel a little silent and distressed.

I really don't know anything about Ling...

-'Meeting you was just an unlucky accident, I am someone who has nothing to do with you'-

The voice of the girl on the ice sea seemed to be echoing in his ears. Fangran looked at the girl beside him who was sleeping peacefully and dreamed of something, feeling slightly sad.

He ran to the North Pole and thought about taking responsibility for his own mistakes, but in fact, things about Ling...

I don't know anything.

Fangran raised his head and looked at the horizon, where the last bit of light slowly disappeared.

At the moment when the sky completely turned into night, the scene belonging to the participants finally emerged in front of them!

[You have entered the time inheritance scene]

[Space Node: Po River Plain, Italy]

[Time node: 1916]

[Remaining time of time inheritance: unknown]

Among all the experience scenes, the system interface is the shortest, with no mission objectives, descriptions and rewards. The enigmatic scene introduction gives Fangran a feeling of mist.

time....

The last prayer he made while sinking in the sea of ​​ice vaguely remained in his mind. At that time, he had no choice but to pray for the power of the scene.

But it actually started the scene! ?

When you need it most?

Actually giving him time to wake up is not the end?

It was as if there was something behind the scenes, even clearer than the feeling of losing my heart.

Fangran felt a coincidence of fate.

The timing is too coincidental, the scene can travel through time, the description has no mission goal and even the remaining time is unknown...

What exactly do you want to do in this time inheritance scene?

and...

Fangran looked at Ling who was sleeping peacefully again. There were a few strands of hair hanging down on her pitiful sleeping face. At this moment, she was not the powerful night angel.

She's just a soft, petite girl who can't even protect herself and has to work all day just to get enough food to survive. It makes people feel so distressed that they want to hug her tightly.

What happened between Ling and Nightless Palace? Why did that light and shadow appear in person? Why did Iceland never appear again thirty years ago and only the soul projection remained?

And what about Ling’s parents? Why does Ling live such a life alone?

One mystery after another arises in Fangran's heart at night in a village in Italy at the beginning of the 20th century.

It seems that they are all buried in this century.

The button to exit the scene is in the corner of the interface. As long as he presses it, he can return to the battlefield on the ice sea. The coma time has given his spirit enough rest.

He has obtained sufficient buffer time and will not fall into coma after leaving the scene. If he activates the [Shadow Card], he should still be able to move his body again.

We must go back, we must go to Ling's side!

At the moment when countless thoughts came out of my mind, light emerged, the pages of the book were turned, and the last straight page emerged from the golden rectangular card!

Fangran looked at the Clow card that suddenly awakened in his hand. The pattern on the card was of a woman with long elf ears and long hair covering her body.

【THMIST】

[Symbol: Determine the situation and decide the direction]

[Introduction: Magic with fog and corrosiveness]

To judge the situation and decide the direction...

Fangran looked at the awakened [Fog Card] in his hand and thought to himself, then remained silent for an unknown length of time before finally making a decision.

He looked at the girl sleeping peacefully next to him, gently lifted up the few strands of her hair that were hanging down, and said softly:

"Today is the last day..."

...

....

The sun seemed to be shining brightly in the bright morning, and the crisp chirping of birds kept ringing in her ears. The warm sunshine in the golden autumn morning shone in, and the slightly warm feeling on her face made Ling feel comfortable and let out a lazy dream.

There was softness in her ears, and the warm feeling in the quilt made her bury her face, and she didn't want to get up...

Buzz—!

But when she suddenly realized something was wrong with a buzz in her mind, the girl sat up suddenly!

She doesn't have a quilt! You shouldn’t feel the warmth either!

what happened! ?

Suddenly awakened from her hazy sleep, Ling instinctively shrank her body. When she instinctively came up with the terrible idea that she didn't get up before dawn today and it would be too late to work on the ranch, what she saw in shock was...

The expensive-looking black coat covering him, the extra pillow, and the disappearing roof, where he could see the clear autumn sky...

The first thing Ling thought of was to check the food she had placed on the stove wall.

After seeing that the black bread and tree fruits were still there, she breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped herself in the 'quilt', and cautiously and inexplicably walked out of her home.

Not understanding what happened, the moment she saw the roof that even five or six farmers could hardly lift was thrown on the grass nearby, Ling stood there in a daze, and suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell wafting over. ,

Then she heard the warm and familiar voice of the young man behind her, greeting her.

"Hey! Ling, you're awake!"

Huo Ran turned around and grasped the black windbreaker that she was wearing tightly. What Ling saw was sitting on a rock, wearing a clean white shirt, suit trousers and leather boots that only rich people have.

The young man who was roasting a fish he caught from nowhere on a small flame smiled at himself and waved.