Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin worked in his newly built studio from the dark of the Mexican night until dawn.

At this time, the glass roof effect was achieved, the sunlight shone on the top of the mountain, and the studio was bright.

Zhao Chuanxin turned off more than a dozen lights.

He stretched and went to the white house.

The Chihuahua ran over happily, tilted its head back, waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to feed it, its tail twirling.

Zhao Chuanxin had basically forgotten about it. He patted his head and went to the kitchen to look around, but there weren't many ready-made ingredients.

He took a piece of cactus and a sweet potato and put them in the pot to steam.

Just at this time, Aguilei Ida woke up. Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the meat on the chopping board and a Cao Zhengxing kitchen knife and said, "Go, chop the meat into stuffing."

Aguilera Ida was half-drowsy, but he forced himself to pick up the knife and start chopping.

"oops."

Because he didn't know how to use a kitchen knife and was tired, he cut his finger and it bled.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the salivating Chihuahua and said, "You are in luck. Today I can add some meat to fill your teeth."

Aguilera Ida: "..."

After the sweet potatoes and cactus were steamed, Zhao Chuanxin mashed them, and Aguile Ida also chopped the meat. Zhao Chuanxin mixed some cornmeal into it, added some olive oil, kneaded it into a ball, and put it in the pot to continue steaming.

Aguilera Ida said, "Ah, it smells so good."

"Well, you'll eat the same thing as the dog later."

Aguilera Ida didn't care.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that people here eat cactus, but he didn't know whether dogs could eat it.

What the hell?

After steaming, Aguilera Ida ate the strange hybrid dumpling with the Chihuahua.

Both the man and the dog devoured the food.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at them strangely: "I hope nothing will happen to them."

But the question is, is it really that delicious?

Zhao Chuanxin smelled it and his face was full of disgust.

He made himself a plate of authentic soy sauce fried rice.

Aguire Ida rubbed his stomach and looked at the delicious soy sauce fried rice: "Actually, I can eat more."

Zhao Chuanxin ate slowly and said calmly, "Actually, you should get to work."

Aguilera Ida: "..."

He said, "Don John Constantine, Miguel Esteban came yesterday before sunset and, noticing you were not there, asked me to express my gratitude. Are you--"

As he said this, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

After all, he saw the scene where Zhao Chuanxin killed the group of rural cavalry patrols without even blinking an eye.

Salvador Humberto was just one of Urquidi Gómez's men, a mere thug under Camilo Torric, no more formidable than the Rural Patrol.

He believed that it would be easier for Zhao Chuanxin to kill Salvador Humberto.

But he didn't hear any gunshots yesterday.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out an exquisite short sword with a clang: "Young man, you know too much."

Aguilera Ida was shocked: "Don John Constantine, please don't kill me to silence me."

"You know too much, but you don't work. You just talk nonsense here. You should know that we don't support idle people here."

"I work, I work." Aguirre Ida was very active, but before he went to the stable, he muttered, "It's really troublesome. So many cavalry policemen died, and Salvador died. We have offended everyone. I hope nothing will happen next time."

Zhao Chuanxin had just sheathed his sword when he suddenly felt that he might have done it too early.

Damn crow's mouth.

The wind was very strong in February, which caused a lot of trouble for Aguilera Ida's homework.

He found it difficult to lift a board, let alone hammer in nails.

And in the direction from which the wind was blowing, that is, in Cholula, Obregón was lying in bed recovering from his injuries.

He was whistling a song called "Little Wild Dove," the tune of which was too lascivious to be worthy of performance.

His wife sat nearby, starching the cuffs of his clothes to make them more durable.

They also have an old maid who helps with washing and cleaning, and they live a very comfortable life.

At this time, Salcedo Antonio's wife came to the door and said, "Obregón, you asked Salcedo to do you a favor, but he has been out for a few days and hasn't come home yet! Did the strong wind blow him to Veracruz?"

Obregon was surprised: "What? You haven't come back yet?"

Salcedo Antonio's wife asked anxiously, "What on earth did you ask him to do for you? I heard that no one who went with him ever came back."

Obregon frowned, but did not answer directly. Instead, he said, "Go back first. Don't worry. I'll send someone to look for him. Don't worry. No one dares to mess with us, the cavalry patrol police, here."

After coaxing the other party away, Obregon asked his wife to find someone and went to Quetzalán to find Urquidi Gómez.

After Urquidi Gomez received the news, he was about to take action when he was summoned by Camilo Torric.

Camilo Torick was in high spirits and said to him, "The governor will be here in a few days. During this time, don't cause any trouble and focus on entertaining the governor."

Urquidi Gomez opened his mouth and swallowed his words.

When he came out of the landlord's hacienda, one of his men said to him, "Urquidi, Salvador Humberto went to Miguel Esteban's house to ask for land, and he hasn't come back yet. What should we do?"

Urquidi Gomez gritted his teeth and said, "Damn country bumpkins, they don't know what's good for them. Don Camilo Torric has not allowed me to act rashly recently. Let's wait until the governor leaves and settle accounts with these people."

……

Zhao Chuanxin was hesitating whether to practice runes with the advanced method given by the old emperor.

Xingyue gave him an analysis: "Mastering runes requires talent. Obviously, you don't have this talent. You can't even master one of the four runes. So you need a starting point. After all, there are more runes in the Cursed Desert."

Xingyue's words made Zhao Chuanxin make up his mind.

He followed the method of advancement and first practiced the Light Blade Rune.

The way to advance is to simplify the runes, and gradually improve them like adding fingerprints.

After working for a long time, Zhao Chuanxin was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't move forward on this road.

Xingyue said: "Don't worry, you are used to painting, which is the biggest obstacle for you to practice runes. Runes are three-dimensional. According to what you said, it is not two-dimensional, nor three-dimensional, it is a four-dimensional graphic."

This is the benefit of having a learning assistant who is proficient in the civilizations of both worlds.

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the stars and the moon presented on his glasses, a four-dimensional picture virtualized by a two-dimensional plane.

The pattern gradually took shape in my mind.

But just as it is difficult for a person living in a three-dimensional world to figure out how the Klein bottle has an unoriented plane.

When I was in school, the teacher said that a fly can fly directly from the inside of a bottle to the outside without having to pass through the surface of the bottle because there is no distinction between inside and outside.

At that time, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the drawn Klein bottle. No matter how he simulated it, he felt that the fly was trapped in a dead end instead of flying directly out.