In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

For one, I didn't want to cause too much tearing.

Everyone is still immersed in the passing of the previous anno, and the next anno will be born happily. This way of writing will cause a very big difference in perception. Therefore, the singularity chapter is the buffer zone I made.

Second, Anno, who has become a Heroic Spirit, needs a stage to show himself.

After I finished writing this chapter, I only posted an original panel of a character, without any realism. At the same time, I wanted to tell everyone: My character, in my book, truly lived in that era. , rather than empty talk, it's gone when it's written.

Third, connect all the plots together.

This book has been written so far, and I believe everyone can see that this book is divided into two lines.One is the personal chapter of the annos, and the other is the chapter of Chaldea's doctrine of salvation.

I hope to be able to use the singularity to connect all the plots and lead to the final big ending.

Oh yes, and Ruslan, who everyone is asking about.

I don't know who Ruslan is.

So, here again, thank you all for being able to read my book (Bow.)

===Chapter [-]: Lawrence the Debilitated ===

Lawrence sat at the desk in his workshop, rubbing his temples, feeling lethargic.

"Luslan"

She recalled the old housekeeper who had been with her during her lifetime, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

This sense of life being watched made Lawrence very uncomfortable.

"It's not just me, it's the same with those guys." Lawrence thought about several other differentiated individuals.

"Servant, doctor, brother, researcher," Lawrence muttered as he browsed the information on the page.

Suddenly, she noticed a page.

Calling up the page, Lawrence frowned: "Is this the manuscript of a fairy tale?"

"Is this story to commemorate the legend of the 'London Monster' that my father's old friend once heard in London?" Lawrence zoomed in on the page, looking at Andersen's words at the end of the manuscript.

Her jewel-like wine-red pupils dimmed involuntarily.

Is it a story about the events of Arnon's children?

Lawrence decided to look at the fairy tales written by the great fairy tale writer based on Arnold.

The story is very short, and Lawrence involuntarily complained after reading it: "These story writers like to insinuate this and that. Isn't it enough to insinuate in the articles that adults read, they have to insinuate in fairy tales."

"and many more."

She noticed some small details.

"This minister." Her eyes narrowed.

Half an hour later, Lawrence, with dark circles under his eyes, stood in front of the whiteboard in his workshop, pondering.

"This minister basically matches the situation of Ruslan." Lawrence said firmly, "The black magician broke the minister's staff in front of the prince and the monster, which is equivalent to killing the magician in front of Arno. With Ruslan, this can be matched."

"And according to the order of delivery, Arnold is the fifth, and if nothing else, Lu Silan should also follow us in different eras, and the cane here happens to be passed down to the fifth generation."

She tapped on her whiteboard.

"If nothing else, what did Hans Christian Andersen know"

Frowning slightly, Lawrence pursed his lips.

"However, with the current conditions in Chaldea, it is impossible to investigate." Sighing, she paced back and forth in the workshop, "and living in that era was not recorded, which is also a point worth noting."

"He has a way to erase his traces, or maybe history doesn't allow him to leave traces?"

"Then why did Andersen's fairy tales record him?"

"No matter how you think about it, there is something unreasonable."

She has been investigating this matter since she returned from the third singularity, but until now, the only thing that can be investigated is the fairy tale of Hans Christian Andersen.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Lawrence, can I come in?" Da Vinci's voice came from outside the door.

Valley hey

"Leonardo? Come in." Shaking his head, Lawrence opened the door.

After Leonardo entered the door, Lawrence asked anxiously: "How is it? Is there any result?"

Da Vinci also looked very serious and puzzled: "I can't do it, I can't pass the information by any means, I have tried all the methods, but Roman and Lixiang just can't hear or see, They couldn't have known that name by any means."

"The name only we know." Leonardo looked into Lawrence's eyes, "Luslan."

Lawrence clicked his tongue and pulled over a stool to sit on it.

"Like my guess, from the current point of view, Ruslan, our old buddy who doesn't know his true face, he can only exist in the minds of those who have come into contact with him in the form of 'memory', other than that , will not be passed down.”

"The text will be erased, the traces will be cleaned, and the records will be cut." Lawrence took a deep breath.

Both fell silent, not knowing what to say.

"Did your investigation yield any results?"

"Look at the whiteboard over there." Lawrence pointed to the whiteboard behind him very tiredly, "How is the soul of Olga Marie?"

"I don't have any clues. Without a body, it is difficult to create an artificial human, let alone relying on it." Da Vinci was doing two things, chatting with Lawrence while looking at the large amount of information listed by Lawrence on the whiteboard, "When the singularity point F It is observed that the kind of relying method used by Anno is almost unheard of now, and it cannot be replicated at all."

"In terms of protecting others, that guy is better than anyone else," Lawrence replied listlessly, "What about the singularity? Has that guy Roman Reigns been identified?"

"The location is located, but the time is still running backwards." The more he read, the more he couldn't understand, and at the same time he had to answer Lawrence's question.

"Where?"

"London."

"Huh?" Lawrence was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Da Vinci turned his head and glanced at her.

"It's nothing." Lawrence didn't know why he suddenly felt a little uneasy. "Take me to see the director's soul. No matter what, you have to deal with it. It's not a problem to keep it there all the time."

"Are you really okay?" Da Vinci was silent for a while, looking at Lawrence with some worry, "Your mental state is too bad recently."

"It's fine, I'm fine." Lawrence stood up and waved his hand casually, "Let's hurry over."

"Okay." Da Vinci could only nod his head, but he was still a little worried when he looked at Lawrence.

Lawrence has been crazy these days. She felt that something was wrong with Lawrence in the past two days, so she forcibly intervened in Lawrence's investigation, so that Lawrence could recover a little.

But now it seems

Be adaptable, it's really not good, Da Vinci intends to let Lawrence rest for a while and go to this singularity in London by himself.

Arriving at Leonardo da Vinci's workshop, Lawrence made a routine observation of Olga Marie.

"Well, let's find a way to fill this inner part first, and it's time to rely on it." Lawrence sighed, "Sorry, my fault, I said that I would go back to Chaldea to rely on it, and it has been delayed until now."

"It's okay, let's talk to Roman." Da Vinci was in no mood to joke with Lawrence, and patted her on the shoulder.

Leaving the Da Vinci workshop and heading straight to the control room, he heard Roman's excited voice outside the control room's door.

"Okay! The positioning is complete! In this way, the fourth singularity is also ok!"

Da Vinci and Lawrence looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that we came by coincidence, just in time to complete the era of the London singularity."

=== Chapter [-] Spirit Transfer Start Target - London ===

Singularity London.

In the hollow underground, a somewhat melancholy man is manipulating something.

Beside him, there are two "boxes".

"Can't do it." The man sighed, "Can't even a ghost do it?"

"This is a side effect that has no reputation at all, the magician who controls us." A poignant voice came from inside one of the "boxes", "Your goal cannot be achieved because the 'work' itself will rebel against your existence."

"Shut up, Shakespeare, you just need to stay here under my control." The magician's voice was calm, and he turned to look at the servant called Shakespeare, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"It's terrifying, you, I have never seen a client like you before." There was also a Servant in the other box, he sighed, quite helpless, "I told the guy over there. In the same way, there will be no results if you insist. Even if you control us and send unrest to the ground infinitely, it will be the same.”

"" The magician was silent for a while, and finally sighed, "Whatever you say, I just have my own pursuits."

"All you need to do is to help me here, that's all."

"Help me until" a trace of madness flashed in his calm eyes, "to achieve my purpose and resurrect my mother"

"After all, that was the message that my father, Lawrence Anno Falgo, left me."

The burgundy-haired Magician Servant said so.

his name is--

Adrosson Falgo.

Lawrence and Da Vinci are presiding over the entrustment ceremony of the soul and body of Olga Marie.

Roman was standing outside the workshop, waiting nervously, while Marcus tried to reassure him.

"Don't worry, doctor, the director will be fine, Miss Lawrence and Da Vinci are quite reliable." Tatsuka Fujimaru patted Roman's back.

"Of course I know their reliability, but I can't avoid being anxious." Roman smiled bitterly.

His relationship with Olga Marie was actually a bit complicated, so complicated that he didn't even know what to say.

But one thing is certain.

That is Roman hope that Olga Marie can be safe.

In the workshop, Lawrence and Da Vinci were working intensely.