Lost Seal

One second it was an endless sea, the next second it was a hard and wet rocky ground... Obviously, something happened in less than a second.

Before Ansbilis could stand up, he subconsciously checked the black cat in his arms and Osia on his back.

The black cat is here, Osiah...

Ocia!

The empty back made his heart feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Gordon!" Ansbilis roared.

"Meow." The black cat scratched his chest and bit out a letter from it.

Ansbilis unfolded quickly.

Dear Ansbilis:

I am glad that when you read this letter, it has not been burned to ashes by your rage, so that the game can go smoothly.

You must be full of questions right now.Where did the blue sea go, what conspiracy and tricks am I playing, is dear Osia safe and so on.Don't worry, let me answer you one by one.

First of all, the Red Sea is still a poor little place sandwiched between Africa and Asia, and it didn’t go anywhere, and the one who left was you.

Second, I'm not playing any tricks, the game couldn't be more aboveboard this time around.No hallucinations, no deception, you have indeed returned to 120 five years ago.I really envy you. If you are lucky, you can see Van Gogh's "Portrait of Dr. Gachet" with your own eyes.

Last but not least is the issue you are most concerned about, the safety of Osia.This is closely related to the games mentioned above.If you can find the way back to the present, that is, 2015, within three months, you can reunite with Osia who is waiting for you in the wooden house. If not, you may only be able to find his ashes from the burned ruins up.

As for finding the path, although I would like to give you a hint, you probably won't believe it.

Well, let me give you a little hint, who made me so generous.The hint is, seal.Believe it or not.

Waiting for the good news.

Your Gordon Supreme God

"120 five years ago?"

Ansbilis sneered.Did he think he would believe it?

The black cat jumped down from his arms and looked around like a king patrolling his domain.

This is a narrow alley with black hair.It had just rained, and the eaves were dripping, and everything from the walls to the floor was wet.The night sky after the rain was clear, and the moonlight was bright, just like the one seen by the Red Sea. The snow-like light fell on the ground, on the shoes, and on the barrel lids by the side of the alley.

The door near the center of the alley was suddenly pushed open, and the noise exploded like a mine.

A drunken blonde stumbled out and vomited against the wall. After a while, she turned around without avoiding suspicion, and let the vomit in her long skirt stagger to the other side of the alley.

Not long after, a man in a gentleman's hat came out from the same door with his head down, and looked around vigilantly, not even letting go of the gap behind the barrel. After about half a minute, he walked towards the blonde The direction followed.

On the eaves next to the wooden barrel he had looked at, a black cat and a bat were sitting side by side, their heads facing the direction they left.

"You really believe this is the nineteenth century?"

"Meow."

"Wouldn't it be Gordon's new trick after changing his skin?"

"Meow."

In fact, Ansbilis was also convinced in his heart.

One is that this world is too real, down to every tiny detail.This is something Gordon can't do. His ecstasy can't be refined to tiny creatures like ants, moths, and earthworms.

One was that he heard the meow of the black cat.

He hadn't forgotten that it had freed him from his hallucinations the first two times.

The bat slowly grew taller, transformed into a human form, and bent down to hug the black cat: "Since you said so, I will tentatively believe that he does have this ability. Now, we should find a place to live... all I don’t know if the Egyptian pound can be used as a pound.”

Of course, the Egyptian pound cannot be used as a pound, especially the Egyptian pound after more than 100 years, but Ansbilis still found a very comfortable place to live-the villa of Ossia.

The black cat stared at him all the way.

Ansbilis shrugged and said: "Over the past 100 years, I have changed many houses, and suddenly I forgot where I should live in 'now'. Don't be so stingy, the cabin you have lived in for so long should also be treated with respect and courtesy. Let me know. Anyway, 'this year' you and I are not in Europe." His tone sank, "It's a pity he only gave us three months, otherwise..."

A weird and bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was excited about it.

"If it's true, does that mean ... we can change history?"

"It just so happens that I still have some lucky water in my ring. If you kill Gordon in advance, you may be able to go back without a path! Because Gordon will no longer exist after more than 100 years, and no one will send us back!"

He walked back and forth in the living room nervously, talking to himself excitedly: "I can still prevent myself from making mistakes... 120 years! It happens to be the day before your seal, I want to see what date it is today!"

The black cat walked over gracefully with a note in its mouth.

Ansbilis saw it from a distance, and immediately turned away: "Don't come here. I think this idea is great, and I don't need other opinions!"

The black cat jumped onto the tea table and pushed the note over.

After a stalemate for a while, Ansbilis compromised and grabbed the letter paper in despair: "Whenever I think the idea is good, you will pour cold water on it. Can't there be an exception?"

The black cat was lying on the coffee table, its eyes wide open, looking at him innocently.

Ansbilis said: "Look up the information about the reversal of time and space? Are you worried that Gordon will set a trap? I don't think there is any need to worry...he will definitely."

The black cat seemed to want to say something. It curled its tail and wanted to write something, but found that it didn't have a pen, and wanted to scratch it with its paws. It felt sorry for the yellow rosewood tea table it bought, and turned its head back and forth in confusion.Ansbilis still couldn't see it, and hugged it in his arms: "It's good enough to talk about it when I recover my human body tomorrow."

The black cat gave a "meow" and agreed to the decision.

Never thought--

When he got up the next day, the black cat found that the blood in his body was full of power, but he couldn't transform.

Ansbilis was lying lazily on his side leaning on the pillow, intending to admire his lover's naked and graceful figure, but after waiting for a long time, the sun even took a snapshot of his buttocks, the black cat was still a black cat.

"What's wrong?" He stretched out his index finger and teased the cat's chin.

The black cat suddenly fell on the bed and did not move.

Ansbilis sat up suddenly, hugging it nervously: "What's the matter?"

……

The black cat was lying on the desk, slowly writing on the wooden board with its paws: it cannot transform.

Ansbilis' face changed.

The black cat continued to write: imprisoned by some kind of magic.

Ansbilisi remembered that the last key mentioned in Gordon's letter was the seal, and his face turned black.

Seeing that he was more sad than himself, the black cat cheered up instead, and patted the back of his hand gently with its little paw.

Ansbilis slammed his fist on the table, and after a while, he muttered to himself again: "Are you really going to try bats and cats?"

Black Cat: "..."

No matter how sad and indignant Ansbilis is, they can't change their bad situation——

It was thrown back to London, England in 1890.

Ossia can't restore her human body for the time being, she can only be a black cat that can write.

It won't be possible to return to 2015 within three months, and that part of Osiya's body may be burned.

……

If there is anything worse than the above-mentioned situation, it is probably that he finally went back to the past, but he couldn't change anything.

On the way to the library of the British Museum, Ansbilis sincerely hoped that this "if" would not come true.

However, the reality is harsher than they thought.In a library with tens of thousands of books, it is very difficult to find a book whose title, author's name, and content are unknown.Even harder, they don't even know the book exists.

In order to save time, Ansbilis directly hypnotized the administrator.

"Reverse time and space? Only a crazy novelist can think of it." The administrator said in a daze, "That is the power of a god."

Ansbilis said: "...I want to know what abilities God has."

"God is omnipotent."

"..."

In the end, the hypnotized administrator introduced a religious library.

On the way, the black cat had an idea.It scratched a word with its paws on the stencil Ansbilis carried with him: ANGEL.

Ansbilis understood: "You mean the one standing by the sea as the background board?"

The black cat nodded.

Ansbilis said: "Manipulating time is definitely not an ordinary ability. Even an angel, not just any angel can do it. He only has a pair of wings, and his status in heaven is definitely not high."

Black Cat thinks it makes sense.

"But among the three people present, he is the most likely." Ansbilis said, "I don't even want to be one of the remaining two."

Sophie, hum.

Gordon, oh!