Trafford’s Trading Club

Amidst the empty room where the remains of his predecessor Silver Moyer were placed, Ramias suddenly felt frightened in the face of Musa.

A mouthful from each other broke her history.

If you are certain that a person is from the future, what will you do the first time… Ramias can't think of anything at once.

Perhaps, if you say so, what you most want to know is about the future - especially about your future.

What about Musha?

What will he do to himself when he finds out about this?

Ramias couldn't help but look at the girl almost in line with herself on the stone bed… As Musa said, the girl seemed younger than herself, seventeen or eighteen years younger than the bronze Satur she had met in Tianma camp before.

Moyer, lying on a stone bed, is Musha's sister —— herself, obviously not.

The same soul… the reincarnation of the soul?

Moyer, is it your previous life in this era… and that's why you can go back to this era - through the power of the estate owner, Lochu?

At this moment, Ramias was in a state of confusion, unable to understand everything in front of him.

“Your silence, may or may not be considered your default.” Musa suddenly said, “Actually, I'm just guessing, a big guess… So tell me, what era are you from? ”

Ramias looked up and stopped talking, and suddenly she thought of a chain of reactions - the past that had happened could not be changed, according to theory, but since she had come to the times of the past, was her words and actions already affecting the future?

“You wouldn't dare, would you?” Musa said softly at this point: “You're afraid that the future will change, aren't you? ”

Does this man have the ability to see through each other's flexibilities?

Ramias was shocked at this moment, and when he looked at Musa, he had an extra piece of true awe.

“Perhaps the future will not change as a result.” Moosha shook his head at the moment, "because, since you can be here, it means that whatever you do here has no effect on you before the time has come… your presence and your arrival will only occur if it is established that it remains the same. Even in your time, before you arrived, everything that had happened in my time had happened and you were involved. ”

“Are you saying that no matter what I do here, I can't change the future?” Lamia shrugged and frowned: “What am I afraid to do from this time period, for the future, is actually… what has already been done? ”

“This is how you can understand.” Musa nodded, "Of course, at least for me, that's what I think… every era has its own limitations on knowledge. Just like primitives, they can't understand current arithmetic... for me, the mainstream of this era, the limit of knowledge, is to limit my barrier, so I can only understand this one step. ”

It's already a demon, okay?

Ramias can't help but mourn that the powerful, the genius, in that era, are the same… Ramias can't help but wonder if Musha's understanding of time and space would have been even more amazing if he had been in the age of future information explosions.

However……

“Returning to the past does not mean I can change the future… Returning to the past, perhaps just doing what has happened…" Ramias lowered her head, “I am here because I have been here… Any attempt to change the past is just a fantasy…”

“No, I'm more inclined, it's not that you can't change anything, but that when you can change something, you stop before it changes.” Musa's eyes suddenly shined.

At this moment, Ramias sees the infinite wisdom in the eyes of this man, like the brilliance of the stars.

“I don't understand. ”

Musha sat down directly at this point, but after sitting down, his body floated into the air at the same time, and his eyes gradually deepened, "You'll disappear… when you want to do something to change the past, it's like meeting the foundation on which you can appear in the future. You disappear because you touched the foundations that can change your future to exist. I guess you have this feeling when you're about to make a change… it will make you stop and let you know what to do and what not to do. It's fate's arrangement. ”

Ramias opened his mouth but had to shock his heart because of this view of Musa... If, as Musa mentioned, there are other people in the world who can return to the past besides themselves, they clearly have the ability to change something, but when the change comes, they will be inspired to know that the future will disappear...

Will stop!

I will stop!

From Ramias' own point of view, she wasn't that great, to change what was in the future, to make herself non-existent.

“No.” Ramias moves in his heart at this point, looks at Musha, bites his teeth: “As you said, if I did something, changes the future, and touches the basis on which I should have existed in the future, I disappeared in the future, and never even appeared… how can I go back and make these changes? I don't exist in the future, and neither does my return to the past, and the future won't change, will it? ”

“Isn't that already changed?” Musha said softly: “It's just that you don't exist anymore, so you don't know how you're going to change... this is already a change. ”

“I don't exist, I've changed, I don't exist, I've changed... but I don't know, because I don't exist anymore... I don't exist...”

As if trapped in a dead end of the mind, Ramias grabbed something, but still couldn't break through the mist in front of her... Musha was right in front of her, suspended, sitting, like a holy god, deep, in need of awe.

She was scared, she retreated unconsciously —— for what happened to this empty room, for what might have been her former Silver Fighter Moyer, everything seemed so illusory.

Finally, she retreated to the exit of the empty room and turned around to leave - turning around, but stopped again.

She turned around suddenly and looked dead at Musa, taking a deep breath: "You… don't you want to know what's going to happen in the future? ”

"Now that you can go back to this era, since you still exist, it means that whatever I know from you will not change anything about the future… I know and do not know, the result will be the same, I will choose not to know. ”

“Why? ”

“At the very least, there is a hope in my heart for the unknown.” Moses shook his head, his body slowly lowered, and he was hidden: “For I am not a god, but a mortal. ”

When Ramias bites his teeth, he quickly says: "In the future, there is little record of this era, at least in the human world, they generally do not know that there is a God… even if there is inhuman and extraordinary power, that is rare. So, the future may be an age when the gods are absent. I also don't know where this war of the gods is going, but you can...”

She was about to say something, and Musha suddenly shook her head.

At the same time, Ramias felt an unprecedented fear spread throughout her body… She looked at her hands - hands - in horror, and faded away.

What she said is already setting the foundation on which she can build in the future!

Ramias's heart was frightened, her lips instinctively closed… her heart beating wildly and the nerves eroded by fear were stopping her from speaking out at this moment.

“I... I can't say anymore.” Ramias's voice began to tremble.

At this point, Moussa thought and said, "I was just guessing about this… but now it seems that at least this assumption is true. Sure, can't change the future...”

“I'm sorry, I can't help you.” Ramias takes a deep breath, "I don't even know why I'm here. ”

Ramias left, and Musha didn't keep it.

He stayed alone in the empty room, with the flowers, watching silently the remains of his own sister… He walked up and touched the soft cheeks, even if he lost his activity, softly: “At least, I know you still exist in the future…”

At the last moment before dawn, Virgo's gold, Lord Musa, left here.

When he left, a fire was set on fire. At dawn, the remains of the former Silver Fighter, Moyer of Crane, were also cremated.

In the temple of the goddess of the Holy Domain, the bell rings at the same time… The inheritance ritual of the new Tennen Crane is about to begin.

……

……

The girl is sitting on a platform high above the Temple of the Goddess of the Holy Land.

Her legs were kicking randomly and her hands were holding a pot - a pot full of food - as the young girl was eating her food with a big mouth and looking at the busy figure below.

“Lord Yarn! There you are! The ceremony is about to begin. Please change your clothes now! ”

Behind the girl, several waitresses were rushing to come - they were going to change clothes for the new silver man, but while bathing, several pure temple girls made the young man blush, her legs softened, and when God came back, the young man was gone.

The frightened temple girls instantly woke up from some happy aftertaste, panicking and searching.

“I'm thinking about a very serious question.” Girl [Yarn Weaving] … Nero said deeply at this time.

“Lord Yarn?” The young ladies of the temple were all over the place.

Nero Sha said intermediately, “What am I supposed to do to get back? ”

The temple girls naturally don't know what the new Tianxu silver is talking about... but the ceremony is about to take place, and it is a ceremony under the auspices of the goddess, and it is not so-so.

So, the young girls instantly gathered the courage and walked to the [yarn] adult, and put her up and dragged her back into the temple.

Nero didn't resist either... she would remind me that it was a long time ago that she was dragged like this - but then she was a Michal club person, taking inhuman workouts in order to be a god, and she would be beaten to death, and then dragged away by people cleaning up the mess.

If she can get it back, she'll wake up in the infirmary, and if she can't get it back, she'll either be in the incinerator or fresh meat, feeding the new species that the club has developed.

“I don't like being dragged, really.” Nero suddenly said.

“Don't be ridiculous, Lord Saori! Get dressed! Otherwise the High Priest will blame us!” Junior Girl Express.

“Really, kill you? ”

“Ah--! ”

The girls screamed, feeling a horrible panic all over their bodies in a flash, their energy had been drawn to dry, completely paralyzed on the ground... their bodies still shaking themselves.

Nero slowly stood up and picked up a beeswax from the basin he was holding and chewed it up, "Also, I don't like to be disturbed when I eat... remember. ”

“Got it... got it.” The temple girls nodded in horror.

Then the new Silver Lord smiled as bright as the sun, “I'm joking, I'm the kindest man in the world, everyone calls me the holy yarn! ”

The temple girls still trembled... at this moment, a figure slowly came and the temple girls knelt in awe.

Coming, of course, is Lord Gold of Scorpion Palace.

“Stand down, she'll be back in a minute to change.” Lord Gold of Scorpion Palace, speaking with no expression.

Not only did the girls violate, they bowed their heads and left quickly.

The gold of Scorpion Palace... Prince Pudding walked into Nero's presence and frowned: “The ceremony is about to begin and you will see His Highness the Goddess... so aren't you going to say anything to me? ”

Nero blinked and said, "I won't tell you, can you successfully attack my secrets? ”

Prince Prynne simply pretended not to have heard, and said softly: "What is your origin… to which side are you affiliated in this war of the gods? ”

“Is this important?” Nero laughed and said, “I'm not going to stop what you're going to do or even cooperate with you. Is that bad? ”

Prince Pudding silenced and suddenly threw a black dagger at Nero - a dagger stuck directly under Nero's feet.

Prince Pudding whispered, "If you're going to help me, stick this dagger in her chest while the goddess baptizes you herself. ”

Nero stared at the silence and looked at the dagger on the floor, shocked at Prince Pudding: “I didn't expect you..."

“Didn't you say you would cooperate with me no matter what I did?” Prince Pudding said softly.

Nero pulled out the dagger and then fell to the ground, “You can't play! What's so funny about a goddess stabbing her with a dagger? Must have stabbed him with something else! I'm at least proficient in 36 plots, 72 positions, 108 positions, you're underestimating my level of business! You don't look down on me! I'm angry! ”

“Hope you'll show up at the ceremony later. ”

Say it, Prince Pudding... the young lord of the Underworld, turn around and go.