Chapter 471

Blood.

Fire.

Screams.

Pain...

Miriam woke up crying from a nightmare, tears gushing out uncontrollably, making the person in front of her look blurry.

"Awake?" the person said, handing something to her. "Drink the water. You are covered in cold sweat and need to replenish some moisture."

Miriam was frightened. She didn't dare to move, and she didn't even dare to cry anymore. Today was the day she had seen the most strangers in her short life, and all they brought was fear she couldn't understand.

Murphy sighed. Well, she had been too frightened.

Miriam had once said that Murphy had saved her when she was young. She didn't expect it to happen at this time.

In order to fake his own death so that the gods would let down their guard and use the Magic Net, Murphy left a charred corpse after fighting the Tuatha Dé Danann, and then launched a time jump to slip away.

Even if the gods suspected the corpse, Murphy had indeed disappeared completely. He believed they would soon cast him to the back of their minds.

The span of this time jump was less than a hundred years. Murphy originally intended to understand the current layout of the Magic Net in the world, but he didn't expect to see someone preparing to abuse and kill children as soon as he appeared.

Having encountered such a thing, he naturally couldn't let it go, so the previous scene happened.

It was only after saving the person that he realized from the other party's hair color that this girl might be Miriam.

The randomness of time jumps is very strong. Even if Murphy can roughly control the duration of the jump, it is very difficult to be precise to a certain day or a certain place. Being able to appear at the execution ground by coincidence at such a critical moment was purely accidental.

But if one considers the premise that Miriam had already told him the fact of saving her, this matter was like some kind of predestined inevitability.

Standing from the perspective of an ordinary person living along the flow of time, the contradiction in between is simply hair-pulling, but as Murphy, who has traveled through time several times, he has already had a kind of calm about such things.

Space-time is a continuous whole. Past, present, and future do not exist, or rather, they exist simultaneously.

People only have the illusion that time is steadily and evenly moving forward because the information they observe is limited and they are in roughly the same time flow as all macro things.

In Miriam's timeline, Murphy saved her first, and then she could tell Murphy about being saved. This conforms to the cognitive logic of ordinary people.

But in Murphy's timeline, he would feel that Miriam telling him that he would save the other party came first, and then the rescue event appeared—it looked like a prophecy being realized or a predestined event.

This is also the reason why Miriam could rely on the information provided by Sophia to become a prophet.

But now, Miriam's state is not very good.

Suffering such a major blow might destroy a child's soul.

Murphy thought for a while and reached out a hand to her. "Interfering with other people's memories is a bit unethical, but you can treat it as a psychological treatment."

Saying that, he mobilized his magic power and began to read and adjust Miriam's memories, blurring today's encounter and reducing the intensity of the emotional memories associated with it, so that she would only remember some basic facts and forget most of the painful details.

Then he took Miriam, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and teleported to a forest in Cornwall.

The small wooden house he had seen before was still in place, but it looked much newer, as if it had just been built.

This is where the "grandfather" Miriam had mentioned lived.

Murphy had many things to do and couldn't take care of a child, so he thought of the grandfather who raised Miriam.

As soon as Murphy approached the wooden house holding Miriam, he heard a low shout. "Stop! This is my place, leave here!"

Beside a large tree in the forest, a hunter with long hair and a long beard like a savage was standing. The longbow in his hand had already pulled the string, aiming at Murphy.

"Hello, Martin."

Murphy's magic power penetrated the old hunter's memory in an instant and saw his life.

He had served the lord as a longbowman, but after the lord's castle was breached, he had to find another way to survive. Later, his wife and a pair of children died of the plague, and the old hunter lived in seclusion in the deep mountains like a hermit.

Having watched the hunter's life, Murphy knew that this hunter was kind by nature, and his living in seclusion could also avoid any trouble caused by Miriam's magic. He was an ideal person to entrust the child to.

Murphy ignored the hunter's longbow and walked up. This stimulated the hunter. Martin warned again, "Stand still, or you will get hurt!"

However, Murphy still didn't stop. Martin frowned, adjusted the position of the arrow, and shot an arrow at a tree beside Murphy.

Martin just wanted to drive people away. Even if he didn't dodge, this arrow wouldn't hurt Murphy.

But to Martin's surprise, the arrow stopped about a meter in front of Murphy, then slowly turned its head, and then actually shot back at himself.

Martin was startled and subconsciously dodged, but the arrow had already arrived. In an instant, it hovered in front of his forehead with a distance of no more than two palms. The arrow feather was still trembling constantly, as if it could break free from the restraint and pierce his head at any time.

Facing this scene that exceeded common sense, Martin rationally threw away the bow and arrow in his hand and raised his hands.

Murphy came to the hunter and handed over the girl he was holding. The latter subconsciously took it, but was still confused.

"Take good care of her," Murphy said concisely.

Martin looked at the sleeping girl in his hand, a bit puzzled. He saw Murphy turn and leave, wanting to chase after him, but the arrow was still in front of his eyes, making him dare not act rashly, and could only watch Murphy suddenly disappear in a distortion.

At the same time, the constantly trembling arrow also stopped, and then from the arrowhead, it turned into the color of gold bit by bit, and finally, the pure gold arrow fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The voice of the mysterious man came from afar. "This is your reward."

Although Murphy could not yet directly convert other materials into gold—this involves material conversion at the atomic level, his magic control precision was not yet at such a level, and doing it forcibly would not only consume a lot of magic power but also wouldn't appear so casual.

But he possessed a fur that could produce gold fixedly, and he had plenty of gold on hand. It was just simple to replace the arrow with a golden arrow through some tricks.

This arrow weighed more than a catty, and it was more than enough to be used as a reward for raising a girl.

Just in case, Murphy planted a Seed of Soul in Martin's mind, but did not activate it.

He believed that with the other party's kindness, he could naturally take good care of the girl. This Seed of Soul was just to prevent the appearance of some extreme situations.

After arranging Miriam, Murphy recited an incantation, but there was no reaction.

Sure enough, there was no Magic Net coverage nearby.

Clearly, this place was not far from Camelot, and the first Magic Net node he set up was in the Camelot Valley.

This was not surprising, because when he first appeared in Camelot, he didn't feel the existence of the Magic Net either.

Did those gods discover the trap in the Magic Net and destroy it?

It didn't feel very likely.

And it was not difficult to confirm this. As the builder of the Magic Net node, Murphy left many backdoors in it. He could not only access the Magic Net through conventional means.

Thinking of this, the magic fluctuations around his body were adjusted to an extremely high and narrow frequency, and then he scanned in a fixed direction, immediately locking onto a direction.

There, he connected to a Magic Net node.

After estimating the distance, Murphy knew where it was.

London.

(End of chapter)