Chapter 2908: Time Transit Station

The dim sun soon sank into the west of Vista Forest with the arrival of evening. After having dinner on the ship, Xia De set off alone.

The wind in the city was very strong tonight, but it still couldn't blow away the gloomy clouds overhead. It was easy to find an alley in the city that was not illuminated by moonlight, and when Xia De opened the black envelope in his hand at a crossroads that met the conditions, the invitation letter he saw was a piece of paper that was pure black on both sides.

He held the paper and observed it from all angles, but couldn't see any guidance on it. In the subsequent attempts, when the paper touched the wall on the side, it seemed to merge into the wall immediately.

Then, the square black piece became larger and larger on the wall until it became the shape of a door arch.

Xia De reached out his hand and clearly sensed that the black piece had become a real door. He tested it a few more times in front of the door before stepping in.

It was like passing through a layer of cold water curtain, but then there was a feeling that the ground was shaking for a moment. When he looked around again, behind him was a closed door, and in front of him was a place like a tavern filled with square tables and stools.

There was only a portable kerosene lamp on the counter, and a person wearing a black mask stood behind the counter. Except for Xia De, two people were already sitting at the square tables. Xia De was not the only guest tonight.

"This is..."

The "tavern" in front of him was clearly very strange, but Xia De had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This sense of familiarity was completely incomprehensible, so Xia De realized that there was the power of "cognitive impairment" here:

"Where is this?"

【I don't know what you don't know... why not use a spell to perceive it?】

"Strong Space Perception!"

The effect of the spell was much more difficult than before, but fortunately, it gave the answer in the end. It seemed pitch black outside the hotel, but the blurred outline still let Xia De recognize where this was:

"First floor of the Accordion Hotel!"

Realizing this, the fog that seemed to cover his cognition dissipated at once.

Although the layout was slightly different and the area had become a bit smaller, Xia De recognized that this was the first floor of the hotel in the city center he was familiar with.

"Today is Saturday, the hotel is not open at night. I remember Fu Luo La said that she would pull Fan Ni Sha and Sylvia to observe here tonight... Contact the Shadow of the Tree Father!"

"She" informed Xia De of the time at this moment:

【It is now the Present World, Sixth Era, General Calendar 1854, early winter, first day of the Frost-Fall Moon, night, 7:42:23.】

Then came a new reminder:

【Time has solidified here, it has always been the time just mentioned.】

"Is it just a moment here?"

【You can understand it this way.】

Xia De, holding the empty envelope, left the entrance and walked inward. Although he hadn't figured out what happened here, he didn't ask anyone.

The two people who had already sat down were sitting at different tables, and they shouldn't be companions, so Xia De also chose another table and sat down.

"The one wearing a mask behind the counter is Mr. Bennett, right?"

He asked in his heart again, but the other party was just very similar in height and figure to Mr. Bennett, and Xia De couldn't get any conclusion without close contact.

It couldn't be said how much time had passed in the solidified second, and the dim first floor of the hotel was silent. After a long time, seeing no newcomer appear at the position where Xia De had just appeared, the masked man behind the counter carried the kerosene lamp, opened the partition, and walked out.

Seeing that the other two didn't get up, Xia De also sat there without moving, just watching him.

The masked man first walked to the middle-aged man closest to the counter. He had red hair and wore glasses, looking very learned.

"Boss, this time I'm still going to 1800."

"Still looking for that book?"

"Yes, I found new clues again, that lost 'Charlotte's Prophecy Collection'. This time I will definitely be able to find it."

The man wearing glasses took the paper handed over by the masked man, signed his name and pressed his handprint, and then walked to the stairs of the first floor. He soon disappeared above the stairs, but Xia De was very sure that he didn't reach the second floor, he really disappeared.

The masked man walked to the second man closest to the counter. The latter looked younger than the one who had already disappeared, about thirty-five years old. He looked ordinary. If he really had to describe it, Xia De felt that he was very similar to his superior, Director Anluosi of the Military Intelligence Six, with no features on his whole body that made people remember him.

"Boss, I have already dealt with all my family property and cut off relations with all my friends. I have chosen the destination, 1769. That year, a group of refugees migrated from the south to Creekwood Town. I can settle down in Creekwood Town again as a refugee.

From then on, no one will know my past, and no one will know what I have done."

"Have you thought about it? The gentleman just now only left for a short time, he can still turn back, but you can't turn back once you make a decision. I won't receive you again here."

The man sitting at the table clenched his fists and nodded:

"Thought about it, it's time to start a new life."

He also signed his name and pressed his handprint on a piece of paper. However, when he picked up the suitcase and left, he walked towards the hotel gate instead of the stairs. After pushing the door open, outside was not the night view of Vista City, but a deep darkness that Xia De couldn't see through.

The man walked into it without looking back, and then disappeared.

So Xia De was the only one left sitting at the table, and the masked man carried the kerosene lamp and walked towards him:

"You are here for the first time, right? Guest."

"Yes."

Xia De answered with a slow tone, still pondering the things he had just seen:

"I heard that this kind of invitation letter can take people to a magical place, so I tried to get one... Can you tell that I am a Ringed Shushi? I am not the two ordinary people just now.

I originally came to this small town in the forest because of the Chosen One of Time. I didn't expect that besides the concert, there would be such a surprise waiting for me locally."

He was still not sure who the masked person in front of him was. That mask was a high-level relic, which hindered Xia De's perception. But he believed that the other party must be a member of the Bennett family. As for which of the three daughters, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, or the little son, it was not certain.

However, he could at least be sure that the masked man in front of him was a Ringed Shushi, but the Bennett family he came into contact with were all ordinary people... It seems that the power of the tree really hid them very deeply.

"Only those who yearn to change the past or yearn for the future can come to me. Guest, you also have wishes, right?"

The masked man asked Xia De again, and placed the lantern in his hand on the table beside Xia De, and then sat down himself. But not opposite Xia De, but on the side.

"If you really want to say it, there are wishes."

Xia De sighed:

"Because of some inconvenient reasons, I... fell in love with my teacher's teacher. My teacher is very troubled by this, and even a little angry with me. However, feelings are really hard to distinguish clearly."

"She" in his ear laughed softly, and the masked man asked:

"Then is your teacher's teacher still alive in 1854?"

"Long passed away, because of some accidents that have not been figured out until now."

Xia De said half-truthfully:

"I don't want to talk too much about my privacy, but if you really have the ability to let me see her again, I hope to go to 1822."

Actually, it was 1821.

"Then do you hope to go to 1822 forever, or just want to go there and take a look?"

The masked man Bennett asked again, but Xia De didn't give an answer immediately:

"I don't know what you are, but I at least know equivalent exchange, and your tone of speaking is a bit too much like the demon in the rumors.

Before I give an answer, I need to know what price each of these two options needs to pay. I just saw those two ordinary people sign something similar to a contract."

The masked man nodded, turned around and went back to the counter to get two more pieces of paper. This was not parchment but a very common letter paper. Each of the two pieces of paper had different terms.

If Xia De chose to just go to 1822 and take a look and come back, then he needed to pay a high reward—cash or antiques, calligraphy, paintings, gold, silver, and jewelry were all okay, and the price was unusually high.

If he didn't want to pay money, he could also help the masked man do some things in 1822. As for what things to do, he would only know after signing the contract.

And if Xia De chose to stay in 1822 permanently, then the terms were relatively complicated.

First, as the old man in the old bookstore said during the day, he could not do anything that would be paid attention to by many people in his life, and it was best not to kill or be killed by others.

Secondly, after leaving here, he would forget most of the memories about this "Time Transit Station"—the contract called this place this, and this clause ensured that once he traveled through time permanently, there was absolutely no chance to turn back.

Finally, through the effect of the contract, he promised that once the soul appeared "impurities" due to time travel, the ownership of the impurities belonged to the masked man.

"Because of the soul impurities that appeared due to time travel, isn't that a paradox bug?"

After figuring this out, Xia De realized what the significance of this place he was in now was.

If he didn't understand it wrong, then this "Time Transit Station" was deliberately facilitating the formation of paradox bugs. This was not a place to help people realize their wishes and travel through time, this was a paradox bug incubator.

"Every one of your terms seems to have problems." ===== CHAPTER 2909 =====