Chapter 450: The Meaning of Crossing Time

Observing the new card again, Xia De, who had faint glowing marks on his body, looked at the God across the table. He sat there silently, and as the light flickered, a new card appeared in the groove on the table in front of the God. On the card was a dashing black-haired witch, standing in front of a temple holding a sword.

Red light flowed out from the 【Dragon Disaster】 card, and bright white light flowed out from the second witch's card.

Not only red and white, but the black and gold of the first two cards also flowed toward more channels on the table. Finally, the light of four colors converged in the center of the table through dozens of grooves.

The dragon roared, wrapped in a huge number of evil spirits, and engaged in battle with the phantoms of the two witches in the center of the table.

The fire breathed by the dragon forced the witches to resist together. But the holy sword in the witch's hand could also cause huge damage to the dragon and the evil spirits.

Spells, dragon flames, curses, holy swords—all kinds of strange lights and sounds created scenes that ordinary people could never imagine. Although they were only phantoms, the light and shadow effects caused by supernatural power were not weakened at all. Just by watching this battle, one could imagine the destructive power within.

This battle still lasted for about five minutes before it temporarily ceased with a narrow victory for Mr. Riddle's side.

Mr. Riddle stared wide-eyed at the tabletop, while Xia De, who was timing, turned all the containers in his pocket that could hold water from toys back into real objects, and then filled them with water using spells:

"Mr. Riddle, I have to leave temporarily."

The conversation had been a bit long, and the twenty minutes were about to end. But this was enough; Xia De had already figured out the focus of this time travel.

"What? No, please don't leave me!"

Mr. Riddle stood up in a panic immediately, looking stunned as he tried to grab Xia De's hand, only to see Xia De floating backward away from the stone table in a strange posture.

The candle across the table went out, and half of the room fell into eerie darkness again.

Mr. Riddle, of course, could not see that the white fog calling him home had already appeared behind Xia De.

"When I am not here, please try your best to recall your past. I will help you find your experiences in another time and space. Mr. Riddle, your life experiences are truly very interesting."

Xia De waved at the middle-aged man who was somewhat terrified and frantic at this moment.

"But... please don't leave me! Don't leave me here alone! Don't leave me to the fear!"

Mr. Riddle still wanted to grab Xia De's hand, but he missed, and Xia De's figure became transparent.

"Please believe me, Mr. Riddle, I will definitely come back. When I am not here, please do not continue the gamble without authorization, and carefully recall your past. That is your life, that is your power, and memories will help you overcome fear."

Xia De shouted loudly, his body already half-swallowed by the white fog:

"May the Father of the Infinite Tree and Mr. Ring..."

His voice and figure disappeared completely together. Mr. Riddle stood there stunned until he saw the water containers Xia De had left behind, confirming that everything just now was not a hallucination, before he shook his head like an old dog that had fallen into the water.

He turned to look at the darkness on the other side of the table. He did not know if there was nothing in the darkness, or if that black-robed God was still sitting there.

His robe brushed against the wall, and Mr. Riddle walked to the wall in disappointment, leaning against it like those corpses:

"... bless you and me."

He said the words Xia De had not finished.

(Little Mia is running...)

Walking backward out from behind the bedroom door, before the cat could stretch out its claws to peek, Xia De bent down and picked it up.

The experience of the third time travel seemed to be simpler than the previous two.

There was no connection to Xia De spanning a thousand years; this experience seemed to be really just helping a down-and-out ordinary person.

This was not a difficult task for Xia De. He didn't need to consider the impact of the subsequent investigation on himself, and he didn't need to worry about his secrets being discovered. All he had to do was investigate the life of Sleigh Riddle.

Two of the ten grooves had already been filled, which meant that for every four life experiences found, he could unlock a key. And eight life experiences that could be called brilliant would probably be enough for him to complete the third task of the Father of the Infinite Tree.

"But in that case, what is the meaning of this task?"

This was a point Xia De couldn't figure out. In the first task, the Outlander left a foreign fairy tale in the past time and space; in the second task, he helped the witch with the most important historical status in the Fifth Era. But this time, he couldn't see any significance to time and space at all.

"Strange."

Stroking the cat in his arms, Xia De frowned:

"Could it be that Mr. Sleigh Riddle also played some major role in history? But is there any famous man with this name in the Fifth Era?"

Spanning more than five thousand years of time, if Sleigh Riddle was not an important figure, the possibility of Xia De finding him was very low.

"Or is it that time travel doesn't need meaning at all, and it really was just arranged randomly by the 【Father of the Infinite Tree】?"

Standing by the window for a while, Xia De thought about writing the investigation report and submitting it to the Academy before going to sleep.

The events of 1784 in the Fifth Era provided by Professor Garcia had nothing to do with Xia De's experience. That long letter described the story of an unknown witch searching for literature, preparing to attend the God of Flowers' descent ritual.

Xia De planned to write in the submitted report that he had met Mr. Riddle, who was preparing to return home from Terror Castle. In this way, this investigation would be seen by the Academy as a true Poet-level event, which would not arouse the Academy's further suspicion of him, but at the same time, it could allow the Academy to help investigate "Terror Castle" and Mr. Riddle.

"Um... I just feel that this matter won't be that simple."

Thinking that a new week had started, before writing the report, Xia De went to the basement and brought out the 【God's Toy Box】, thinking of trying his luck.

The gift for the first week was a red apple that both Xia De and the cat liked to eat, and the second week was a beautiful ruby earring. Although both brought Xia De a good mood, he was still looking forward to being able to pull out a relic from the 【God's Gift Box】 one day.

After washing his hands seriously first, Xia De reached into the box, and then frowned:

"What is this?"

Taking those cold metal plates out of the box and pushing aside the excited Mia who had crowded over, Xia De looked at the things in his hands under the lamp.

Four heavy metal plates, all with one side flat and smooth, and the other side with patterns. Two of them had recessed patterns, each different, and two had raised patterns, each different.

But the metal plates with recessed patterns and the metal plates with raised patterns had the same patterns. One set was the front of a one-shilling banknote pattern, and one set was the back of a one-shilling banknote pattern. ===== CHAPTER 451 =====