"Chino's Journey" was a very unique novel that Fangzheng had read before he transmigrated. It looked like a novel, but it was more like a fable. It was about a young girl named Chino who traveled around Erumes on her talking motorcycle.
Chino had a very strange rule. Every time she arrived in a country, she would only stay in that country for three days. No matter how good or bad the country was, she would leave after three days to continue her journey. Back then, Fangzheng liked this series of novels very much. Although the countries in the novels were strictly speaking cities and the settings weren't very logical, it was precisely the sense of absurdity that made it rather attractive.
Moreover, the things that Chino encountered in each country were full of some kind of profound philosophy, and it was easy for people to ponder endlessly. Compared to Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, Fangzheng felt that this novel was more interesting.
Therefore, he spent a day copying the first part of the novel according to his memory and handed it to Hina. Fangzheng was not ashamed of being a plagiarist at all. He wasn't selling this book for money; he was just writing it to tell stories to the children.
Hina also liked this novel. On the night she received it, she told three stories in one go: "The Country of Understanding Human Pain", "The Country of Majority Voting", and "Three Men on the Railroad". This unique fable was naturally welcomed by the other cursed children.
Not only that, but Fangzheng also hinted to Hina to start a program similar to the evening exchange. It would allow the cursed children to talk freely about these fables in the broadcast room and exchange their views and opinions with each other.
Fortunately, Fangzheng's method worked very quickly. On the second day of the evening broadcast, the number of posts about the previous scary ghost story on the forum quickly decreased. Instead, it was replaced by exchanges and discussions about "Chino's Journey". Seeing this, Fangzheng finally let out a sigh of relief. Although he hadn't completely solved this problem, at least for now, it seemed that he had managed to fool them.
Fangzheng was also depressed. It seemed that he was born to be poor. Originally, he thought that he could live a leisurely life like a salted fish for a few days, but now, he didn't do anything for the past two days. He was busy dealing with these troubles. Ever since he exchanged for the flower pavilion, he had not had a chance to soak in it. Hot spring hotel, I must …
"Brother Fangzheng?"
Just when Fangzheng was rubbing his palms together and planning to head to the pavilion to enjoy the hot spring, Yan Zhu poked her head in from the outside and raised a letter.
"The old grandpa in the north asked me to give this to you …"
"… Is there no end to this?"
Hearing Yan Zhu's words, Fangzheng rolled his eyes helplessly. Of course, he knew that the old grandpa Yan Zhu mentioned was Wales of the Northern Fortress. During this period of time, Yan Zhu had been taking a group of little girls to the north to work on "National Geographic", so she was the person most familiar with them. If the Holy Cathedral had any news, it was reasonable for them to pass it to him through Yan Zhu.
"Looks like I have to find some time to go back to the White Tower of Heaven and ask them to set up a teleportation circle for me … Otherwise, it'll be troublesome to go back and forth like this."
While complaining, Fangzheng stretched out his hand and took the letter from Yan Zhu's hand.
But at that moment, something unexpected happened to Fangzheng.
The moment Fangzheng's fingers touched the letter, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. At that moment, Fangzheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Cold air filled his body from the inside out, and even his soul seemed to be frozen. Not only that, but Fangzheng also sensed an extremely terrifying aura. It was as though some terrifying monster was opening its gaping mouth in a bid to devour him. This made Fangzheng shudder involuntarily. Not only that, the world in front of Fangzheng's eyes changed from the original colorful to black and white …
However, this feeling only lasted for an instant. It dissipated in less than a second, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal. And in front of Fangzheng's eyes, the original world appeared once again.
"Brother Fangzheng?"
Looking at Fangzheng, Yan Zhu tilted her head. After hearing her voice, Fangzheng came back to his senses and took the letter. He was silent for a moment, then looked at Yan Zhu.
"Yan Zhu, did our people come back from the north today …?"
"Of course. Don't worry, I'll lead the team. Brother Fangzheng, not a single one is missing!"
"Is everything alright?"
"Nothing?"
Yan Zhu was quite surprised to hear Fangzheng's question.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem? "
"No, I'm just asking …"
Fangzheng shook his head. He had an extremely bad feeling just now, as if some kind of danger was approaching him. This made Fangzheng's heart beat faster. As a prophet, of course he would not think that the feeling just now was an illusion. It was obviously his intuition that he had sensed some kind of danger.
And since this premonition was triggered, it obviously meant that the approaching danger should be right in front of him. If there were no missing people or other problems on Yan Zhu's side, then the reason should most likely be in this letter.
As he thought about it, Fangzheng opened the envelope and saw that there was an invitation letter inside. The contents were very simple. It said that because the north had been reclaimed, the Holy City was going to hold a banquet. As the hero who had reclaimed the north, Fangzheng would of course be included, and he would be a VIP … Hmm? Why does this seem so familiar to me?
Fangzheng was stunned for a moment. He remembered that the last time the Holy Cathedral invited him to a banquet because of the Northern Fortress incident, nothing good happened. At that time, he even killed a Paladin and defeated a Paladin. He even forced the Goddess to show herself. After that, Fangzheng also began to wander around the world.
But now … Could it be that it's going to happen again? Could it be that the Holy Cathedral feels that I'm too much of a threat, so they're planning to hold a banquet? That doesn't make sense.
Fangzheng held the invitation letter in his hand. He could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. If the Holy Cathedral dared to invite him, it would definitely not be a banquet. Putting aside the fact that the Holy Cathedral had no reason to mess with him, even if they wanted to mess with him, they should at least know his strength. In the main world, Fangzheng had always been very careful. He would not make a move himself if he could. Basically, he would leave it to others to handle. Fangzheng felt that the Holy Sanctum was not a brainless organization, so they probably wouldn't choose to mess with him at this time, right? ….
Or was someone trying to fish in troubled waters?
Fangzheng thought about it and felt that the possibility was quite high. After all, after Huang Jinwan's entrance ceremony, he was now quite famous. Although Fangzheng did not know how famous he was, according to Lanyuan Yanzhu and the other little guys who often wandered around the north, he was basically treated like a savior in the Kingdom of Saints.
It seemed that the Holy Cathedral also wanted to take this opportunity to express their goodwill, so they used the opportunity of recovering the north to flatter him. Obviously, they wanted the Tendo Temple and the Kingdom of Saints to unite.
Not everyone was willing to see that happen. Thinking about it this way, if someone wanted to take advantage of this banquet to assassinate him, and then frame the Holy Cathedral, or muddy the waters, it would not be unreasonable.
As for who had the motive … there were too many of them …
Fangzheng calculated carefully. It could be the Kingdom of Fire or the Kingdom of Wealth, and this did not include the Death Council and the Day of Destruction cultists. Oh, by the way, he also foiled the plot of the Dark Elves. If he remembered correctly, those dark dwarves were all good assassins ….
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