Franca was wearing a silk cloak. This was the simplest and cheapest coat she had found in her wardrobe.
Right now, the Central District was in chaos. Even Franca's father and grandfather had been summoned to the Central District for a meeting. However, this also gave Franca a great opportunity.
Due to her 'weak' constitution as an ordinary person, she had never stepped out of the Central District in her entire life.
Franca tied her blonde hair into a high ponytail and put on a red silk cloak. She saw her mother's letter and recipe beside the mirror and then jumped down from the window.
After several days of investigation and persuading her servant Mike to help her, Franca finally left the Curtis Family alone for the first time in her life under the cover of her mother's superb acting skills of pretending to be crazy.
After meeting with her mother for the past two days, Freya gradually understood her mother and also knew her mother's background.
An archaeologist from another world. She maintained the firmness of her soul and thoughts in the face of an evil god. She maintained her independence as a human.
More than ten years of confusion had caused her soul to hide in a certain protective shell. However, the moment she ate the dishes of her hometown, she returned to her own body.
The reason why her father married her mother was also for experiments, for the sake of Franca's own birth. But what kind of power have I inherited? Franca agilely climbed over the mountain in her backyard and sat on the car Mike had arranged for her while panting heavily.
Of course, there was no way she was driving a private car. Instead, it was a crowded metal car for the poor workers.
The smell of engine oil and the body odor of the poor people who only bathed once every few months made Franca, who had never come into contact with such things, almost vomit. However, she still held it in. It was only when she got off the car that she held onto a telephone pole and vomited. The website of the website was m.9biquge. com
Even when Franca arrived at 23rd Street in such a sorry state, her clothes clearly did not fit in this poor neighborhood.
This place was clearly filled with poor people. Her father and the nobles in the Central District were all lying! The so-called world of A Zier Continent where everyone was happy and beautiful, a world protected by the so-called Saints and Witches. They were all hungry mouths.
Finally, Franca walked to Lin Jie's bookstore with the letter and the recipe.
This bookstore that looked a little old was the most stylish shop in the entire district. Franca let out a sigh of relief. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and stepped into the bookstore.
"Ding ling ling ~"
Yue Sefu hung a new kitten-shaped bell on the door of the bookstore. It was said that it was given to him by the children in the slums. Every time a customer pushed open the door, it would make a pleasant sound …
However, the reality was that there were basically no customers in the bookstore. On the other hand, the wind in 23rd Street was very strong. The bell rang non-stop every day, and it was extremely noisy.
Lin Jie really wanted to tell Yue Sefu to throw the bell away, but he didn't have the heart to scold the young man under this strong body.
"Hello," Franca said politely, "I'm here to see Boss Lin."
Only then did Lin Jie realize that it wasn't the wind today, but a real guest — finally, a guest!
A young girl with messy hair and a head full of sweat was standing in front of him, panting heavily. Her delicate calfskin boots were full of mud. Those shoes were clearly not meant for walking.
She looked like a young miss from a rich family who ran away. Thinking back to Ji Zhixu and Qili, Lin Jie couldn't help but laugh. He felt that he had probably opened up an incredible customer route from the very beginning.
He showed a business smile that he had already prepared and crossed his hands to support his chin. "I am Boss Lin. My name is Lin Jie. Little friend, what business do you have with me?"
Franca immediately showed a relaxed smile. Her entire body bent down as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
Yue Sefu heard that there was a guest and walked out of the basement. He saw the familiar Franca. They seemed to have met at a cocktail party before, but both of them had completely forgotten about it.
"Boss Lin, I bought your book at Miss Ji Zhixu's auction." Franca quickly took out the book, "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes."
Yue Sefu's expression froze. This book … this young girl actually obtained this book?
Yue Sefu saw that the book had the words, "Blood Sacrifice."
"It's this book. It's a classic home cooking dish. Speaking of which, I don't really understand many of the cooking methods," Franca said as she wiped away her sweat.
Yue Sefu:???
"It's normal that you don't understand this book. Nuo Jin's food conditions are indeed far behind the times … I can tell you about the contents of this book for a long time."
"Thank you, Boss Lin." Franca's eyes lit up and she showed a cute smile.
"Oh right, there's also a letter from my mother." Franca quickly handed the letter to Lin Jie.
The moment Lin Jie looked at the letter, his fingertips trembled slightly … Even if he had already resolved himself, when a certain moment truly arrived, his emotions as a human still subconsciously wanted to escape.
He gently took the letter. In his line of sight, a dark shadow crawled onto the surface of the letter. The aether in the dream space began to riot, and a powerful force descended in an instant, allowing him to naturally see the woman who wrote the letter in that instant.
It was a woman who looked mature and beautiful but somewhat familiar. She looked like the director of the Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology in Luoyang who had transmigrated to see his father's funeral — Director Duan.
Lin Jie was silent for a long time before he finally opened the letter.
"Dear fellow countryman, if you can see this, then perhaps we came from the same place.
"My name is Duan Xuemin. I don't know if you came to this foreign world through the same method as I did. I also don't know if you miss your home like I did and don't miss it at all times.
"I also don't know if I can still live, but I have to tell you what happened to me in my life."
Lin Jie lowered his eyes to read the letter carefully. There were familiar words and her name on the letter.
— Duan Xuemin.
The person who had appeared in his father's and Xu Xiangdong's diaries was the elder sister of the director of the Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology in Luoyang. So, she was still alive.
She had survived, and … she had probably witnessed his birth with her own eyes.
"After our team entered that door, I knew that we were controlled by the evil god — that evil and incomprehensible thing had great power. Perhaps we could only be called a god. We became the final pawns in his ritual. That huge palace was the evil god's womb …
"My teammates ate each other and headed toward the evil god's final lair without knowing their purpose. Please forgive them, they were only controlled by the evil god … I am familiar with their kind nature, and they were not like that.
"The person chosen by the evil god was my teacher's wife. She was pregnant with the evil god's child. I saw with my own eyes that her stomach was swollen like a ball. My teacher, Lin Minghai, personally dug it open and took out a bloody baby.
"At that time, I was already on the verge of collapse, but I had to go back and tell everyone everything.
"I followed Professor Lin secretly, and he led me to the exit. However, I found myself in a different world, and Professor Lin was no longer there.
"I have reason to suspect that Professor Lin and the baby have gone to Earth, our home. When the child grows up, he might destroy Earth. We have to do something.
"After passing through the door, time and space will be distorted. This is the case for both worlds.
Perhaps the child has already grown up and Earth has already been destroyed. Perhaps he will accept the guidance of fate and return to this continent called A Zier.
"Perhaps … that child is you? If it's you, will you eat me? "
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