The sea breeze was getting colder and colder, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.
It was as if nothing had happened, and everything returned to its previous tranquility.
"This is war." Lin Sheng let out a long sigh, feeling depressed.
He was strong, and so was Khadula, but so what? Celine's invasion did not just happen overnight.
Celine itself was rotten to the core. Even without the invasion of foreign troops, it was only a matter of time before it completely collapsed and revolted.
Hundreds of millions of people in the country would also be in trouble.
If a rotting tree didn't collapse completely and turn into rotten fertilizer, it wouldn't be able to grow new shoots and branches.
When he returned to the cabin, he bumped into the girl in the purple-black fishtail skirt again. She had obviously seen the scene just now. She was in a daze.
"Why didn't they save him?" The girl suddenly asked when Lin Sheng walked past her.
"Because it has nothing to do with them," Lin Sheng replied faintly and walked back to his room.
The night was getting darker.
In the room, Lin Sheng carefully sensed the situation in Huaisha.
The three Vault Guards left behind had long lost their senses. Obviously, they were too far away and beyond the limit of his control.
At this point, he could only vaguely sense the general direction and know where his summoned monster was.
He could not tell the distance by himself. But he could measure it slowly and make a rough gauge.
Lin Zhounian went to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette. When he came out, he was silent and sat on the chair.
Lin Sheng also did not speak for a while.
The father and son sat quietly, one on the bed and the other on the chair.
More than ten minutes had passed.
"Chenchen, tell me the truth. Did you join the Revivalists?" Lin Zhounian suddenly said.
"The Revivalists?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.
"Your mother and I are not fools. You always go out early and come back late. Even during the holidays, you are always busy. We have even seen the Revivalists' leaflets on the road, "Lin Zhounian whispered.
"No." Lin Sheng shook his head. "I'm not a member of the Revival Party."
Actually, he didn't want to hide it from his parents for long. After all, they lived next to each other. Even if he hid it, there would be problems sooner or later.
"Then you …"
"I just joined a place that specializes in martial arts some time ago, and I spend my time training my body every day," Lin Sheng told the truth. "Don't worry, Dad. Everything will be fine."
"…" Lin Zhounian remained silent.
At night.
Lin Sheng was still cultivating his Saint Power in the stone hall of the dungeon. There were no new changes in the dreamscape.
The next morning, the cruise ship arrived at a nearby port to resupply.
The port was a port on the border of Celine called Francisco.
In the Celine language, it meant eternal pearl.
After passing this port, they would leave the borders of Celine and enter the international waters.
It was nine o 'clock in the morning when they arrived at the port.
The cruise ship Silverstone of the Ocean was the largest ship in the port of Francisco.
Due to the recent strike, there was a shortage of manpower at the port, so it took a long time to resupply.
When Lin Sheng arrived on the deck, he saw a demonstration at the port.
There were at least thousands of Celine people, holding signs and loudspeakers, shouting slogans. They moved forward step by step on the street.
Then, a large number of military police arrived in time, and quickly used rubber bullets and water cannons to suppress the demonstration.
The demonstration was broken up, and many people were killed or injured due to the angry crowd.
Lin Sheng stood at the side of the ship. This time, it wasn't just him. Lin Zhounian, Gu Wanqiu, and Lin Xiao all saw this scene from the side of the ship.
There were also a few Celine people on the ship. When they saw this scene, their faces showed confusion and complicated expressions.
The military police were the suppression force of the Celine government. They were very experienced in suppressing and breaking up the demonstration.
Soon, they cleaned up the mess. Except for the dirty and messy dock, there were no other traces left.
Lin Sheng didn't say anything from beginning to end. He just watched in silence.
At this time, what Celine needed was a lot of blood to completely get rid of everything. These were the pains that must be experienced during the period of change. No one could avoid it.
It was already evening when the resupply was completed.
The Silverstone of the Ocean set sail again, heading in the direction of Xilun Kingdom.
In the next few days, there were no other chores. Everything went smoothly, and they safely arrived at the Xilun Kingdom's Aisia port.
But what was strange was that Lin Sheng's dream was still maintained in the state of the stone temple.
Lin Sheng sensed from the depths of his soul that there seemed to be no way to change the dream without a stable environment and state.
After arriving at the port, Lin Sheng and his family got off the ship, packed their luggage, and took a car to the Shermanton Eagle Deer Private Academy arranged by Chen Minjia.
The academy was located in Shermanton, in the middle of Xilun, which was an art city with some history.
It had the most private universities in the whole of Xilun, most of which were inclined towards the arts. Such as painting, music, dance, musical instruments, and so on.
Chen Minjia, because of her company's partnership, sponsored the Eagle Deer Private Academy, and thus received a fixed quota of recommended students every year.
Because of the special treatment of the capitalists, Lin Xiao and Lin Sheng both received a special quota, and thus directly entered the academy.
Lin Xiao entered the second year, and Lin Sheng entered the first year.
Lin Zhounian and his wife, on the other hand, planned to open a small shop near the academy after some investigation.
Like Celine, Xilun used the Celine language system. Other than some differences in the regional dialect, Celine could be understood here.
There was not much communication barrier.
Lin Sheng and Lin Xiao went to the academy to report together.
The Eagle Deer Academy mainly trained students in dance and musical instruments. Most of the other majors were just for show.
Its overall score was ranked 39th in the entire Shermanton. It belonged to the lower tier.
Lin Xiao had no choice but to choose engraving, which was one of the subjects she was slightly interested in.
Lin Sheng, on the other hand, chose business administration.
The family rented a house at the first opportunity, and their days were temporarily settled.
After all, Lin Sheng still had a few million in his hands, and if converted to Xilun dollars, it would be at least a million, enough for him to live comfortably for a while.
The only thing he had to worry about was how to rationalize the money without affecting his parents.
…
…
Redwin, Blacklan City.
"Dead?? He's dead??! "
Inside a private residence.
An old man dressed in silver ornaments slammed his palm on the table and stood up abruptly.
"A powerful Darksider at the pinnacle of Three Wings! How could he die in a place like Celine without making a sound? And under the protection of the military's Four Wings!! Are you kidding me?! "
The old man's face was flushed, and the dark powers around him boiled and turned into tiny green gravel, flying up and down.
The two people standing in front of him, a man and a woman, were both in formal attire, wearing hats and long scarves. Both took off their hats and bowed their heads in apology.
Because they represented the Heaven's Spire, and brought back the news of the old man's grandson's death.
"My apologies, my Lord …"
The old man was one of the higher-ups of the Starfury Clan in the Heaven's Spire. He gripped his crutch tightly as he stood by the table, his expression as if he was about to devour someone.
"I want specific information. Who are the two Four Wings guarding Andoine?!"
"It's the Pale Serpent and the Snow Demon," one of the men answered quickly. "The first to discover your grandson's death was the Pale Serpent. That Lord was also severely injured. "
"I don't care if she's injured or not, I just want to know who killed my grandson! Who?! "The old man's eyes glowed with a faint red light.
The two intelligence agents looked at each other and answered in unison.
"It's the Iron Fist Society."
"The Iron Fist Society?"
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