New Century·471, March 7th.

Nanlu, Shiyin Maintenance Office headquarters, on the sixth floor of the library, a solemn and cold voice sounded from the floating guards at the gate:

"Name?"

"Zheng Yuan."

"age?"

“Twenty-nine.”

"gender?"

"male."

After the verification of the convention was completed, the dusty door finally slowly opened in front of the returner, revealing the huge space inside. The towering bookshelf were filled with ancient classics, just like the sleeping place of history, with a solemn atmosphere swelling in the face.

Come on.

And right in the deepest part, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the saint who was sleeping in the chair turned around and looked over: "It's only been more than two months, are you back so soon?"

“Because the work is over.”

Yuan Cheng turned around and glared at the door behind him, complaining helplessly: "Why do you have to go through such a strange process every time you enter the door? Teacher? Is it a bit awkward?"

"It's probably a tribute to the ancestors. The laws of ancestors are unchangeable, just be accustomed to them."

The saint grinned. Although he was hundreds of years old, the face that looked younger than him was still so frivolous, which made Yuan Cheng even more helpless.

Ah, it started again, a strange bad taste...

At this time, you can't talk about it anymore, otherwise you will come back to your senses and an afternoon will pass, and more important news is also brought.

He looked solemn and was about to speak, but he heard the teacher's voice: "Have the mediation been successful?"

Yuan Cheng stood there in a daze.

"Teacher, you know?"

"Who told you to look stupid and happy from the beginning of entering the door? You guessed it." The saint smiled and said, "The result should be good?"

"The Southern Continental Alliance and the Necro Allies have signed a peace agreement."

Yuan Cheng replied: "Now two new century legions and four old age legions have begun to gradually evacuate. Although there are still some frictions and local disputes between the two sides, the war will be completely over in a few months."

"After fighting for so many years, I can't continue."

The saint thought for a moment, nodded and said, "At least, we will not continue in the next five to ten years... Although the moral bitches in the Observatory Bureau always like to jump back and forth, at least this time, they finally did it.

A good thing.”

"What's next? Or is there a war?"

Although as the recorder, although Yuan Cheng had seen the tension between the two sides at the mediation meeting with his own eyes, he was still unwilling to let the worst result happen.

"Strife is always inevitable."

The saint sighed: "After the pain of war, peace comes, and the seeds of contradiction are planted in the generation of peace... This is how the human world is, and it will not change regardless of whether the abyss cycle exists or not."

"Meow?"

On the blanket on his knee, a fat black cat raised his head in confusion, as if he had heard his name.

Soon, he narrowed his eyes and snored again under the skillful caress and kneading.

Go to a deep sleep again.

"The overall situation changes are inevitable, and it's useless to be anxious. It's better to do our own work."

The saint's serious advice: "Unless it is possible to cause large-scale distortions of reality, the Shiyin maintenance organs must adhere to their own neutrality.

As a recorder, you must never interfere with the historical process. If you cannot get used to it, it is better to give up as soon as possible.

This is the advice I can give you as a teacher.”

"I see."

Yuan Cheng solemnly promised.

So the saint nodded with satisfaction and patted his shoulder: "Go and rest. Historical printing and rescue records are already very tired. It's a big deal, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

But Yuan Cheng was still sitting in his original position, without moving, and hesitating.

"Actually, there is one more thing..."

"Hmm?" The saint was puzzled.

"It's about the compilation and sequence of the history of the origin of the New Century that you have been presided over by teacher. I have been running back and forth between the South and the New Century these days. When I have time in the middle, I have been looking for information about the topic you gave me."

"Then, I feel... there seems to be something wrong?"

Yuan Cheng opened the backpack next to him and found a thick stack of copywriting, all of which were filled with dense records, and he was puzzled.

"These are all historical records about Mr. Huai Shi, the president of the last Astronomical Society, and all have traces of confirmation, but... why are there so many conflicts?"

“Is there any?”

The saint raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was puzzled.

Yuan Cheng scratched his head and took out the summary and records he made, comparing the information: "You see, this record says that after the disbandment of astronomical circles, Mr. Huai Shi became a composer in a remote small city.

Marrying a piano teacher, he lived a peaceful life. Now the Ai Qing Award in the classical music industry is founded by his students.

But this record in the South says that after Mr. Huai Shi stepped down, together with the last silent man, he formed the initial joint committee of the Necropolis, committed to coordinating the conflicts between all parties in the early stage of the Necropolis...

However, this record of the same period says that Mr. Huai Shi settled in Jixia and carried out remote development with Ms. Chu, the most successful exploration hunter since the New Century.

The most outrageous thing is this one, saying that he opened a gym and brought people to lift iron every day...

There is also this one, which says that he has a close relationship with Ms. Lily, one of the first founders of the Odyssey Association, and some even say that he is the first well-deserved legend in the new century.

But these are all records left by the same era—”

Accompanied by Yuan Cheng's statement, there were a lot of archives, newspapers and old documents piled up on the table, like a kaleidoscope, making people dizzy.

He's already completely irritated:

"It's not all the names are the same, right?"

“…”

In a brief silence, the saint's expression seemed to gradually subtle. For a moment, it seemed that he could no longer help laughing out loud.

But I held back and worked very hard.

Just turned his head away and read it with a blank expression: "Yes, what's going on?"

As confused as if he is my own student.

"There should be a lot of records in Jixia? Haven't you ever asked your great-grandfather?" The Saint's sincere suggestion: "He was quite familiar with that person when he was young, and there must be a lot of exclusive news."

Suddenly, Yuan Cheng's expression became more and more complicated.

"He is also..."

I asked, but it was almost the same as not.

When I mentioned this, I talked about it for about three hours, and there were two and a half hours of cursing people. This allowed Yuan Cheng to fully understand what the art of rhetoric is and the profoundness of Dongxia literature...

Then, apart from letting him know that President Huai Shi may be a dog-hearted person, and his moral corruption and likes to cheat people everywhere, there is not much information.

Well, there is no at all.

All are personal attacks...

"Where is Anna and Yuanyuan?" the teacher asked.

Yuan Cheng's expression became more and more resentful: "Master Yekaterina hasn't seen the guests for a long time, but she has seen them with her great-grand grandparents and aunts, but she hasn't said anything.

In the end, Mr. Bethibu, the forged world, couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked me to come back to find you..."

After three or four years, Xilihutu chased the radish given by the teacher, and a confused little horse was almost about to run around the country.

Finally, he inexplicably turned back to the original starting point.

But his teacher seemed to have some understanding, but he didn't say it.

As the contemporary blue pillar, the maintainer of the New Age Seal and one of the nine anchor saints who support the prosperity of the present world, if he wants to say what he doesn't know, no one will know the truth better than him.

Life is not easy, Yuan Cheng sighed.

"Can't you tell me directly?"

"What do you mean? As a recorder, you must always experience the joy of exploration. Besides, this kind of thing is to pay attention to the honorific, so how can I say it out."

The saint shook his head and sighed melancholy: "You must also understand the difficulties of my teacher."

The earnest words almost warmed Yuan Cheng's heart... If it weren't for the expression that I was very serious about lying to you.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. You can find so many records in such a short time. As a recorder and a seeker, you can be regarded as outstanding."

Seeing that the youngest student was about to be furious, the teacher finally gave the answer he had been waiting for for a long time: "Just treat it as the price of... the saving of the world."

Yuan Cheng stood there in a daze.

The moment he reacted, he instinctively took out his heavenly record and pen, and his eyes shone: "Is this the sequelae of the new world? The curse when the abyss fell?"

"Curse? The wages are almost the same..."

The saint smiled and said with emotion: "Should you pay the Savior."

Yuan Cheng was stunned.

"remuneration?"

"Yes, do you need money to go to work?"
To be continued...