I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

She's prepared to pay for it with the passage of time.

Professor Heinrich's expression suddenly became somewhat uneasy. He rubbed his hands together, a little sweat beading on his forehead: "The Herb Genius just reminded me... that you are a bloodline."

The exiles did not deny it.

“Bloodline always holds a special place in the woodlands,” Heinrich stammered. “So if you win, you’ll definitely be noticed by the Woodland’s shamans—”

"You want me to lend you a hand?" the exile said.

Heinrich sighed. Now that things were out in the open, there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

“Yes, I want you to become an immortal in the woodland after you win this war—you’re collecting precious artifacts left over from the last historical era to pave this way, aren’t you? So I hope you will support me after you become an immortal.”

“Okay.” The exile nodded. “However, I won’t fight against an immortal-level powerhouse for you; that will cost you extra.”

“I know.” Heinrich’s face lit up with joy. He quickly returned to his residence in the botanical garden and took out a square-shaped object wrapped in heavy silk.

"This is the treasure you wanted—while it is indeed precious, almost as old as the University of Rostock, it is only of great significance."

Heinrich rambled on, “In the First World War, Rostock University lost a third of its books and collections… Perhaps it would have been better off in your hands.”

“The war won’t end like this,” the exile suddenly said.

She had a premonition that the First World War was not the end, and the confrontation and struggle between the three Blade Masters was becoming increasingly intense. The last war was actually just the fuse for the next war, and the foundation of unease had been hidden in the twenty years of peace.

Whether it was Austria, Germany surrounded by the Black Forest, or the Ming Empire, which continued to be entangled with its vassal states after its victory... the flames of war would eventually rise again.

The exiles did not ask Forget-Me-Not or Virtin about this matter, nor was there any need to.

“Perhaps,” Heinrich shook his head, “but that’s none of my business.”

After paying a processing fee, the exile put the precious painting into his suitcase and then left the secret realm of Rostock with the shouting Li Lin and Nian.

As they saw the light of day again, Forget-Me-Not's face suddenly darkened.

The University of Rostock blocked internal and external communications.

Only after he left the University of Rostock did he receive the message from the non-human disciples:

Not long ago, they witnessed the Foundation's agent, "Sichen," in the port of Rostock.

Moreover, the non-human disciples also saw Virtue open his briefcase in a secluded corner of the harbor and pour out a ship whose design was completely out of step with the times.

"A ship? A ship?!" Forget-Me-Not's expression became somewhat out of control. He reached up and pressed his hand to his eyes, letting out a cold, gasping laugh. "That pirate captain?"

"Miss Snyder."

As Forget-Me-Not stood at the gates of the University of Rostock, more and more non-human disciples emerged from the shadows of the street corners and gathered around him, while a huge shadow, resembling a dragon or snake, gradually rose from behind him.

The earthly bishop of the Reconstructed Hand calmly gazed at the exile: "Could you do us a favor?"

273 own hand

"Tell me."

The exile did not refuse; to refuse at this point would only arouse suspicion from the Hand of Reconstruction, represented by Forget-Me-Not.

“Seize that agent from the Foundation.” Forget-Me-Not’s eyes were as dark as the deep sea. “This is a contract we made in Vienna from the very beginning.”

“Things have changed, Mr. Forget-Me-Not.” The exile shrugged, and a pistol inlaid with ivory magically appeared at his fingertips, its muzzle spinning. “This is Rostock… You’re all fighting here, and I need to pack my things and run.”

The non-human disciples behind Forget-Me-Not stirred. Although they could no longer speak human language, they could still understand human speech.

This rude reply did not anger Forget-Me-Not; on the contrary, he should be wary if the exiles were too enthusiastic in their welcome.

“The number of reconstructed relics is limited, but we can provide you with clues to two of them.”

The exile raised an eyebrow knowingly, and the gun he was spinning in his hand stopped with a snap, then he put it back in his pocket.

As expected, as the Reinventing Hands who came against the tide of time along with the Foundation, they also knew exactly what the Reconstruction Ruins were.

"Let's go." The exile knew he couldn't hesitate any longer. As he turned around, he frantically winked at Li Lin, hoping he would understand and stall Forget-Me-Not.

"Did you get sand in your eyes?" Li Lin asked in surprise.

The exile sighed. Li Lin had never disappointed in terms of being a disappointment. Expecting him to be perceptive was asking too much.

After Li Lin finished harming the exiles, he turned to Forget-Me-Not and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you take me? Although I'm very sick when I'm having an episode, I'm not sick when I'm not having an episode."

"You're quite self-aware," the exile shouted, "but the way you're talking right now is just insane, isn't it?"

Forget-Me-Not's lips were tightly pressed together. Actually, he also felt he had to say something, but in order to maintain his image, he held it back.

However, Li Lin still noticed this.

Seeing Forget-Me-Not hesitate to speak, Li Lin leaned closer and tentatively asked, "What era are we living in? Still smoking traditional cigarettes?"

"Are you sick?" Forget-me-not finally snapped. Confined by the little dumpling in Li Lin's arms, he didn't dare to lay a hand on her, but he still had the guts to talk back.

Li Lin looked around in surprise and doubt: "You also came from the Yongcheng Sanatorium?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Forget-Me-Not turned and left. Standing next to Li Lin, he felt he was wasting his lifespan.

The exile watched from the sidelines with a complicated expression. Her initial goal was to have Li Lin hold off Forget-Me-Not, giving Virtue time to retreat.

Although eye contact didn't work, Li Lin still managed to complete the task by sheer luck... It's like you've taken over a project with a bunch of messy, rubbish code, but somehow he manages to get the whole project running.

To give an analogy, it's like a pigeon that doesn't take off with its wings, but instead keeps turning its neck and flying in place.

“I’ll go to the docks, you go meet Virtue.” The exile’s lips moved. “Remember your identity.”

“That’s easy,” Nian said in Li Lin’s arms. “I’ll just transform into his appearance and paddle around on the side.”

Li Lin walked into the alleyway and activated the [Mottled Mimicry] skill that he hadn't used in a long time. He became slightly shorter, his hair became greasy, and a black robe wrapped around his body.

He transformed into a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and furrowed brows, holding a magic wand in his hand.

"Apparate."

The middle-aged man's body twisted instantly and disappeared into the alleyway.

The following year, Li Lin, who had become Li Lin, walked out of the alley again and headed towards the port with the exiles.

......

"Starlight!"

A few kilometers off the coast of Rostock harbor, a sudden burst of rousing drumbeats rang out. A white ship sailed through the waves, with beams of brilliant light occasionally rising from its deck and striking the pursuers behind it.

"Wow wow wow wow wow—"

A rock girl wearing a beret and gradient sunglasses laughs loudly on the high seas in the 1920s, her servants, sculpted by invisible magic, turn the ship's rudder and make a sharp turn to the beat of upbeat rock music, creating a huge white wave.

Xingti's fingers brushed across the vinyl record on the DJ console, and the massive sound waves, along with the beams of light emitted from the apple beside him, sank the monstrous ship piloted by the non-human disciples behind him.

"This is completely different from the previous boats, it's so rock and roll!"

Apple wobbled over to her side: "Apple agrees wholeheartedly."

This was not their first encounter with the inhuman disciples of the Reshaping Hand. In the 1960s, on the high seas of Britain, they were bombarded by ferocious warships controlled by the inhuman disciples, resulting in the destruction of Star Antimony's vehicle.

Although Star Antimony doesn't exactly have a good impression of the Foundation, it certainly has a lot of old and new grudges against the Remodeling Hand.

Not to mention that they are now drawing fire for Virtin, which also gives them a legitimate reason to flaunt their own power.

Xingti commanded the invisible servant to turn the rudder again, and then her voice was broadcast loudly through the ship's radio.

Radios used as samples in shop windows, radios on family dining tables, and even radio stations... all emitted Xingti's cheerful voice.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Everyone, it's your friend [Regulus]! Are you ready?"

She vigorously swung her arms to the beat of the drum, her fingers tracing a rhythmic note in the air.

"What I'm about to present to you is a confession from the future!"

The apple bounced, casting a psychedelic, stage-like light onto Star Antimony.

From the lighthouse loudspeaker in Rostock deepwater harbor, an exciting and intense drumbeat emanated, followed by heartfelt singing and melodious guitar music.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad."

"Take a sad song and make it better."

"Remember to let her into your heart."

"Then you can start to make it better."

The Beatles' famous song "Hey Jude" from the 1960s appeared on the sea off Rostock forty years ahead of schedule, spreading to thousands of households via radio networks.

The residents of Rostock did not get angry or upset; they simply sat silently at the table, listening to the song, which was out of step with the times yet deeply moving.

......

Veltin reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder, as if picking up something, brought his fingers to his face, and then gently blew on it.

Silvery candlelight flickered and rose around her. Veltin reached out and pressed her top hat, carrying her briefcase as she hurried across the long street. In the shade of the trees and the alleyways, the eyes of the non-human disciples watched the passersby indifferently, but they ignored Veltin, who was surrounded by a mysterious aura.

After passing through the bustling street, Virtin silently released his hand and gazed at the person in front of him in silence.

“You must not forget the Foundation’s mission,” the man before him said to Virtin.

Veltin remained standing silently in place.

"Have you forgotten your responsibilities?" The question grew increasingly intense and urgent, the man's voice sharp and stern.

Virtue remained silent.