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

The current season has not yet changed, so the time travel mechanism has not been refreshed.

But the point isn't here; it's that this one stream is almost four hundred words long. If he did this a few more times, wouldn't it be a piece of cake...? Amidst the laughter and conversation, Li Lin's evil intentions grew, and he tried to read the data again.

"I'm such a clever little rascal," Li Lin said smugly, and immediately got to work.

Name: Abraham Leelin

[Occupation: Geo Archon, Strategic-level Mage, Reunion Movement Mentor, Key Hunter (Former)]

[Nature and Appearance: Cast.]

[Current Stage: Third Mark, Seventh Mark (Teyvat only).]

[Characteristics: Infected by Oripathy (increased casting speed, reduced lifespan), impending doom (already postponed by one year! Indefinitely postponed in the Teyvat world).]

[Anchored World: Awakening World (Cult Simulator)]

[Current World: Awakening World (Cult Simulator)]

[Current remaining time travels: 0.]

[Possessing Secret Techniques: Exclusive Level 1 Pseudo-Canonical Secret Technique - Testimony of the Furnace Fire (Casting, Flint); Exclusive to the Daytime Forge of the Divine Star, Level 1 Canonical Secret Technique - The Secret of Forging (Casting, Lamp); Exclusive to the Double-Horned Axe of the Divine Star, Level 3 Canonical Secret Technique - Declaration of Mountain Chopping (Initiation, Winter)...]

[Exclusive Secret Technique Upgrade Progress: 9/9]

[Current season: A season of frequent hallucinations.]

What a spectacle!

The ruthless Li Lin had no intention of stopping there; he cast his evil gaze once more at the dark green tabletop, attempting a third attempt...

Unfortunately, the land was right in front of them, and even Nian became a little excited. She grabbed Li Lin's hair and climbed on top of him, unintentionally interrupting Li Lin's actions.

The apple cast an invisible spell on it, refracting and distorting the incoming light, causing the entire ship to disappear from the sight of customs and border guards, unless there were beings of the third mark or higher, such as the Light Sign or the Enlightenment Sign, who could specifically cast detection-type invisible spells on their ships.

"But how could that be? How could there be such an incredibly boring expert?" Xingti spread his palms and shrugged, expressing his disdain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to dock. Please be careful."

Apple's London accent came from the captain's cabin, and even Li Lin was urged by Nian to come up to the deck, watching the golden land in the distance getting closer and closer to him.

......

Algiers, located in northern Algeria, Africa, is nestled between the two bays of Oued Hala and Oued Mazafaran, which resemble a semi-circular theater, at the foot of the majestic Tell Atlas Mountains. It stretches for 16 kilometers along the western shore of the Gulf of Algiers in the Mediterranean Sea, and the city itself is 75 kilometers long. The streets and houses are mostly built on hills, winding and undulating, like a bright pearl shining on the southern shore of the Mediterranean.

But things were far from peaceful. Radical revolutionaries and conservative colonial authorities had clashed several times. The fighting raged in every neighborhood of the revolutionary zone, and underground contacts and exchanges never ceased. Algiers refused entry to outsiders.

The exile had a friend who was an antique smuggler and had connections with some radicals in Algiers, so she wasn't completely clueless about the situation there.

"The largest revolutionary force in Algiers is a secular religious organization called the National Liberation Front." The exiles gave them a simple warning, "But considering that our Muslim friends are always prone to using extreme methods, even if it has become secular, don't let your guard down."

"Depress 1 to send a plane." Li Lin sneered maliciously from the side.

Unfortunately, no one understood his joke, because the Twin Towers were only destroyed by a plane crash in 2001.

In just a few minutes, the ship had been safely anchored in a sheltered harbor under the control of Star Antimony and Apple. After lowering the anchor and casting an invisible spell to secure it, Apple added several more layers of concealment to the ship.

After a long and arduous journey, this group of illegal immigrants set foot on Algiers soil.

In people's common imagination, Africa should be a land covered by desert, but in reality, it is not like that. The fertility of Africa's land is beyond imagination. As for why the people living there fall into famine... no matter how strong the poverty alleviation efforts are, if the people being helped lie down and wait to die, they cannot be saved.

Algiers was in a slightly better position. It was the future capital of Algeria and served as the temporary capital of France during World War II. A significant portion of the French Foreign Legion personnel came from there. A key characteristic of colonies is that they can simultaneously witness two distinctly different cultures coexisting. European noblewomen would ride by in magnificent carriages, while in the distance, Muslims in white robes would have hatred in their eyes.

Algiers has a new city and an old city.

The new city area is laid out along the coast and develops up the hillside, with streets running parallel to the coast and featuring many European-style buildings and street parks. The old city area, located on the hill, retains a strong Arabic national character and is full of ancient charm.

They landed in a new urban area, so their attire, which was out of place with the local ethnic group, was perfectly appropriate there.

“I have a question,” Li Lin said suddenly, watching the exiles interacting with the patrol officers.

Virtue and Xingti remained silent, turning their gazes toward Li Lin.

Li Lin continued, "...Why do you always have to be on top of me? Shouldn't I be on top?"

Virtue's gaze sharpened, and she subtly pricked up her ears; she was also very interested in this question.

“Yes, why?” Compared to Virtue’s subtlety, Xingti’s question was more direct and straightforward.

"I thought you were my mount," Nian said, pouting and wiping away tears.

"What?!" Li Lin exclaimed in surprise, then flew into a rage. "You've rebelled! You've rebelled!"

"Oh, this really makes me sad. If I act cute, can you forgive me?" Nian Tuanzi wagged her tail.

"Oh?" Li Lin raised an eyebrow, while rubbing his chin. "Let me see."

"Here's a cute little thing, I want to sell it. How much are you willing to pay?"

Xingti was still happily listening in, but Wilting subtly shifted her gaze away, feeling that if she continued listening, she risked being assimilated.

Fortunately, the exiles have returned.

286 dokidoki, just exile

"How is it?" Virtin walked over and naturally took the bundle of clothes from the exile's arms.

"Not very good, let's talk as we walk."

Led by exiles, they traveled to the Kasbah district in the northeast, one of Algiers' most glamorous areas, home to hundreds of thousands of Muslims, where white Arab robes are the most fashionable and best-fitting attire.

Everywhere you look, there are low stone buildings made of slightly carved stones, densely packed up the mountain. Ancient castle ruins and the domed mosque stand tall above the stone buildings, attracting much attention. Hundreds of narrow and winding stone paths, mostly stepped, are impassable for cars.

The street is lined with shops that trade according to old traditions, selling ethnic carpets, felt, silks, tea sets, copper plates, jewelry, and more. The most prosperous businesses are the food stalls, restaurants, and cafes. Al-Baji Street in this area is a famous Arab market. At dawn and dusk, the prayers emanating from the towering minarets appear and disappear in the air, adding a mystical touch to Qasbah.

“I have two pieces of news, one bad and the other bad,” the exile said.

The difference between the two pieces of news was the degree of their severity. After a moment's thought, Virtue gestured for her to say the worst one first.

“The liquidators are already here.” The exile lowered her voice, but the chilling coldness seeped into the bones of the listeners through her words. Apart from Li Lin and Nian, those two heartless guys, almost everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't their purpose in hiding to escape the Purifiers' pursuit? But when they arrived in Algiers, they found the Purifiers were already there... Xingti put himself in their shoes and thought that if he were one of the exiles, he would probably be on the verge of collapse.

"What's the not-so-bad news?" Xingti asked.

The exile cautiously turned his head to look, signaling Apple to release an invisible spell to distort hearing, and then lowered his voice to say, "The National Liberation Front is going to take action, so we must also make a statement."

As the largest secular religious and anti-colonial organization in the area, the National Liberation Front's ideology and history are almost as old as the city itself.

In fact, the history of Kasbah can be traced back to Carthage in the fourth century BC, when it was a trading post for Carthage. Most of the castles, ancient temples and Ottoman palaces have been preserved here, along with the traditional urban architecture and deep-rooted national identity.

No matter how resourceful the French are, they cannot possibly find the National Liberation Front among hundreds of thousands of Muslims—a secular religion that has gained popular support.

A leader named Ali carried out their assassination operations against the French in a tightly organized manner. Each member of the organization had only one superior and two subordinates he developed. In this way, if a link in the chain broke, the entire organization would not be eradicated because you only knew three people and didn't know anyone else.

During the operation, you will receive secret assistance from strangers who will quietly slip you a pistol or a bomb.

Police officers were assassinated, pubs were bombed, and the French couldn't find the killers at all—because they were those women with headscarves, those innocent children, those honest fruit farmers, they were all of them, yet they were none of them. When they picked up a gun, they were soldiers; when they put it down, they were civilians.

"Truly magnificent," Xingti exclaimed sincerely after listening to the exiles' brief introduction of the organization.

“This is our problem.” The exile’s assessment of Star Antimony was noncommittal. “Because my antique dealer friend has connections with people in this organization, we have to make a choice: either join the organization or inform the real power holders.”

“I would never betray you,” Xingti was the first to stand up and say.

Wilting, as always, calmly analyzed: "This will attract liquidators."

Whether they choose to help or betray, they will attract the attention of those already engaged in the purge in this city.

The exile didn't speak, but simply raised his head and looked at the distant scenery.

The houses here are mostly two or three stories high, built with slightly carved stones and densely packed together along the hillside. Ancient castle ruins and mosques with their round minarets stand tall among these buildings, particularly eye-catching.

Pine resin and bougainvillea, white walls and the shimmering sea, a fervent wind and the simmering flames of revolution. This is the keynote of this city.

She turned her head, as if to say something, when a melodious and sorrowful flute tune drifted from not far away. The exile looked in the direction of the sound and saw several wandering musicians standing at the edge of the bustling crowd, in front of shop windows displaying spices and jewelry, amidst the distinctive aromas of snack shops and cafes.

The wandering musician, wearing a white turban, held a flute called Nai, and the melodious yet sorrowful flute music came from his hands.

Next came the oud, shaped like an oriental pipa, and the nakala, a single-sided drum shaped like a bowl. As if sensing the exile's gaze, the musician holding the nakala flute nodded slightly to the exile, a strange smile appearing on his dark face.

Before he could even process what that smile meant, the exile suddenly had a strange feeling: his heart was pounding faster.

No, this is not an illusion.

Boom, boom, boom!

My heart was beating faster and faster, like the beat of an exciting drum, or like the light tapping of my feet on the ground.

The musicians laughed merrily, snapping their fingers incessantly, each snap seeming to strike the exiles' hearts.

"Is it... the liquidator, or—" The exile's consciousness was more excited than ever before. The blood in her body seemed to boil as her heart overloaded. She knew very well that her state was not normal.

At the same time, a series of cries of pain rang out from behind the exiles. She turned around with difficulty and saw that Xingti and Wilting were both frowning, clutching their chests, and staggering backward until they slid down against the wall and sat down.

A trickle of blood flowed from their nasal cavities.

This piece of music affected not only the exiles, but also her companions behind her. However, the exiles had the blood of the earth, their health bars were far longer than imagined, and they still had the energy to think and fight back.

Even so, her vision gradually turned bloodshot, due to the excessive pressure causing the blood vessels in her eyes to rupture. Her heart was racing rapidly until it exceeded the body's limits and exploded with a bang.

She can still move, but when the exiles look in the direction where the musicians had been, they find that they have vanished without a trace.

Seemingly realizing that the exiles had not completely lost their fighting ability like Xingti and Wilting, the musician who had changed positions in advance cautiously gestured to his companions, preparing to retreat into the crowd.