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

Li Lin laughed triumphantly until Nian Tuanzi pounced on him and unleashed a barrage of blows to his stomach.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

311 Getting Closer to Science, Exploring and Discovering

The small punches from that year did not cause any substantial damage to Li Lin.

Li Lin scooped up Nian Tuanzi and held her in his arms, nuzzling her face against him. Nian Tuanzi struggled futilely for a while, then finally gave up and let Li Lin suckle her.

"What foolish humans..." A smug smile appeared on Nian's face.

Out of consideration for the year, Li Lin let Virtue and her group off the hook, who were about to have tea with the exiles, and quickly ran back to his villa under the strange gazes of the patrol officers.

"Why are you running so fast?" Nian asked curiously.

“Because it costs money to call the police out, as long as I run fast enough, they will ignore it.” Li Lin chuckled and pushed up his non-existent black-rimmed glasses. “Truly the wisdom of mortals.”

Lester, who was following behind, didn't know what to say. As the superior of these police officers, they should be the ones paying him.

The group jogged back to Li Lin's villa. Xing Ti plopped down on the sofa without any hesitation, the apple on her shoulder flew onto the table, and the two of them let out a comfortable sigh.

God knows how they've gotten through these days.

Virtue sat calmly in his seat, but his eyes kept drifting to the dumpling in Li Lin's arms.

Lester followed in from behind, closing the door behind him. "Ladies, I don't know if you've had dinner yet... I left some bread and mushroom soup in the kitchen. Would you like any other drinks?"

He realized that these people actually had a good relationship with Li Lin, and that Li Lin was sending them to the police station not for revenge, but for protection.

The police station is now completely under Lester's control, making it a good place where he can avoid being affected by what's to come and keep a close watch on things at all times.

Lester seemed to be deep in thought, but made no outward expression.

Xingti smiled sheepishly upon hearing this: "Thank you for your help. Oh, by the way, do you have any plant-based skincare products here?"

"You mean Sotheby's chlorophyll protectant?" Lester nodded. "Yes, we do."

“Oh, that would be wonderful.” The apple wobbled and flew off the table. “I hope you can help me apply some conditioner… Look, someone’s leaves are all withered.”

Although Lester was mentally prepared to encounter all sorts of strange things after entering the mysterious world, and even saw Apple flying with Star Antimony, he was still shocked when Apple suddenly spoke in a genuine London accent.

Lester took a deep breath: "Of course, please allow me to serve the ladies first."

"light."

Lester brought out a large bowl of mushroom and bacon soup and a plate of white bread from the kitchen, then went upstairs to get a bottle of plant-based hair care products and styled Apple's hair by the window.

Xingti ate very wildly, while Weierting ate more elegantly. However, both of them were exchanging glances with Li Lin, and the content of their glances was very similar.

"Where did you find such a butler?"

"What do you mean by lying?" Li Lin's eyes darted around. "Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore. I am none other than Hong Zhong of the Zuowang Dao!"

Virtue and Xingti exchanged a glance, shrugged, and gestured to continue eating.

Li Lin always has his own solutions.

Thinking to himself, Virtin glanced enviously in Li Lin's direction. The round, white dumpling was playing and frolicking with Li Lin in his arms. The two of them were having a great time throwing punches at each other until Li Lin suddenly turned pale and started coughing incessantly.

"Sir?" Lester rushed over. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing serious." Li Lin tilted his head back, trying to stop the blood from flowing from his nose. "I was playing too seriously and didn't notice that I punched myself."

Lester silently handed Li Lin two napkins, then walked back to the windowsill in a daze to continue styling Apple's hair.

He was probably wondering what it would be like to punch himself.

After dealing with the persistent nosebleed, Nian climbed onto Li Lin's chest: "How's your riddle-solving going?"

"What riddle... Oh my god, I forgot!" Li Lin exclaimed.

"What riddle?" Virtin looked over and, taking the opportunity, picked up Nian, who was pressing against Li Lin's chest.

"Hey!" the boy protested, waving his tail.

Li Lin repeated the riddle.

Anyway, riddles don't have to be solved by one person alone; if everyone works together to solve them, they can be considered his.

Wilting quickly jotted down Li Lin's riddle in her notebook, and soon not only they, but also Lester and Apple by the window came over to watch.

"The fate of Mansu has changed; from where will the sun rise?" There's not much to say about this.

Veltin twirled the pen in his hand, a knowing look flashing in his silver-green eyes: "The first sentence is just a hint. Do you remember the prophecy of the Second Dawn? It said that the sun rises from blood, so who exactly is making room for the sun?"

“Si Chen,” Xing Ti said with certainty.

If we consider only the existing celestial bodies, then the answer is limited to the celestial bodies of the second dawn.

"The Foundation's archives record that Night Watchman Pupil Door will lead a secret pilgrimage, and the Wanderer of the Stars will be the first. Our target has been narrowed down once again to the Four Sons of the Sun and the Pilgrims."

Then comes the second sentence.

Veltin picked up his notebook and read aloud: "'The stones from which the gods were born are now desolate, and the woodlands sleep in darkness.' This must refer to the Stone Source Gods, that is, the birth and destruction of the ancient gods."

The origins of those deities who existed before humanity and before history are lost to time; their existence is buried like fossils within the traces of history. But for those who have never truly experienced this history, the term "ancient gods" is more fitting.

“Snyder told me a story, which she said her father had told her.” Veltin cleared his throat. “The legend says that when the wheel of the ancient gods still existed, the woodland had not yet fallen into darkness, until the Moth King, wearing a vine crown, was born from the lymph nodes of the Thunder King’s thigh, hollowing out His insides.”

“But what does that prove?” Xingti asked.

"But what does that prove?" Li Lin repeated.

Wilting looked at the two idiots with a hint of helplessness, picked up his pen, and tapped the third sentence on his notebook.

"No door has a dream, the fortress of day has no boundaries."

“Of the six ancient gods, five have perished, leaving only one: Sichen Twin-Horned Axe,” Veltin said calmly. “Twin-Horned Axe must have made some kind of sacrifice. What was that sacrifice? The fortress of daytime can only refer to one thing: Mansour.”

Mansus, Latin for dwelling. Whose dwelling? Naturally, it belongs to the invincible sun—the blazing sun.

"There have always been many different opinions about the borders of Mansu. Some believe that Mansu has no walls, while others say that Mansu is shrouded in dark woodlands... but there is no doubt about it."

Veltin raised his eyes: "Mansour has doors."

And it was alive. She thought to herself.

At least the riddle-speaking stag gate is alive—and all these gates are incapable of dreaming, which is clearly one of the sacrifices made by the Twinhorn Axe.

"So what does this have to do with riddles?" Xingti raised his hand to ask.

Virtue picked up the notebook, turned to the fourth sentence on the next page, and let Xingti read it himself.

"Go and look for traces of ivory, go and smell the intoxicating fragrance, go and pick up the tail feathers of the laughing thrush, go and grip the tongs and the trigger."

Four officials in charge of the hours.

"Ivory and white bones are symbols of the mourning poets in the celestial court; intoxicating fragrances only refer to the florists; the laughing thrush is one of the masks of the wandering traveler; and tongs and triggers are tools of the daytime forge in the forge."

Veltin sighed: "They are all related to the sun."

312 I can't think of a question again!

The elegiac poet is the guardian of the Sea of ​​No Light, also known as the Bone White Dove.

His scrolls are filled with the names of the dead. He is not the gentlest of the oracles, but his nature is never cruel.

Its honorific title is "The God who knows the names of the dead, the God who calls the dead by their names, the God who is not deceived, the God who has been stripped of everything but cannot be stripped away."

The bone dove remembers things forgotten by all other beings—this naturally includes the departed Divine Stars.

The florist is the master of the hour at seven in the evening, also known as the King of Lilies. His themes are greed, intoxication, and dreams, and the rich fragrance created by his influence is dazzling and mesmerizing. His honorific name is [the untouchable god, the god who eternally preserves desires, the god of intoxicating dreams, the god who strips away color].

Some say that He was born from the first sin committed by the White-Day Forge, a sin that may refer to the White-Day Forge smashing the ancient god Flint, or to Him splitting the sun in the forging field.

The remaining Laughing Thrush and the White Sun Forge need no further explanation. The former has a very close relationship with the Sun, so much so that it ranks first in the pilgrimage; the latter is simply the one that shatters the Sun.

“That eliminates those four Divine Beasts again.” Veltin shook his head. “I have no clue about the riddles below either, but the range of answers has been defined. I just don’t know if the Gate of the Stags allows repeated answers to questions.”

The implication is exhaustive.

"The problem has clearly been solved, but why was the way it was solved so..." Xingti subconsciously wanted to complain, but after seeing Li Lin, he stopped talking.

Serious people answer questions seriously, while eccentric people take unconventional approaches—isn't that perfectly reasonable?

"So, sir, do you still wish to collect the fragments of the *Book of the Sun*?" Lester inquired at the opportune moment. "And what about Governor Roland...?"

“Go ahead and look for it, why wouldn’t I?” Li Lin said matter-of-factly. “I got it, so it’s mine.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it right away—if you apply using your identity, you should be able to access the forbidden library.”

Lester had served several of Said's men before and knew the status Said held at the University of Algiers. With just a few simple procedures, he could gain access to the restricted library that was difficult for others to enter.

As one of the few well-established universities in the colony, the University of Algiers, though not as rich in historical heritage as the University of Rostock, actually archived some of the most fascinating North African artifacts in its forbidden library, which were then sorted and selected before being sent to Europe and the New World.

To some extent, this is also a form of triangular trade, except that what is being traded is not Niger, but African culture and spirit.

The indigenous people’s beliefs were destroyed, their totem poles were moved, and the animal skins they used to record their epics were torn off. These were then piled up with hundreds of other similar things, either destroyed or discarded, with the best being selected.

In this process, African culture has been completely dissected.

"About how long?" Wilting asked.

"The application should be approved tomorrow, and we should be able to access the forbidden library the day after tomorrow," Lester said.