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

Li Lin did not answer his question directly, but instead pointed to the people holding wine glasses. The wine glasses they raised were filled with colorful and ever-changing liquid, which looked like the scales of a python.

The fat guest nodded hesitantly. Those who could come to this underground bar at Walden Pond were all somewhat involved in the mysticism and the intangible, or had seen or experienced them before, and thus wanted to step through this door. Some were even practitioners of the intangible themselves.

"But what does this have to do with having leverage?"

Li Lin patiently explained, "I think you don't know this, but some practitioners of the art of the invisible must find someone of the same sex to satisfy their physical needs."

"I saw the bar owner having a secret rendezvous with a seventy-year-old man..."

Before the fat guest could speak, Li Lin continued, "And it's not just one; he maintains these improper relationships with all those old men."

Suppressed gasps of surprise came from behind.

Li Lin and Fei Fei's conversation had already attracted everyone's attention. On the surface, they still sat upright, but in reality, they were all eavesdropping. Therefore, when they heard about the exciting background of the person who made Forget-Me-Not, they were all surprised.

“Yes, I saw all of this and then handed it over to my personal reporter, Benjamin.” Li Lin began to lie through his teeth. “As the saying goes, the more innocent a person is, the more promiscuous they are. He would never dare to take off his pants in front of us and let us see his ass.”

Even normal people wouldn't dare to take off their pants in public and let others see their buttocks, but at this moment, this group of people who had been fooled by Master Li didn't care about that anymore.

"You know what I mean, just imagine it." Li Lin began to fabricate stories with an air of seriousness.

"He maintained a distant relationship with those older men. But one day, the owner noticed they weren't meeting as frequently as before and began refusing to protect the underground bar. Afraid of being abandoned, and pressured by official forces, he desperately needed their protection. So, late that night, he was quite proactive when he met them, embracing the old man's withered body from behind, slowly stroking his hand, gently guiding it downwards to vomit—"

Mr. Li subconsciously imagined a forget-me-not embracing a man in his seventies, which disgusted him so much that he gagged several times.

The guests nearby were moved to tears.

"Keep going, keep going!" Fatty urged excitedly. "I want to see if the old men get so excited when the boss helps them!"

Li Lin looked at him with shock and took several steps back.

Damn it, I didn't even realize this guy had such a heavy taste. It was a huge blunder by Master Li.

"That's enough... Anyway, if you want to read it, you can follow the next issue of the newspaper." Li Lin made a feint and glossed over the matter, as it was really too difficult for him to write gay literature.

Anyway, with Dickens around, we can just let him write the script.

Of course, he had said enough, and the guests left satisfied, taking their seats and whispering among themselves, but their words were aimed directly at the bar owner's private life.

Only Feifei persisted in asking, "And then? You went to the boss to blackmail him and demanded sexual favors as repayment for your debts?"

Li Lin was briefly silent after hearing Fatty's audacity, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "No, they offered me ten thousand pounds as a bribe, and I accepted."

After saying that, Li Lin hurriedly fled and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor of the bar. Every second he spent next to Fatty made him feel like Froebeest caterpillars were crawling all over his body.

Only the fat guest continued to gaze at Li Lin's retreating figure with admiration and longing, muttering to himself, "So that's how it was solved? That's amazing!"

......

The moment Li Lin stepped onto the second floor of Walden Pond Bar, a wisp of gray mist fell silently, slowly flowing across the maple floor.

Forget-me-not is sitting at a table in the center of the second floor, where candlelight flickers like stars, pushing aside the rising steam and illuminating the abundant food on the table.

"Please sit down, please sit down." He extended his hand to Li Lin; his palm was long and slender with distinct knuckles.

Li Lin, without changing his expression, reached into the mist and grabbed the hand of a servant. When he saw the servant's face, Li Lin gasped.

It was a smooth face without features, its entire head covered in thick black paint. But upon closer inspection, one could see that the face was not entirely smooth—its surface was covered with numerous tiny patterns that moved like mollusks, sometimes combining to form strange and disgusting patterns. Looking at it for too long could even cause severe hallucinations.

Forget-Me-Not's expression changed slightly... How did the Key Hunter discover the Disciple hidden in the mist?

This instantly created a huge loophole in his original plan.

"Goodness, the little guy has a really unique appearance."

Li Lin reached out in surprise, pinched the disciple's face, and then rubbed it all over, quickly shaping the bouncy head into the shape of an Armstrong boomerang, then aimed the cannon at the forget-me-not.

The disciple endured considerable pain, yet he could do nothing without the master's command.

Forget-me-not didn't say anything for a moment, unsure whether the key hunter before him had seen through the truth.

Li Lin didn't say anything to the disciples or Forget-Me-Not, but he was still stirring up trouble by urging the disciples to slap Forget-Me-Not twice.

“Enough, Mr. Abraham, release my poor disciple.” The forget-me-nots on the table showed no emotion. “We have no grudge against you.”

Li Lin curled his lip and released his disciple.

The disciple, whose head had been rubbed into the shape of an Armstrong boomerang, covered his battered head and quickly disappeared into the mist.

After we sat down, I placed a bottle of red wine in front of Li Lin.

“Produced in the 18th century at Château de Laverin, when the Earl’s family was still prosperous and thriving. Now their traces have been blown away by the wind, but this bottle of wine can still remind us of that prosperous era.”

The crimson liquid was poured into the glass, and with each impact against the transparent glass, the aroma flowed out even more freely, turning the candlelight and mist crimson in the fragrance of the wine.

Li Lin didn't touch that glass of wine.

As I lowered my eyelids in the candlelight and mist, he raised his palm and smiled.

"The reputation of the Key Hunters has always been very high in the mystical world. From Kiev to London, from Tirana to Amsterdam, all the mystics and supernatural beings who roam the Old World have heard of the legend of the seven keys, ha."

"But almost no one believed it, because they thought it was just an unrealistic legend."

"Of course we don't think so, which is why we set up a branch here... Mr. Abraham, I'm afraid you already know the correct part of that story."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Li Lin: "The key to fantasy is in this White City."

However, Forget-Me-Not was destined to be disappointed. Li Lin was no longer the Key Hunter he once was, and even the principles he followed had changed.

“You’re right,” Li Lin nodded, “but Uruguay has a population of 345.7 million, while Australia alone has 4700 million kangaroos. If the kangaroos decide to invade Uruguay, then every Uruguayan will have to fight 14 kangaroos. You don’t know that, you don’t care, you only care about yourself.”

Forget-Me-Not frowned slightly. The Key Hunter's completely unpredictable behavior had rendered almost all of his pre-arranged plans useless.

Before the wave phenomenon appeared, he didn't have much time to waste with Li Lin; he just needed to make sure he was no longer a variable.

Let's have an open and honest talk.

I pulled a transparent board out of the mist, and as my fingers touched it, a faint blue light began to glow on its surface.

“Mr. Abraham, you probably don’t know that you are just a character in history. Your fate is as insignificant as dust in the eyes of those who judge history.”

62 Even if I die here, I'll jump off from outside...

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Lin nodded. "I hope you have the same attitude towards your own life."

Forget-me-not: "???"

Li Lin's sudden rebuttal made him feel that the situation had shifted again, but before he could comment on it, Li Lin's barrage of trash talk began again.

"If other mystics and supernatural beings ask you why you haven't been marked by Si Chen's gaze, just say 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,' and that's it."

Forget-me-not frowned: Is there something wrong with this perfunctory and lazy attitude?

"If your mentor asks you, 'Why haven't you accomplished your great task yet, apostle?' Just say, 'Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's all, understand?'"

"If the Sichen think your life is worthless, then so be it. Oh right, I'll be covered up in the Void Realm. As long as I'm completely subdued, no one can use me, understand?"

Forget-me-not took a deep breath, and the candlelight in front of me flickered violently.

“I must say, your speech was truly brilliant, Mr. Abraham. It perfectly expressed your refusal to cooperate, and even your indifference to your own impending fate... But I am different; I still respect the self of every extraordinary person, every mystic.”

He placed the transparent object beside him and spoke to Li Lin in a deep voice, as if reciting a poem.

"You, the key hunter who pursued the key of fantasy, died from being devoured by a python, according to the joint records of the Anti-Combation Bureau and the Foundation. Someone burned your manuscripts, destroying them along with all traces of your existence, at least in the correct history."

As the chanting continued, his tone and attitude became increasingly sharp, and his eyes shone brightly as if they were about to drip light.

“Mr. Abraham, you are alive now.”

He spread his hands out and raised them upwards as if he were lifting something invisible.

"But that's wrong. History has gone wrong. You didn't die from the snake's bite, or you encountered it but killed it... But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you were permanently changed at that moment. In Sichen's eyes, you are no longer the right thing."

"When the tide of the end of the century sweeps over us, you will be washed away mercilessly like a grain of sand. And the extraordinary will suffer more than the ordinary people who are oblivious, because they see it all clearly and must accept it all clearly. So will you."

"This chapter of history will end in 1999. History will not continue. Everything we have will be frozen at the end of the millennium. Then, endless waves will surge from 1999 toward the past, eventually sweeping everything away without a trace. The judgments of the celestial beings are always so cruel."

I stood up from the table. His thin upper body was shrouded in gray mist, but his pupils behind his glasses were as bright as lamps. He looked down at Li Lin.

“The celestial beings do not need a reason to distort a certain part of history. Perhaps in their eyes, all of us living in this history are wrong.”

“You may not believe me, but the tide of history has begun.” He took out a pocket watch from somewhere, flicked the cover with his thumb, and said, “Let me see where the tide has reached. Hmm, 1991… It seems to be the time of the collapse of the Soviet Union. Another beacon of human history has fallen.”

"The collapse of the Soviet Union—" Li Lin suddenly sighed, his eyes lifting to look directly at the people before him for the first time. "You came from the end of time?"

“You’ve accepted this much faster than I expected.” Forget-Me-Not bowed slightly to Li Lin, the light burning in his eyes dimming slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “Why don’t you refute my statements anymore? You should know that my assertion here about the collapse of a superpower is a complete joke.”

Li Lin took out the black card from his pocket and threw it onto the table: "This is a rare artifact with the affinity of secret history. You have mastered the method of mass-producing it, which means that you possess at least one level 3 secret historical artifact... no, it is also possible that you have mastered a piece of history. The reason you can sit here and tell me about the Sichen's judgment of history is mostly due to this."

Secret history is the intricate scar left by time on the world, and those who are well-versed in history will surely know where history will end.

Forget-me-not leaned back slightly: "You know more than I thought... It seems I shouldn't continue talking to you; you look like a wise man now."

Li Lin paused for a moment, then rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and grinned foolishly, "Hehehehe, I'm Benjamin. Mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, I want to eat roasted yams..."

Forget-Me-Not's breathing became heavy again; Li Lin's utterly shameless behavior had shattered his worldview.

Before each advancement, those who receive the mark must face a unique symptom of madness. I myself have experienced it three times, and he has seen countless others fall into madness. Only the Key Hunter before him can always amaze onlookers.

What's his brain like?

"So, in order to deal with this metaphysical judgment, we decided to delve into the depths of history, like worms or snakes." Forget-Me-Not did not hide anything, but told Li Lin part of the plan, "Do you know the nobility who ruled the Far Eastern subcontinent, that is, India? They used this method to escape disaster more than once."

"The troubles we face are not unique. The Sichens don't care about our opinions, but there are still people who are stopping us... The secret church groups shrouded in the mists of history are just reefs. The real force riding the waves, wanting to swallow us up, is the Foundation."

Forget-Me-Not placed her hands together in front of her lower abdomen, her expression calm, but her words were filled with deep hatred: "These hypocritical, Si Chen's lackeys...!"