[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Their heads, garlic and stakes are all fart.

I don't want to mention those weird bottles and boxes that don't know what's in them.

Opening the lid to see dry fingers is not a good library memory by any stretch of the imagination.

Seriously, is there really nothing wrong with our library like this?

I asked the elders, but only got a vague answer: "Well... it's all left over from the previous ones."

Of course it was left over from before, otherwise would it still be born by me!

Artificial Pieces of Eden (that is, small colored balls) are completely unusable. I can't find a chance to sneak under the 24/7 surveillance. I am doomed to do what a librarian should do silently. Cleaning, cleaning and tidying, tidying and tidying.

But I won't give up so easily!

Since Bucky couldn't be rescued in a conventional way, it's time for an unconventional method.

Example: magic.

"Come on, honey..."

I pulled a large, almost unbelievable brick book from the top shelf.I always felt that the cover of that book was made of leather.

"Let's see what clever little tricks you have up your sleeve."

I let go of the book and jumped off the shelf.Running a library in the Assassin organization is probably the most economical in terms of hardware, because it saves even the money to buy ladders for users to climb up and down. As far as the eye can see, there are assassins hanging on the bookshelves, and they get what they want. The book just let go and fell, and occasionally a few broke their legs, such as...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

This young assassin who was lying on the ground and looked like he was only in his teens.

Fortunately, the medical system of the Assassin Organization is still sound. Let's see how long it took for someone to carry him away.

I silently prayed for the wounded for 30 seconds, got into the administrator's office and began to study my mysterious magic book.The title of the book is "Practical Spells: It Only Takes One Month to Make You a Little Housework Expert"

Let's start with the easy ones, I don't want to be cursed by weird black magic or sucked into a black hole from time to time.

I think washing dishes or something should be a relatively safe start.

"Look here, it says to wave your wand... What the hell is a wand? Never mind, and then spell..."

I read it, and looked it up in a dictionary for the odd sounds.

Nothing happened though, my cup of tea didn't rush to the counter and start showering myself.

"Otherwise, change to something simple, just fold the clothes."

I took off my coat and spread it out on the table, shouting curses at it.

The sleeves fluttered on the table, and before I had time to be happy, a sudden gust of wind from the window knocked over all the documents and clothes on the table.

Well, it seems that folding clothes is also not acceptable.

"It's okay, there are other options."

I continued to search among the piles of books. Among them was a very useful book "10 Minute Introduction to Witches". There were a few tips for finding people on it. I heard all kinds of screams and curses from the eldest sister and the eldest nephew from afar.

It only took me an hour to hide the book back on the bookshelf, and I picked up the feather picker and started to clean the bookshelf in front of all the little assassins, and severely reprimanded them not to leave footprints on the bookshelf .

Well, an alibi should suffice.

When I turned around and went back to my small room to continue to study how to use superpowers to escape from the farm to rescue Bucky and beat Hydra, the end of the chicken feather hook caught the protruding box on the bookshelf. Fortunately, I caught it before it hit the ground It did, but the lid was lifted to the ground in the process.

Inside the box lay a pocket watch—or something like a pocket watch.

I opened the cover of the surface, and there should be numbers indicating the time, but there was nothing, it was empty, only a pointer was stuck there, shaking every now and then, but it just couldn't move forward.

"Weird."

I went back to the office and turned the watch back and it was so rusted it was impossible to tell who or what watchmaker it originally belonged to.But judging from its appearance, it is at least the kind of old antique two or three hundred years ago.

These issues aside, there is no vintage watch that has been placed on a library shelf in this way and continues to function without any maintenance.That long trembling needle says a lot.

"Let's see what kind of baby you are."

I took out my tools and used them to pry open the back of the pocket watch and examine the mechanism inside.

"Oh, this is even weirder."

There are no gears or other metal mechanisms inside the pocket watch, just a groove.And no matter how I look at it, it looks like the groove is for people to press their thumbs into.

In this case, I believe that it is the most correct choice not to press and put the watch back.

But as Enzo, determined to try various supernatural means to escape from the farm, I resolutely pressed my thumb into the groove.

I don't know what I saw, for a moment I felt like I was floating in space, overlooking the earth, and then there were many people - giants taller than human beings - moving around, and human beings were working hard.

"Piece of Eden..."

That's the best explanation I can think of for this thing.

According to previous records, the Pieces of Eden will respond to those who have the blood of the First Civilization to show their true power. Those assassins like my ancestors, and a few assassins with the ability of eagle eyes, inherited and showed the blood of the First Civilization. people.

The screen keeps changing and flickering.It was jumping so fast I couldn't really look at it, but vaguely I could make out something, some kind of catastrophe happened, and then the giants—the Forerunners—disappeared, and the humans took over, and I saw Kingdom establishment, war, and many other things, mostly in a flash.

"This is time, and this thing can affect time."

The images still dance before me, and now I see myself, as a child, then as a teenager, and the day I left home to go to Germany to assassinate Schmidt for the first time.

"Stop it, stop it!"

I command into my pocket watch that if I can stop it before it happens, everyone will be fine today.

The pocket watch didn't respond to my commands, and the time had come to the moment when I was taken to Schmidt's base, and then Bucky and I were blown down the mountain.

"Stop! Freeze! Rewind!"

Time is still moving forward, and it will soon come to the day when Bucky and I were taken back to the farm and Hydra respectively.

"Please stop! Or send me to Bucky!"

It really worked this time, and I must have activated something, because everything around me became a blur, and I was like in the center of a tornado, with swish swish swish swish images all around, and then when the storm ended.

I see Bucky.

This is really good news.

Of course there is also bad news.

Bucky shot a red-haired woman through the waist, killing the man hiding behind her.

Then Bucky ran away.

The woman turned around and pointed the black muzzle at me.

Dry!I am now an unarmed civilian!

Job Change No.40 Three Steps

"Don't move!"

Although the red-haired woman was injured, she was not weak at all.

"Hand up so I can see!"

"no problem."

I stuffed the pocket watch into my pants pocket casually, raised my hands very cooperatively, and turned them left and right so that she could see the empty palms.

The woman maintained the action of pointing the gun at me with one hand, and pressed the wound on her waist with the other hand. The blood had already soaked the nearby clothes, and even though she was dressed in black, a wet water mark could be seen.

"Don't you need help?"

I poked my head slightly to look in her direction, and was immediately stared back at her fiercely. At the same time, the movement of the other party's hands did not slow down at all, and she directly used her equipment to complete the action of cauterization to stop the bleeding.

"Well, it doesn't look like it needs to be."

"Stop talking nonsense." The woman treated her wounds and returned her full attention to me. "Answer my question: who are you and where are you from?"

"The first question is simple. My name is Enzo, and my surname is Mills. The second question... eh..."

"how?"

The red-haired woman raised one eyebrow, and from this action, I interpreted the threat of "I will destroy you if you dare to talk about my mother".

"Relax, girl." I showed my empty hands again, "I just want to know where this is? I guess this is not America...?"

The way the woman looks at me has now completely entered the stage of counting down the countdown to shooting. I completely understand that kind of look. I saw it before my father broke my dog's leg. It's so amazing!

"Okay, then let me guess that you and that guy just now—that handsome guy who shot you—should have no personal grievances."

Oh that's great, she now has a gun in both hands.

"I guess so, the nine-headed pervert who killed a thousand swords."

I just finished muttering, and two bullets, one in front and one in the back, almost passed my left and right ears. I took a look with Eagle Vision, and the woman had changed from the ordinary gray and white to a hostile bright red.

"Do we really need this? You never considered treating me as an ordinary passerby, hello, goodbye?"

It was the other two bullets that answered me, this time with a shorter time lag, and I almost missed it.

"That's why I can't stand women." I rushed towards the woman and kicked the gun away from her hand. I tried not to hit the wound on her waist,