Link continued to tell his experience. When talking about Bree, Gonzalez suddenly covered his mouth and compared his fingers on his lips.

Can't say it? Then Link heard Gonzalez say that the former Great Sage had crossed the line of law in the last year of the rebellion of the princes. He hadn't reacted at first, but when he thought of Gonzalez saying that in the real Edgar could not keep the name of the gods, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"You mean, has he become a god?"

Gonzalez nodded, "That person is one of the youngest among the three generations, and his responsibilities and knowledge. Fortunately, no matter what era, knowledge is indispensable to humans, and his divine power is not too weak."

Although the illusion is a false space created by the second generation of gods to collect faith, and the characters and history are different from the real world, the gods are really. Especially the pillars of water related to magic. Blade has reached the extraordinary and saint since he entered the Silver Age, but has not been able to cross the line of law for hundreds of years. No matter how it is done to let Link cross time and space to return to the past to obtain the pure source of magic, both worlds are the same in the time of becoming a god. If Link really helped Blade there, this matter will be beneficial or disadvantage for him.

Gonzalez suddenly had an idea, and he thought of a profession that was more suitable for declaring Link's identity than a craftsman - a scholar.

Gamification is also to adapt to the preferences of young people. In the past, the fantasy was designed according to the standards of pure Western fantasy. Those seemingly useless professions, such as scholars, all exist here. Although they have no combat power, profound knowledge is still very scarce in such troubled times. Before the invasion of the undead, they can often be seen in various parts of the mainland. Now only some big cities or noble territories can be seen. Even if Link leaves Watch Castle and ventures alone in the future, this profession is easier to hide his identity than mercenaries.

"Scholar? Didn't you tell them I'm a craftsman?"

"Neither Alex nor Abigail declares you a craftsman. You should know that in the peaceful era, when the empire was at its peak earlier than the rebellion of the princes, there were very few craftsmans from human origin, and there might not be one in a hundred years. Among the few existing ones, you are the only human being. This is a secret of ace, a killer weapon, and a secret weapon, how can you spread the secrets everywhere?"

Gonzalez's explanation made Link suddenly realize, so he said that he would leave it to him. Don't talk nonsense? But...

"But I am no different from an ordinary person now. It is impossible to make strange objects or holy objects at the level of objects."

Gonzalez patted Link on the shoulder. This was his habit, but it still did not change after rebirth: "This is true for those who come from the exile land. The gods seem to have to test the lifeweaver they selected. Only after experiencing trials and growth can they return to their previous state."

"Hey? Are you saying that all the abilities you have obtained there can be realized? But those are game skills..." Link couldn't believe it. If it was true, it was not impossible to kill Shuanghan with the son of nature's deficit ability.

"Because of different professions, I dare not guarantee it. But many lifeweaveres from different professions have communicated privately. Most of the skills they obtained there can be used here. Of course, they are used with real power, rather than just shouting a name for skills." Gonzalez listed some warrior skills, not to mention the basic three moves, such as Shunshunting and Charge, which are almost linked to warriors, also exist in the real Edgar, and it requires harder training than in the fantasy.

This speech gave Link a great comfort. Fortunately, as long as it can be used, it is not scary from scratch, but I am afraid that there will be no chance. When it comes to training, he is worried that the son of nature is different. What if he sees it? Also, the villagers of the Old Town of River Valley also saw that they killed dozens of undeads with lightning at the same time. If they told the outside world, whether it is a disguise scholar or a craftsman, they all have to make mistakes? Gonzalez's so-called handling is done, wouldn't it be a killing silence?

"What do you think? I won't break the bottom line at the very least." Link's guess made Gonzalez's face look ugly in an instant. He told Link that he had a personal guard with special abilities. He could use hypnosis to detect or modify memories. Because now that Link is a craftsman, Alex will not be suspicious for a while. When he wants to check, he can't find anything.

Link then felt relieved and asked Gonzalez why he was so sure that he would definitely become a craftsman? If he could not get the recognition of the Four Elemental Gods in the Illusion, the test just now might have given his life.

Gonzalez smiled and said that the craftsman was originally from the son of nature. If Link really knew nothing, why did the gods naturally work so hard to bring him even his soul. Ordinary lifeweaver traveled through time either by him with the mark of a certain god's voter, or by forcibly occupying a mature individual of his family under the arrangement of the gods. He had hardly heard of such time travel as Link, so Alex and the others were so nervous.

"Continue talking about Shuanghan. I almost forgot to leave the topic several times when you changed the subject. The original intention of your conversation was to crack the location of his life box." Gonzalez was obsessed with Shuanghan.

Link said that thanks to Shenzhi and Shenqi, if it weren't for these two heavenly prophetic magical techniques, no matter how he guessed, he would never have thought that Shuanghan was the most inconspicuous priest Yan Dong, who died of illness early in the four-person alliance.

"Is it him? I really didn't expect it..."

Gonzalez's emotion made Link stunned, "Didn't you remind me where Shuanghan's life box is?"

"How is it possible? Under the protection of the law of cause and effect and the conspiracy barrier, I only know that it is an important part of unraveling the identity of Shuanghan. Regardless of whether I truly transform or not, as an evil chaotic camp, I will never tell others such important secrets as concerning my own survival. When I went to the Great Hall, first, combined with the results of the intelligence analysis I collected, and second, I pretended to seize soul power. If I don't do this, not only Shuanghan, but even the God of Death would doubt me. The God of War is not able to use clergy to cover up conspiracy like the God of Shadow, and it is entirely hiding the transaction with me by divine power."

Speaking of Shuang Han making the spiritual body in the illusion into a life box, and then using a series of conspiracies to form a law of cause and effect, Gonzalez shook his head repeatedly, saying that Shuang Han had such a brain at a young age, no wonder he could firmly sit under the top position of Death under Edgar for a hundred years.

"Its chief position is going to give in." Link couldn't help but retort after hearing this.

"Why?" Shuanghan was at its peak in the Necrotic Empire, and none of the other lords could overcome it. Gonzalez didn't know how Link came to this conclusion. Could it be... he heard the wind from the gods of nature?

Link told me that he was almost killed by the necromancer who attacked the old town of the River Valley and saw the god of death in a trance, "Just like seducing you in the illusion, he also promised me to replace Shuanghan."

"Replace?" Gonzalez clearly remembered that the promise that the God of Death gave him was on an equal footing with Shuang Han.

"The original words are to command the undead, so I asked Shuanghan what to do? The God of Death replied that he did not need a loser, and the era of Shuanghan is about to end."

"No wonder..." Gonzalez hit the high five. Recently, the undead have been calm and self-disciplined. Alex and Abigail, who have always been inconsistent with the market, agreed that this was a sign of a large-scale attack. It turned out that there was a fire in the backyard. He couldn't help laughing. It seemed that humans would not have to worry about the invasion of the undead for a long time.

"Although Shuanghan realized something was wrong, it probably didn't know it was you. So for the next period of time, it would be busy looking for people everywhere, a good opportunity! I have to tell Alex that he must hide your news." Withdrawing the soundproof barrier, Gonzalez rushed out of the tent excitedly. Link hurriedly chased him out, but was stopped by a young man. He claimed that he was one of the Grand Duke's personal guards and had arranged a residence for Link.

With just such delay, Gonzalez was already running out of sight. Link had no choice but to follow Henry.

The entire camp covers a large area, and the tents are all placed on the ground, large or small, densely distributed. They don’t look like military camps, but more like a market, noisy and noisy. The only things that can distinguish the functions of these tents are color. Gray is the people, blue is the logistics, red is the army, and yellow is the nobles.

Crossing the residential areas of the people, Link came to the logistics near the periphery, where a large number of vendors came from all over the country, and under the protection of mercenaries, bringing important strategic materials and essential daily necessities.

He lifted a curtain of a small felt bag, and Henry signaled to Link that this was his residence. Compared with other simple tents, this room is luxurious. It is not bad for wooden beds, tables, chairs, and benches. There is a fire pit on the ground in the center, and a breathable window on the top. Link noticed that in such a large camp, felt bags only account for a very small number of tents in various colors.

"This is your residence. If you have any requests, please make it." Henry looked straight and looked like a soldier.

Looking around for a week, although it was not as reliable as a wooden house, its comfort was not inferior to Ronno's home. He was already very satisfied with being a time traveler who had no relatives.

"Can I meet the villagers from the Old Town of the Valley?" Link was not very relieved of Ronor and Finn.

"They have been properly placed, please don't worry." Henry blocked the door, and it seemed that he did not intend to let Link go out.

"Okay ~ can you find me a few books?"

Henry glanced at Link, "What kind of books do you need?"

"Well...human geography, theology and so on."

After a while, Henry withdrew from the felt bag and called out a few patrol soldiers. After some explanation, he turned back again and guarded the door like a benchmark.
Chapter completed!