"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect... I didn't expect you to come to my manor so soon."

Berkeley's somewhat excited voice came from the house clearly. After several tactful servants delivered pastries and drinks, they retreated from each other.

In the spacious living room, the lights are brightly lit, and huge magic chandeliers are hung on the top, reflecting colorful colors.

Princess Hero was sitting on the burgundy sofa, lowering her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Berkeley obviously did not notice this, and he was filled with surprise. It was beyond his expectations that Hero, who had always disdained him, could accept his invitation. He did not expect that just today when he had just sent the invitation, the woman he liked came to his manor.

To him, all this seemed like a dream.

Only in the shadow of one corner of the living room, Lance, who was hiding beside him, vaguely understood something.

"Mr. Berkeley." Princess Herro pondered for a while, as if she had prepared her words, and said very politely: "Please forgive me for visiting me late at night, which is somewhat presumptuous."

"No, no, no...of course not." Berkeley squeezed out a smile that he thought was extremely graceful. He pretended to be calm and said: "I welcome you very much. This has added a lot to my estate. It would have been a boring and boring night tonight, but it will not be now."

Xiro smiled faintly: "Since that's the case, then I will make clear my intentions in the future."

Berkeley nodded.

"I want to know, that love poem - the one you recited in public this afternoon - who is its original author?" Herro's tone was very calm, but it had a hint of unquestionable meaning. Although she used a tone of inquiry, she seemed to have known something.

"Has the two met before?" Lance's heart moved and decided to continue listening.

As soon as this said, Berkeley was stunned. He said dryly: "I don't quite understand what you are saying..."

But he thought to himself: Could it be that the boy told Herro about this afternoon? It's really damn... Is Lance? I must find a way to teach this self-righteous guy a lesson.

Herro sniffed in anger, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Mr. Berkeley, there is no one around now, so I might as well say it straight. As far as I know, you have never been a proficient in poetry."

Berkeley suddenly turned red, his mind was spinning rapidly, but he didn't know how to make this happen.

Princess Herro looked at him with her eyes: "To be honest, my purpose is much simpler than you think. I once had an old friend who likes to write poetry, and I have read many of his poems... And the poem you recited this afternoon has many similarities, and I just want to confirm it. Is he the old friend I have not met for a long time?"

Berkeley was silent. He reluctantly smiled: "Okay. I admit that the poem was indeed not written by me."

"But my love for you can be expressed in that poem." He said anxiously: "Believe me, my heart will never be fake."

Lance, who was beside him, couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this. This guy's face was too thick and he was exposed in person. He was even more embarrassed to continue pursuing the other party with a stern face.

Princess Hiro showed a shallow smile: "I think I can understand your intentions. But can this matter be taken back and think about it carefully? After all, we don't know much about it, but I believe you are a good person."

Berkeley suddenly laughed and became a little fluttering.

His performance was not as good as a rich boy. Instead, he looked like a young man who was young and troubled, which made Lance secretly sigh that Berkeley was not a bad guy, not even a playboy.

However, such people are destined to be sent by girls to be stuck.

Sure enough, after Princess Herro said this, she asked urgently: "Have you told me the original author of this poem? I really want to know if he is an old friend of mine."

Berkeley scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid the author of this poem will not be your old friend. Because he is a carpenter in our family, his father is also a carpenter. The father and son have always lived in the Black Mountain Manor and rarely leave the manor. I only recently learned that he could write a good poem, so I asked him to express this feeling for me... People with professions like him should be unlikely to be your friend. You may have recognized the wrong person."

"Oh, is that?" Xiro said without moving, "Then where is he now?"

Berkeley said without any scheming: "A new batch of timber has been received in the logging farm in the north, and he needs to choose. His carpentry work is still very good. By the way, he is also very good at carving and making small puppets... I can take you some other day..."

In the room, the conversation between the two was intermittent, but neither of them noticed that the shadow hidden in the corner had quietly gone away.

...

"The logging yard mentioned by Berkeley should be ahead."

Lance searched north of Black Mountain Manor with Hawkeye, and after two hours, he finally found the logging field.

At this moment, workers in the logging yard were working all night, and huge noises resounded throughout the nearby area, and under the lights, there were shadows.

Lance held his breath and leaned over slowly.

After exploring it, he breathed a sigh of relief. The entire logging field was full of mortals, not a single wizard. In front of a second-level wizard like him, these mortals were like ants.

Soon, he found a house full of puppets and puppet lines from the occasional conversation of the crowd. Looking inside from the window, a young man in his thirties was burying his head under the dim lights. His fingers were rough and filled with calluses, but his hands were very clever - fine wood chips kept flying out, and soon, a beautiful and clean doll was basically formed.

"Very beautiful doll." At this moment, a cold voice sounded from outside the window.

A man in a cloak with most of his face hidden in the shadow leaning against the window and said to him.

The young man was startled and he looked at the visitor nervously: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure harming you, but I'm very interested in your doll. Can you tell me your name?" Lance whispered.

The young man hesitated for a moment, a hint of hope flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said, "Singler Woking. This is my name."

After saying that, he looked at Lance nervously.

Lance nodded, turned around suddenly, walked about ten steps away, and suddenly turned around-

What appeared in Singhler's eyes was a pitch-black cross arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow penetrated into Singhler's chest. His soul struggled and was sucked into the instant arrow.

Lance sighed. He quickly pulled out the instant arrow and left Black Mountain Manor.

...

The task of killing Singhler was much easier than he thought, after all, the great puppet master at this time was still a mortal.

The reason why he used the instant arrow was that Lance just in case it was the safest way to destroy the person and soul directly, and he didn't want anything wrong.

"The next thing is left to Rodriguez."

Lance thought so in his mind that he took out a seven-color flower from his amber ring.

Although I was a little regretful that I could not stay in this time and space for too long to learn more Wanlun witchcraft, when I thought of helping a man who combined Wanlun wisdom and witchcraft, if I had a need for learning, Rodriguez would not be stingy with teaching.

Thinking of this, he firmly tore off a red petal from the seven-colored flowers.

This seven-colored flower has a total of seven petals. It is said that it has the ability to open up time and space and can convey its thoughts to Rodriguez, a thousand years later. Even in Guwanlun, it is an amazing treasure.

The petals fell from Lance's hand, merged into the soil, and disappeared in an instant.

Three minutes later, a strange white light suddenly flashed in the sky, and the white light enveloped Lance-

In an instant, he felt a splitting headache.

"Damn it, I will never travel through time and space again..." This was the only thought before he fell into a coma.

...

Opening his eyes, Rodriguez's face appeared in Lance's eyes.

What surprised Lance was that Rodriguez looked much older. Although he could use the power of the first generation of wizard kings, sending Lance through Gu Wanlun was still a very magical thing.

"I'll kill him." Lance rubbed his temples and supported his body from the cold stone platform.

"That's right." Rodriguez said calmly: "But I still have to send you back."

"Ahh?" Lance didn't react for a moment.

"Although you killed Singhler, changed history and created another river, but..."

Rodriguez waved his hand and slide-like scenes flashed across the stone wall. Lance looked at it for a while and was speechless.

In the picture, although he killed Singhler, the strange tree of wisdom still bears a fruit. This fruit was swallowed and taken by another person, and also gained the terrible puppet abilities. Everything afterwards is not much different from the history of this world - puppet wiseness is rampant and Wanlun is destroyed!

"I understand, that tree of wisdom is the key." Lance slapped his head and thought to himself that he was confused.

Rodriguez said directly: "So, are you ready?"

Lance sighed and nodded.

Lying down again, endured the great pain, let go of your mind, and relax your nerves-

A strange feeling that was as dreamy as a dream came to life again:

"Mr. Lance? Mr. Lance? This is the Asia headquarters of China New Technology. Can you hear us?"

"We need to verify your true information. As far as I know, you have died in a car accident two years ago, but DNA will not lie. We will keep your ** confidential, but we have the right to confirm the legal identity of our product users."

"Please reply immediately!" (To be continued...)

ps: The pain begins to slowly relieve, try to start to resume normal updates...
Chapter completed!