Chapter 629 Hidden Party

As the saying goes: The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.

The ancestors of the goblins have long been beaten to death by their descendants in the dust of history. The puppets they made with the technology of a thousand years ago should naturally not be stronger than the puppets made with the advanced technology of a thousand years later.

However, when I saw Master Hall's awkward expression that was hesitant to speak, a question suddenly arose: Is the puppet manufacturing technology a thousand years ago more advanced than it is now a thousand years later?

After a long while, Master Hall sighed and said: "Since Dewey let you come into contact with the secrets of the goblins, I won't hide it from you. The puppet-making technique from a thousand years ago is indeed more powerful than the one after a thousand years, and it is several times stronger." Ten times, dozens of times, even, a hundred times.”

"No way," I said in surprise, "That's a manufacturing technology from thousands of years ago. As usual, the materials, parts, and calculation methods can't be more precise and accurate than today's!"

"Well, what you said is correct," Master Hall said, "but you ignored the most important point."

"What?"

"Rune" he said, pointing to my left arm.

"Just because of this thing?" I said in disbelief: "Is today's technology so much worse than a thousand years ago?"

"Yes, it is for this reason," Master Hall said: "However, you'd better not underestimate it. Although most of the historical documents of our ancestors have been destroyed and cannot be restored, we can decipher some extraordinary things from the few remaining words. Important clues.”

"What clue?" I asked pretending to be mysterious.

"I suspect that these runes are traces left by the God of Creation," Master Hall said seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" I said hoarsely, "The God of Creation? Isn't that just a legend? It can't be real."

"How can you be sure that the God of Creation is fictitious?" Master Hall looked out the window and said, "Then, how did this majestic underground city and this colorful and peaceful continent appear?"

"Uh" I didn't know how to answer. I was terrible at geography on how continents were formed.

Master Hall stared at me for a long time, then turned his head, with longing eyes, and said: "All of this was created by the God of Creation, but we don't know clearly, nor do we know where it is, or even touch it. It is impossible to touch or sense its miracles, leaving only these runes that we need to analyze bit by bit."

As he said that, he turned to me again, no, to be precise, turned to my left arm, and said: "If it weren't for the traces, I would even suspect that you are not from this world."

My heart skipped a beat: Did he find out about my origins?

Before I could finish my thoughts, he continued: ".It is a miracle sent by the God of Creation, because you have done many things that ordinary people cannot do, such as being able to defeat adventures that only have level 9 or above with your level 7 strength." A puppet that everyone can barely defeat."

"How do you know it's level nine?" I asked.

"Theory" Master Hall said: "The theory I came up with is a well-thought-out and the most accurate theory. There will only be a very small error and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

“So awesome”

"Of course," Master Hall said, "This is what every creator who studies sophisticated inventions should do."

"I always feel like I've heard this theory of yours somewhere before." I thought about it, shook my head again, and said, "No, it's probably not the same theory, but the same type of statement. However, it was in When and where did you hear it?"

After thinking for a long time, a sudden flash of inspiration occurred in my mind, and I recalled a long-gone face and name, Kirk.

He is a very persistent man. In order for his dead brother to find rest in the God of Creation, he became a fanatical believer in the God of Creation.

He died in the boss room on the tenth floor, being smashed into pulp by the minotaur boss.

Therefore, every time I go to the dungeon of Airui City, I always have a habit of walking around the boss room. If the tauren boss has been brushed by someone, that's it. If it hasn't been brushed, I will use it a lot. Kill it with violent means, and then go down to other levels.

All this is just to commemorate that stupid and fanatical believer in the God of Creation.

When I told Master Hall about Kirk's situation, he thought for a while and said: "Although I believe in the God of Creation, I am not yet a fanatical believer in it. I can only be regarded as a person who believes in it. As for The person you are talking about is most likely a member of an organization called the 'Creation God'. All members of this sect are said to be fanatical believers in the God of Creation. Their supreme leader seems to claim to be The spokesperson of the God of Creation in Zephyr Continent.”

Speaking of this, Master Hall sighed and said: "However, I don't know much about this group of people, and their organization is very secretive. Until now, my intelligence personnel have not figured out the headquarters of this sect. Where is it located, and who is their supreme leader?"

I always feel that the sect that Master Hall mentioned is very middle-class. It gives me the impression that it is like a group of children who are not deeply involved in the world, and they spontaneously organize a small group to entertain themselves.

Since Master Hall didn’t know much about this ‘Creation God Religion’, it was inconvenient for me to ask more questions. I chatted with him for a while and then left.

I originally planned to take the airship directly to leave Airey City, but I was stopped by a man on the way. I didn't have a close relationship with this man, but I still knew him. He was Rodney's good friend, Cecil.

The once poor troubadour became one of the richest men in Airey City because he found a gold mine.

I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, but I saw that he looked mysterious and kept looking at me, so I subconsciously followed him into the teahouse.

Walking to the door of the most secluded room, he pushed open the door. As soon as I entered, I saw a few familiar faces. Then, I felt happy and said with a smile: "Long time no see. I thought you were still in solitary confinement." Woolen cloth."

In front of me, there are a few familiar people sitting: Jin Siqi, Harold, Carter Eva, and the third young master of Airei City, Carter Rodney.

Rodney stood up. He had lost a lot of weight, but he was still as energetic as ever. He walked up to me and gave me a big hug. He said gratefully, "Thank you so much this time."

"Don't hug me, just start it." I laughed and said, "I have a fiancée and I don't like the love between men."

It took a long time before Rodney let go of his arms, but he still said with excitement on his face: "Thanks to you, thanks to you, I survived and we are reunited today."

I was puzzled when I heard this, and couldn't help but say: "Looking at what you said, is it possible that someone wants to kill you?"