Zhao Nan suddenly tapped her finger on the desk.

At this moment, a four-person magic circle suddenly appeared next to the butler...From the magic circle, the Wind King Yoke was used to bind the opponent's skills.

The journey to the deep sea is not just about the people around you reaching the level of professional five-star rank. Although the will has already embarked on a completely different path, Zhao Nan still followed the upgrade of the star rank in terms of professional ability.

These chains are enough to trap any five-star enemy in the world. Of course, the time depends on the quality of the opponent's will power.

As the chosen one, Zhao Nan can easily see the steward's message... Although the blade has always been improved, it does not even reach the gods, and the use of will power seems to be a bit bullying.

No matter what you say, and no matter when you start to drop the package, as a housekeeper these years, it is indeed a duty of loyalty.

The cyan chain slowly wrapped around the butler's body like a spiritual snake. The fox butler looked down at the chain that was slowly tightening his chest... In the whole process, there was no struggle.

The chain tightened instantly, making the person unable to move. But the butler whispered at this moment: "Master, violence against the servants, but it is very detrimental to your image as the Lord of the Windy City."

Zhao Nan said indifferently: "Where is the real blade? When did you start impersonating him?"

"Fake?" The butler shook his head slightly: "I think you seem to have misunderstood...I, but I was here from the beginning, and I didn't pretend to be who and who. The scene of the first meeting, I still remember clearly. What about Chu... Lord City Lord."

"Don't you want to confess?" Zhao Nan sighed, "Never mind..."

A gray ball of light floated out of his palm. In the next instant, the light group changed and flew toward the butler's forehead-the magic word.

The ball of light penetrated into the opponent's forehead without any hindrance. Zhao Nan then asked, "Now, tell me...oh? Is it invalid?"

Skill. Obviously it had hit, but at this moment the butler's eyes were still clear, and he was obviously not affected by the effect of the skill. If this happens, either the spirit is so tough that it ignores the effects of the magic word, or it is the secret treasure that can resist the magic word on his body. Is that so? Zhao Nan's curiosity was immediately raised.

However, the butler suddenly said at this time: "Well...this is probably magic like confusion, right? It can directly control people's consciousness. No wonder the Lord of the City has always been able to be invincible, it seems that it is really extraordinary. Woolen cloth."

Zhao Nan didn't speak. The magic word skills one after another kept flying towards the butler's body. For his magic power, the consumption of the release of this skill can't even keep up with his own recovery speed. Zhao Nan looked at the housekeeper who was hit by a large number of magic words without blinking, without much expression on his face.

It's like an experiment.

"The Chosen One is really good. If you are an ordinary magician professional, it is estimated that you will not do such a wasteful behavior. But even if you don't worry about consumption, you should stop it, Lord City Lord." Butler Weiwei He smiled and said, "This thing is useless to me."

After all, the Wind King yoke that was entwining the butler suddenly burst. As if breaking free from something fragile, I saw the butler rubbing his arm at this moment. "Sure enough, I really don't like this kind of rude treatment."

Zhao Nan was silent.

The butler patted the clothes at this time, and smoothed the black dress that was a little wrinkled because of the strapping, and said: "I didn't plan to do anything if it wasn't discovered. This castle castle is actually very good. , If I can, I even live here forever."

"Oh?" Zhao Nan said with a weird face: "You mean to blame me for breaking you down?"

The butler shook his head and said: "The fake thing will eventually be dismantled one day. I have no plans to blame anyone. But since it has been dismantled, there is no value left..."

The butler suddenly leaned slightly towards Zhao Nan, as polite as he had left countless times. "Then, I will say goodbye. These hours. Thanks to your care, Lord City Lord."

Turning around as he spoke.

"It seems that you haven't told me why you are playing the role of a housekeeper and appear next to me?" Zhao Nan shouted at this moment: "And, is it the original intention or the instruction, it seems that it hasn't been clearly stated?"

The steward did not turn back: "There are some things that you shouldn’t know, so don’t know for the time being to save trouble. Dear Lord Santos, isn’t this your usual principle of dealing with things? And. Lord Santos, you think you can keep me. ?"

A majestic sense of oppression flashed across the housekeeper. At this moment, the text on the top of the head with the name of the blade was like a broken eggshell.

What made Zhao Nan unexpected was that in the entire Tingfeng City, since a long time ago, it was not himself that was the most powerful. It wasn't Osfin or Valkyrie...but the polite butler in front of him.

Zhao Nan was almost surprised and sighed at the same time, "It's really incredible. It turns out that there has always been a Conferred God next to me."

The steward said: "Sure enough, the chosen one is really incredible, and you can see everything if you show a little flaw... Well, let's do it."

He didn't mean to shoot, it seemed that he wanted to leave simply because he was exposed.

Zhao Nan stood up, "Wait a minute."

The housekeeper seemed to be a little impatient. He just stopped when he stepped out of the door and turned around: "My lord, being unforgiving will lower my evaluation of you in my heart... Do you have any questions?"

"I didn't say to let you go." The stars in Zhao Nan's eyes flashed suddenly: "So... give me back."

Very simple picture.

The footsteps retracted uncontrollably, and walked back into the study step by step... The butler's face was filled with awe.

Six-star final stage blade Aldorf.

By his side, there has always been such a subordinate of the Conferred God.

...

...

"...This is not a joke." The butler reluctantly laughed, but his body's powerlessness was always faithfully reflected in his heart.

It is clear that this is not an illusion, but something that is controlling his body... The most powerful power of the subterranean of the Conferred God, at this time also seems to be trapped in a mire. "Right, the city lord...sir?"

"Do you speak yourself, or did I let you speak?" Zhao Nan did it again: "After all, I didn't feel malice from you, so I let you make a choice in the end."

The housekeeper showed a bitter smile at this time, and said very shocking words: "Although you know that the Son of God Killing will become very powerful, but the Lord of the City, are you a bit too much?"

There are not many people in the world who know the Son of God Killing...probably only those who know the existence of God Killing Weapons.

The blade as a steward knows this. The true identity is even more of a Conferred God for this reason...It seems that he has forgotten something...In an instant, a scene of dinner flashed in front of Zhao Nan.

The Conferred God sub-unit possesses a keen sense of spirit, and Zhao Nan himself has something similar... it is a kind of inspiration. When the inspiration is strong, you can even gain insight into the truth of some things.

I know it by birth, and it will probably eventually evolve into a similar situation.

"Are you... the hermit?"

However, even though the inspiration was extremely strong at this moment, Zhao Nan hesitated for a while before he could speak. At the same time, I was looking forward to...I was also looking forward to the answer to denial.

Blade's Edge didn't make any vocal response to this question... but the expression was already able to explain all this well.

Zhao Nan thought of many things at this moment... Blade's edge is the words of the gods and hermits, words that have appeared since the moment he became the city master of Listening Wind City...

Why does the truth let a divine hermit appear here...monitoring? No, Zhao Nan rejected this idea almost at the moment of doubt.

The conclusion is that there is actually only one... and it is a very easy answer.

At first... it was because of the blade that made myself the first time. Really facing the existence of the system, I saw the sub-manager from the system...It was also from that time that the road changed.

But there seems to be something wrong... History needs to be restored to be able to move forward again... But before it is restored?

The paradox has appeared!

Zhao Nan frowned. He understands that whether it is extreme evil or joy, he has done countless efforts in order to be able to restore this period of history. However, in the original history before the restoration, who created the history... Is it also because of the time cracks in the Abandoned Land that they went to the two clones at the beginning of the era?

It has been circulating like this... but the most essential, the first history... who is it?

to this end. There were fine beads of sweat coming out of Zhao Nan's forehead, and the stars in his eyes flickered... the housekeeper watched this scene happen.

He didn't think that the other party took control of his body because of a great price. It's just like being caught in a difficult problem.

Or maybe you are digging into the horns, or you are stuck in a blind corner of your thinking... because you have confirmed the fact that you are the hermit of God?

What are you thinking about to get yourself into such a difficult thinking situation?

Time passed bit by bit.

...

...

The time of the world may only have passed a few minutes, ten minutes. However, in the world of thinking, certain calculations have been counted a million times...every time it just walked into a dead end.

Zhao Nan is not a scientist, that kind of time dimension. The construction of spatial diversity can be described as totally ignorant. He only considers this matter from a logical point of view.

But no matter what the deduction is made, the logic ends up being contradictory-if there is an initial history, is it the same as being born in one of the countless cycles of history?

If the world is diverse, does it mean that there are countless people doing the same thing in countless worlds... This kind of deduction seems to have exceeded the limit of the brain.

Zhao Nan's face suddenly became pale.

It seemed like a very good opportunity...the butler thought so in his heart. Taking advantage of Zhao Nan seemed to be in a state of absent-mindedness. In an instant, the steward began to frantically improve his god's will.

If there is any weird will that is blocking oneself...then fight back or even break it with a stronger will. The collision of will and will was originally the simplest and rude way of fighting against this level.

Can do... can break through!

The butler was surprised secretly in his heart.

The feeling of complete uncontrollable hands and feet disappeared all at once. When the control of the body returns to the moment, it is like being reborn. The next step, one that must not be missed is to stay away from this place.

The figure shot out... the closest distance seemed to be the window. But at this moment...

"I didn't tell you to leave."

The butler's body trembles slightly... Have you missed the best time? No, this time can be said to be within a few millimeters, and there is absolutely no error in the slightest. Then there is only one possibility... another possibility to break the opponent's blockade.

Wake the other party back from the predicament of thinking, and get rid of that danger temporarily.

"It seems that my luck is really just mediocre." The butler couldn't help but let out a wry smile, letting the body walk back again.

Burning the will of God? The matter hasn't reached that point. Before the gods, the burning will can still be supplemented after a little training. After all, there are still some things in the world that can supplement the small world. But when it has risen to the category of the will of God, there are too few things to recover from.

"On the contrary, my luck is very good." Zhao Nan sighed slowly. While he was shocked by the kind of thinking dilemma, he also had a strange idea... Could the other party use this method to do this? Help yourself?

"My Lord, it's not a gentleman's style to taunt your opponent." The butler said embarrassingly.

Zhao Nan said: "Let's talk about it, what the **** is the truth keeping you lurking here? Spying on me?"

The butler suddenly asked, "My Lord, can I ask you a question first?"

"Ask." Zhao Nan responded extremely quickly.

The steward frowned and said: "Did you have the right to use the will of the gods gifted by the Lord? The things that imprison me seem to have many similarities with the will of the gods of the Lord."

Right to use?

Zhao Nan was taken aback for a moment, then he was taken aback, and suddenly he had some idea.

He has no way to admit that he is the Lord of Truth in front of the world...If the ancient Conferred Gods know that the current Lord of Truth is even a fellow who has not reached the Conferred God, it is estimated that all the old accounts must be settled properly.

But if there is such a thing as usage rights...

After being silent for a moment, Zhao Nan said calmly: "Why do you know this kind of thing?"