I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"I never said I was afraid." Bai Yaksha moved the fan as if out of anger, "Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

But Cheng Rang didn't hesitate at all. The moment his hand grasped the doorknob, a familiar feeling suddenly came over him like a tide.

There was a soft click, and the door lock popped open before Cheng Rang even turned the handle.

Stepping into it, the light reflected from the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the room was a bit dazzling. A petite figure was sitting on a mahogany desk in front of the window with his back to himself.

She obviously also expected Cheng Rang's arrival.

"Welcome...Lebra. I've been waiting for you for a long time, really long."·

The thin wool carpet on the ground seems to be painted with a pattern similar to the community, a demon-shaped scale, with the English word Libra written on the base of the scale.

Through the dazzling sunlight, the moment Cheng Rang squinted his eyes to see the figure in front of him clearly, he suddenly fell into unbelievable surprise.

How can this be?

Bai Yasha seemed to be surprised by the girl who was here at the moment, and blurted out her name.

"Gracefield?!"

Chapter 181 The Legend of Devotion to the Blade of Hope

"Why are you here?" Bai Yaksha and Cheng Rang said in unison, as if they had discussed it and had a tacit understanding.

Gracefield stretched out his hand and pointed at Cheng Rang who looked surprised: "I have always been here, you know why."

"Me?" Cheng Rang blinked and suddenly laughed: "To be honest, I really don't know very well!"

This feels really weird, like schizophrenia? Or meet yourself after traveling through time and space?

Cheng Rang's mind was in chaos, so where did the Gracefield in front of him come from?

Who was Hershareimz Rote who fought alongside Klaus and others three years ago? Is it myself?

Rubbing his temples vigorously, Cheng Rang said slowly: "I'm sorry, Bai Yaksha, can we talk alone?"

"Oh....no problem!"

Bai Yaksha's doubts disappeared completely the moment she saw Grace Feil and Cheng Rang appear in front of her. She turned around and walked out of the door, waving: "I was strolling around here, and I was still outside before sunset. Let’s meet in the alley.”

"Um."

The wooden door was gently closed by Bai Yaksha and locked automatically with a click. At this time, only Grace Feil and Cheng Rang were left in the room.

"Please sit down." Gracefield ignored Cheng Rang's astonishing expression and generously stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

Cheng Rang sunk himself into the soft sofa and watched Gracefield walk aside and take out a few bottles of wine from the cabinet.

The cork of the bottle was pulled out, and the refreshing aroma overflowed. The clear wine drew a graceful arc and fell into the cup, making a pleasant sound.

Lifting the wine glass and taking a sip, the hot feeling in the mouth flowed into the throat, followed by the unique aroma of oak.

Tasting a very familiar wine that suited his taste, Cheng Rang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "

American whiskey? "

This thing is not available in Hakoden.

Phil smiled and nodded: "I brewed it myself."

"At least three years..."

Cheng Rang put down his wine glass, looked up into Phil's blue eyes, and asked, "Who are you?"

"As you can see, Gracefield." She poured a glass for herself, raised the glass to greet herself and drank it in one gulp, her eyes filled with intoxication.

"Thirty-five thousand and eight days... Think about it this way, it's almost ninety-six years. Can it be counted as one hundred if you round it up?" she said to herself.

"I don't understand." Cheng Rang frowned and shook his head.

"One to twenty-four." Gracefield smiled and nodded his forehead, "The system's time flow rate control is still as precise as ever, and it will never be wrong by a minute or a second."

Cheng Rang made some calculations in his mind and blurted out: "Four years?"

Counting from the day when the Great Barrier of Helsalemz was restarted, until three years later when I traveled through the past, I left HL after one year and went to Hakoniwa...

Exactly four years.

"You mean you've been here... ninety-six years?"

"It's almost time. If you don't come here, look at it now. The task must not be completed yet, right?" Grace Feier seemed to know everything about Cheng Rang's system.

Open the task panel, and the words 99% unfinished are still displayed there.

A worn-out black long knife was placed on the table in front of Cheng Rang by Grace Feier.

"Does it look familiar?" she asked.

"This is...!" Cheng Rang grabbed the long black knife and looked at it carefully.

This knife seems to have been stored for a long time. It can be seen that rust has eroded the blade and some small pits have melted out. However, it has been well maintained and even reflects light.

But the broken blade had not been sharpened again. It still looked like it had been cut hard by someone after a fierce battle until the blade was curled.

He recognized this knife at a glance. It was the weapon that he had held in "his" hand, and after being defended by the Great Barrier Pillar, he launched a devastating blow at the earthquake disaster existence like a goshawk striking the sun.

And it was broken off from the hands of some unlucky guy who had frozen it into ice cubes.

"Didn't this knife turn into ashes with me?" Cheng Rang remembered it clearly.

When the earthquake disaster was about to destroy the entire world, he attacked at the same time, but the slash carrying the power of the rules was obviously not something that the already scrapped Fan Tie in his hand could withstand - before the sword light was fully formed, the weapon in his hand It was already wiped out... along with his entire arm.

Gracefield smiled and took the knife from Cheng Rang, and took out a gift card from the pocket of her skirt. In a flash of light, the worn black long knife turned into a point of light and was put into the gift card.

Name: Grace Phil, gift name: Devote Blade of hope, community: Libra.

On the bright white card, these messages were engraved in beautiful cursive calligraphy.

"Dedicate yourself to the Blade of Hope...Lebra." Cheng Rang repeated the words on the card and said suddenly: "You are...No, I resolved Hershalemzi Lot's After the crisis, you were born here because of the historical transition period? And you also inherited the godhead?"

"You can say that, but I am you and you are me. From now on we will be indistinguishable from each other." Gracefield smiled and nodded, "The history that has happened is an established fact and cannot be changed easily."

"So everything I did at that time was not a coincidence?"

"Of course, we are just pushed forward by the long river called history, towards the result that is bound to happen."

"That's why... I can use your identity at the beginning of the mission." Cheng Rang patted his head and smiled bitterly, "That's why the contract I signed with this identity will be recognized by Xiaoting..."

"That's not true. After all, I appeared here ninety-five years ago."

"It feels so strange to chat with yourself." Cheng Rang grabbed the wine bottle, filled their glasses again, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

【Ding! 】

[Side mission - The legend of the guardian of the scales in another world (completed)]

[Task reward: Special access rights to the Hakoba world, and the corresponding bound identity: Hakoba West Area**

**Outer door——Libra, Gracefield] (already issued)

"What kind of reward should I give out? I'm sitting in front of myself right now... It's really weird to say that." Cheng Rang leaned on the back of the sofa with a relaxed look on his face, shaking the empty cup in his hand.

"Mission accomplished?"

"Um."

"How does it feel to be back to the state of not being drunk again?" Gracefield took a sip of the light brown whiskey in the glass with an intoxicated look on his face, which made Cheng Rang feel envious.

But when I think about it carefully, I feel happy that this legend written by myself has been recognized by Hakoba as being born here.

Cheng Rang said in a joking tone: "It's not bad, at least I won't be hungry!"

The corner of Gracefield's mouth twitched, "You can get out, I know what to do next."

There is a question about the memory of Cheng Rang and his companions in NoName.

"Of course, I know you know as well as I do that you can rest assured if you leave it to me." Cheng Rang turned around and asked

Said: "But if I come back with this identity again, whose memory will I inherit?"

Gracefield rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Ask the system!"

Chapter 182 Organizer’s Permissions

Of course Cheng Rang would not ask the system questions that it would not answer at all, because the answer had already been told to him.

In the world of special rights of passage, the identity of "Gracefield" is equivalent to that of the indigenous people of the world, and is not protected or interfered by the system.

In the process of searching for the truth, Cheng Rang already knew that Graysfield was born here according to the legend written by himself.

Since the collapse of New York and the second restart of the barrier, Gracefield, who embodies the divinity of "the hope of saving the chaotic human world", has been born in the timeline of Hakoba and serves as the founder of Labra recognized by Klaus. One of the people who won the first prize for founding Hakowa Nishi District

**The qualification of the outer community "Lebra" has become the leader of Lebra here.

In other words, the Gracefield in the small garden is Cheng Rang himself.

In two parallel but different timelines, Gracefield of Hakoba has lived here for nearly a hundred years, and Cheng Rang, who came here due to the course of history, was just pushed along by everything that had happened before. The ending has already been planned.

After this, NoName will gain a powerful ally. The identity of Gracefield is already inextricably linked to them. Even if all the memories of Cheng Rang's existence are erased, those who still live here will "I" will also re-establish the connection between them step by step.

We will meet again eventually...

This is something that has already happened and is an established fact.

The sun sets in the west and it is already dusk.

Cheng Rang said goodbye to the drunk Gracefield, and was ready to continue on a new journey.

"If I miss them, I will come back and check on them from time to time. I'll leave it to you then."

"Next time, remember to find a way to remember the recipe for Resonance Blue! I've been tinkering with it for decades and haven't figured it out yet. It's amazing." Phil murmured, curling up on the sofa with his arms pillowed on his head.

"I try my best...."

With a soft click, Cheng Rang pushed open the door, and Bai Yaksha was already waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.

"Have you finished chatting? What have you gained?" She raised her head and looked over and asked.

Cheng Rang smiled and patted his chest: "I have brought NoName another powerful ally, the leader of the five-digit community from the outer sect. Isn't that awesome?"

Shiroyasha curled his lips as if he couldn't bear to see it, "Then go back quickly and tell Izayoi and the others the news."

"It's not necessary. Anyway, if I say it, they will forget it."

"What?"

"The commission is over, Shiroyasha."

The parchment with the double goddess pattern in Cheng Rang's hand lit up with purple flames and dissipated in mid-air.

Staring at the black-haired man in front of her, his expression was relaxed and relieved, and he looked like he was going to die without any regrets. Bai Yaksha couldn't help but frown, and she immediately asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Would you like to play chess?"

"If you want me to help, just say so...Don't do these crooked tricks that won't bring you happiness!"

Cheng Rang made an exaggerated expression of heartache and shouted: "Wow, don't say it so harshly, Lord Bai Yaksha, I really just want to play chess this time!"

"Let's play a gift game..."

"I think you are doing it entirely for the latter!" Bai Yaksha immediately complained, but then when she saw Cheng Rang's calm smile, she rubbed her forehead impatiently and said, "I always feel a little bad. Something is going to happen.”

Snapped!

As Shiroyasha clapped his hands, the two arrived at her game field.

At the end of the dark purple endless night is a hazy mist. The surrounding area is lit by bright neon lights from the amusement park. The red bricks and stones exude the cool earthy smell after the rain. However, there are only two people here, Bai Yaksha and Cheng Rang. Somewhat empty.

"You still have a place like this?" Cheng Rang couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the surrounding scenery with a strong sense of familiarity.

"Well, there are still many unique cultural scenes here in the West District, so I just renovated the useless places. I'm not someone who can take time off, you know."

Shiroyasha answered with a slightly proud smile, then waved his folding fan, and the huge chessboard base of Demon War Chess appeared out of thin air between the two of them. The sweet sound of mechanical gears running accompanied by the slowly unfolding of the chessboard appeared in front of them. No matter how many times I saw this scene, , she will be impressed by this exquisite and gorgeous design from another world, and she will never get tired of it.

"What do you want to bet on this time?" Bai Yaksha was the first to take a seat, sitting next to the white chess piece as before.

Cheng Rang picked up the black chess piece, put it in his hand and thought about it gently: "If you win, I will introduce you to a top demon war chess player like me, and let her teach you how to play this thing." Brings the greatest joy.”

"Oh?" Bai Yaksha raised his eyebrows, obviously interested: "Then what if I lose?"

"It's simple, just give me a message."

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