As the game prompt fully appeared,
the handsome Scholar no longer gave further thought to anything else.
Everything fell silent,
leaving only the enormous spacecraft bearing the Interstellar Transport Company's insignia as it slowly drifted toward an even vaster, boundless mechanical star ring that already encircled a star.
On the other side of the world.
The Current World.
At this moment, sunlight gently bathed ancient Frankfurt, and the streets and alleys brimmed with a distinctive atmosphere where history intertwined with modernity.
While Su Wen and Angelia were wholly immersed in that mysterious, unpredictable journey to the Third Era, which had a time limit of only seven days,
a different kind of undercurrent was quietly unfolding in Roman Square, at the heart of this German city.
The weathered stone pavement of the square bore the marks of time, while the spires of the surrounding Gothic buildings thrust into the sky as though recounting tales of the past.
A man in a dark trench coat stood quietly in a corner of the vast square,
his posture straight, his face covered by a mask, and an unfathomable gleam lurking in his deep eyes.
But the next second,
as a flock of birds returned,
he slowly extended his hand, loosened his distinct-knuckled fingers, and scattered carefully prepared food crumbs onto the ground like falling snowflakes.
In an instant,
the peace was shattered.
The previously empty sky was immediately obscured by countless birds. Beating their wings and crying noisily, they scrambled to seize the unexpected feast.
But the man remained unmoved,
his gaze sweeping through the flock until it settled on one pigeon. He then approached it unhurriedly.
The instant the bird landed, the man moved with lightning speed, gently yet precisely removing a small letter from its leg.
Clearly,
this was an extremely ancient