The war between Britain and France had lasted for more than a hundred years. The Night Watcher had lived through it as well... But as a monarch from an even more distant era, he had never been particularly interested in the mutual slaughter between human races.
If he remembered correctly, he had been in the Far East during that period, partly to avoid the chaos of war and partly to search for the legendary elixir of immortality there.
But he had gained the right to live forever because he had once made a wish to the Magic Lamp... What about Xie Jiatu?
He naturally could not have made a wish to the Magic Lamp as well... How exactly had he achieved immortality? At this moment, even the Night Watcher, who had no interest in what Xie Jiatu wanted to do, felt the slightest stir at the thought that Xie Jiatu had survived until now.
"You've been alive for a very long time too." The Night Watcher shook his head. "A century is enough to make a person forget many things. As for several centuries, even hatred would have rotted away long ago... Yet you still seem so obsessed."
"Let me tell you a story." The High Priest Xie Jiatu waved his hand.
The metal wall behind him suddenly split open into more than a dozen compartments. From them, drones the size of washbasins slowly flew out.
Through the transparent Reinforced Glass wall, they projected laser beams. The instant the beams converged, several images unfolded before the Night Watcher.
A peaceful mountain village slowly appeared before him.
The High Priest's voice rang out at the same time. "This is where I was born... in a peaceful town in the Kingdom of France. As you know, I was born in that age