Esme Crane's world... That was her second thought.
Suddenly, she realized that she was actually in tears.
She felt a moment of unprecedented peace as all the sights of her short life swept through her mind in a flash. She gathered her last strength and used her strongest burst of power to stab at the All-Seeing Eye above the Blood Infant.
Polaris could not remember how many times he had fought and killed, so much so that when he turned back, there were few of his companions left around him, and the ground was full of ambulatory bodies, all of the Shadow Assassins who could not maintain their Shadow spells, revealing their bodies in the darkness.
The blood baby in Jeremiah Moore's belly then let out a horrible cry, and all of the Shadow Assassins' internal organs were shaken and bleeding, and many of them turned blind and deaf in an instant.
He needed to go on a tour of the world and find a place where he could enjoy the dragon's food.
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"Professor!" Someone called out to her from her side. She turned around to see two female students trotting towards her. "Good morning, Professor. We happen to have some questions for you." She suddenly got a lump in her throat. "Professor?" The two female students looked at her strangely. "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten something. What did you guys want to ask?" She replied as she control her emotions. The two students had no doubts and asked several academic questions. Despite the very different times, she answered their questions without hesitation, as if her academic literacy had kept up with the times. But questions still linger deep inside her. Where is Esme Crane? What the hell is going on? She walked with the two female students to the building, entered the classroom, and started teaching as she was supposed to. It was as if she has done it before, and it didn't feel out of place. The long 90-minute session had finally ended, and she had completed her teaching d
Esme Crane woke up with severe pain in her head, and her joints seemed to have been broken and reattached. A strange feeling came over her and it seemed like she had never felt so precarious as now. She opened her eyes, and then before she could do anything else, unfamiliar memories flooded her mind. Those are the memories of someone else's life. This person with the same name as her, named Esme Crane, lives in a world that is probably parallel to Earth. Her father, Calvin Crane, is a second-generation descendant of the Republic of Dejhess who came to the Mhadrrith Empire and now he was a worker, her mother, Sofia Ramirez, is a Mhadrrith Empire native, she is a housewife, and her brother, Reuben, who is eight years her junior. The cultural level of the former owner of this body is not very high. She dropped out of school in the middle of the 7th grade and she didn't quite understand the concept of the Dejhess Republic and the Mhadrrith Empire. Esme Crane wondered why she appeared i
Esme Crane reminisces about the petty ruins of her life's memory. Her previous life. She couldn't remember who her parents were, but one thing she was pretty sure of, she moved out at the age of sixteen. Of course, the paperwork was difficult for her, but in a short time, she was able to adjust to her new living situation. The apartment complex she lived in belonged to her father, he probably just wanted her to disappear from his sight as soon as possible. But why she was kicked out of the house, she has no memory of them. She fends for herself and earns a living, a florist shop is an ideal location for that. The owner of the store is a very gentle and kind person, he has accepted her as a part-time job in his shop. The summer months are when she is at the flower shop the most. The money she earns is used to pay for school fees and personal living expenses. Her life remained so peaceful during the three years of high school. In college, she had another incident. What it was, she st
"Are you here to wait for me?" So the next moment, she foolishly spoke to a cat, as if she believed it could answer her. The black cat, of course, did not answer her but narrowed those extremely beautiful cat eyes, it lowered its head, placed the pocket watch on the ground, raised its right front paw, licked its paw, and then washed its face. Only when she spoke did she realize that she was subconsciously speaking Vridhirc, the main language of the current kingdom as if she was influenced by the instincts left in her original body. She tried to open her mouth and repeat the words in English quietly, confirming that she could still speak English, and couldn't help but feel relieved. Esme Crane took the bread and sausage and scanned the interior of the worker's workshop, which was dark with only a little light and the smell of iron filings to her nose. The hearth, as she thought, still had embers left in it, giving off warmth. The cat led Esme Crane to the backyard of a single stone h
The night was uneventful. It was just after dawn when Esme Crane was already walking above the foggy country roads. She used a rag as a headscarf to wrap her face so as not to be recognized. Her footsteps are hurried and she looks around, describing herself as furtive. The incandescent day, on the other hand, is the outdoor prayer day in this world, probably because most people are religious. On this day, most people will gather in the central church or square of their residential area for a long daytime mass. England in the mid-nineteenth century because of the first industrial revolution, the city began to fill the air with industrial soot, coupled with the temperate maritime climate brought about by the perennial rain and fog, its capital city of London gradually has the name of the fog capital. It wasn't long before she reached Emerson, a river that runs south of Zocta, a tributary of the Dorrans River that runs through the entire city of Zocta, and the town of Emerson is named
Anna is a chef at the church's Buzan Church and earns a good salary of 350 CUC per week. Her husband is an employee of the railway company, driving the intercity steam train between Emerson Town and Zocta South Station every day, earning 450 copper Canadian miles a week. The Church is divided into five churches, each of which worships one elemental god - the gods of the earth, the sky, the sea, and the fire. ", "God of Fire", and "God of Spirit". This is exactly in line with the theory of the elements that Esme Crane knew sprouted from ancient Greece, namely the four elements of "earth, air, water, and fire" and the fifth element derived from Aristotle, which is also the most common pattern of the Western method pentagram represents the meaning of the five elements. The door was opened and a round-faced, wide-eyed brunette, much shorter than her, appeared before Esme Crane's eyes, still wearing her pajamas and seemingly recently risen. This stems from a bizarre experience in her chi
After about an hour and a half, Esme Crane, who had taken a hot shower in Ann's apartment and changed into a neat and clean dress, finally sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Hungry, she resisted the urge to gobble up all the beans, mashed potatoes, bacon, and fried eggs on her plate in small bites, and finally poured a large cup of fragrant milk tea into her belly, feeling her soul out of her body and finally having a sense of the reality of being alive. She searched her memory as she ate, remembering that Esme Crane didn't have many suitors, instead she had been bullied growing up and didn't seem to have many friends except Ann. Everyone else disliked her and insulted her as a freak. The woman's looks were beautiful, at least from Esme Crane's own aesthetic point of view extremely good, mixed-race face always outstanding. Her skin is pale but delicate and smooth without blemishes, her eyebrows have the picturesque quality of oriental beauty, a pair of beautiful almond eyes
Esme Crane, confused, asked, "What is the Favourite? What hunter?" And Esme Crane made a disguise, hours before, she was in Ann and Isaac's apartment room in Emerson town center. Ann told her that since she was going to Zocta to make a living and work in a job like delivering newspapers, she had better look sharp. Esme Crane couldn't help but feel the money pouch in her inside jacket pocket, and felt it bulging inside, so she felt a sense of security. Esme Crane smiled and replied with the same pull, "Thanks for your advice, I'll think about it." "I speak badly, but I still want to advise you to go to Zocta and live honestly, do not think about going to any hunter group. If there really is a Hunter Order in this world, so shiny, why does the Church not want to let people know about their existence? There must be a reason for keeping them hidden, and the existence of hunters must not be a good thing." "You shut up Isaac, you fool, you don't even know that you are being deceived by