Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2504

1017: Only the dead can keep secrets

The Saint looked at him and said, “You don’t look like you are seriously injured and in danger like you did just now.”

Mogad had just used the Flesh and Blood Puppet to save his life from the Demon Lord.

But using the Flesh and Blood Puppet was very costly. His condition just now explained everything, otherwise the Lord of Slaughter would not have believed it so easily.

But at this moment, Mogad looked normal, not like he was injured at all.

Mogad smiled faintly: “As the former adulterous king, he must have some trump cards.”

“Really?” The saint chuckled, and her usually gentle smile was a little cold now, “I just heard Zuan was worried, wondering where the historian of time had gone. Now that I think about it, didn’t he come in with us?”

Mogad’s expression changed slightly: “Saint, you’re joking. Do you suspect that I am the historian of time? I am Mogad. The young lady and the lord can’t fail to tell me apart.”

“The one who delayed the Demon Lord at the cost of his life should be the real Mogad, but…” The saint paused deliberately, and her scrutinizing eyes fell on the other party, “But the one who appeared before we came in may not be the one.”

Mogad smiled awkwardly: “With the lord’s ability, how could he not tell him apart.”

“Let’s not talk about whether the Lord of Slaughter knew about the existence of the Chronicle of Time. Even if he knew, he and Sarame hoped that Mogad could escape safely. You just took advantage of their subconsciousness and created some flesh and blood puppet reason to make the few people present believe the legitimacy of your appearance, and then you can lurk around everyone in the identity of Mogad.”

The saint looked at her coldly: “I was also deceived by you at the beginning. It was not until Zaun mentioned the Chronicle of Time just now that I realized that there was something wrong with your appearance.”

At this time, Mogad sighed, and his whole body began to twist, and finally restored his original form. The whole person was wrapped in a wide black robe, especially his face was hidden in the shadow of the cloak: “Once people doubt the legitimacy of our existence, our disguise will not be established. This time it is still too hasty and we can’t make complete arrangements.” The saint knew

what he meant. If the Lord of Slaughter was not about to take them through the light gate, he would not have appeared in such a hurry.

At that time, the only identity he could forge was Mogad, who had just died.

After all, none of the four people present saw Mogad’s death with their own eyes, so he still had enough room to manipulate. The reason he made up for a flesh and blood puppet was reasonable, and he successfully deceived everyone.

But no matter how reasonable it was, the whole thing could not withstand careful scrutiny.

“Why are you running here instead of following the Lord of Slaughter to record?” The Saint said coldly.

She remembered that Zaun had mentioned before that the Chronicle Official would only follow the “protagonist of the world”. Before, whether it was the Lord of Slaughter or the Lord of Demons, their importance and influence on the entire world far exceeded that of others, so the Chronicle Official would leave Zaun and his group and go to the two to record various major events.

Now it is understandable that he does not stay with the Lord of Demons, because he wants to record this legendary heaven.

But it is quite strange that he does not continue to follow the Lord of Slaughter, but secretly follows her and Zaun.

“Because I just realized that the one with the most prosperous fortune in this world and the one who is most involved with the world line is not the Lord of Demons, the Lord of Killing, or even that Zaun,” the Historian of Time looked at the Saint with fanatical eyes, “but you!”

Hearing his words, the Saint’s expression suddenly became a little colder.

The historian of time took out a book and flipped through it quickly: “According to historical records, you are the eldest daughter of the Yumen family, and the Yumen family is just a small family on the edge of the demon clan. How could they cultivate such an outstanding talent like you?”

“The records about you in history appeared suddenly. The entire demon clan was about to end, and you suddenly turned out and led the demon clan to complete an incredible reversal, and even sealed the Lord of Killing in the end. I really can’t think of how you could do it.”

“I don’t know what you mean by history or not.” The saint said coldly, “I only know to do everything possible to lead the demon clan to resist foreign enemies. This time Brother Zu came, maybe it was with his help that we did that.”

“You want to say that you are the Miss Xie beside him who traveled to this era,” the historian of time smiled, “Actually, I thought so at the beginning, and I even thought that it was Zuan and you who worked together, and even joined forces with the Demon Lord to seal the Lord of Killing, but after I saw you and got in close contact with you, I found that everything was so wrong.”

The saint showed a smile on her face at this time: “Oh, what is so wrong?”

“Because I found that you are more involved in this world line than others, and that Miss Xie definitely doesn’t have such ability,” the Historian of Time closed the book in his hand, “I didn’t find any record of you before you became a saint in the history books, so who are you?”

“You have followed us for so long, just to say these nonsense?” The Saint’s face was calm, as if what she heard had nothing to do with her.

“Originally, I didn’t want to show up. We, the Historians of Time, should have quietly hidden behind everyone and recorded all the major events that happened in the world, but you insisted on calling me out,” the Historian of Time smiled, “In that case, then I will ask you directly in person.”

“Oh, aren’t you afraid of being silenced?” The Saint raised her eyebrows.

The Historian of Time shook his head slightly: “Saint, don’t be nervous, I have no ill intentions. We, the Historians of Time, only record history, but never participate in history, so we will not reveal your identity.”

“Really, but I remember that you personally intervened in the world line in the dungeon of my demon world before.” The Saint stared at him coldly, and was not convinced by his words.

“Hey, you actually have the memory of Miss Xie, that’s strange…” The Historian of Time scratched his

head with a pen, “Is it a possession? But it doesn’t seem like it, right, it’s that…” The Saint slowly raised her hand: “It seems that only the dead can keep the secret.”

Seeing that she seemed to be planning to take action, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Time’s mouth: “Since you seem to be preparing to do something wrong, I have to kindly remind you that we, the Historian of Time, have to travel through various time and space and enter various worlds. We have long abandoned the low-level existence of the flesh. In a sense, we are now immortal, so you can’t kill me at all.”

“Oh? Is that so…” The Saint stopped talking, and suddenly a ball of light appeared in the palm of her hand. The light was even brighter and more dazzling than the sun in an instant, and then the omnipresent light instantly enveloped the Historian of Time.

The Historian of Time began to disappear, and his frightened voice came from the ball of light: “How is it possible? You can actually hurt me! This kind of power… I know who you are, you are…”

Before he finished his sentence, the whole person had completely turned into flying ash.