Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2777: 1523: Speculation and Unfathomable Mysteries_2

Leo Ray thoughtfully reviewed the information he had gathered from the ancient tome and then questioned Fei’er.

“Has Uncle Charlie made it through? I remember well that Uncle Charlie, being Father King’s sibling, has been steadfastly defending the borders of the Silver Fire Kingdom against neighboring Human Kingdoms.”

Fei’er gave a firm nod to Leo Ray in confirmation, “Your Majesty surely recalls that in the Silver Moon Era, the Silver Fire Kingdom ruled over the Ancient Human Tribes, yet other Human Kingdoms persisted as well.”

Upon hearing Fei’er’s explanation, Leo Ray nodded in contemplation.

Fei’er spoke truly; for instance, Elder Bing hailed not from the Silver Fire Kingdom originally, but from a land called Eternal Winter.

However, these details serve merely as side notes. Fei’er’s affirmation strengthens my prior hypothesis, indicating that a parallel universe truly exists.

Moreover, another intriguing aspect arises from the venue number provided by the guiding voice, suggesting that parallel universes extend far beyond this single one.

“Your Majesty, one thing baffles me greatly. Given that the time progression there differs from ours—one day here equals ten days there—shouldn’t thirty thousand years have elapsed for them since the Era of Blankness? Why does it align with the three Thousand Years of the Starry Era?”

Fei’er reflected briefly before furrowing her brow and inquiring.

“That’s precisely what has puzzled me too. What troubles me further is whether the guiding voice accelerated the time flow there or decelerated it here, resulting in this discrepancy.”

Leo Ray rested his chin on his hand, mused aloud, and stated, “The key question remains: why would the guiding voice orchestrate this? Or perhaps it wasn’t the guiding voice’s intent at all?”

“Your Majesty speaks wisely. There must be an underlying cause, likely tied to the Era of Blankness.”

Fei’er lightly bit her crimson lip while deep in thought, then continued, “On that note, Your Majesty, you once mentioned numerous other realms featuring diverse landscapes and environments unlike ours. How do we account for that?”

“That’s yet another vital puzzle for me.”

Leo Ray stood up from his chair and began to pace leisurely, “What we know for sure is that those locations share the same time flow as ours.”

Leo Ray’s certainty stemmed from two factors: firstly, meticulous checks on the arrival times of the Otherworldly Lords summoned by his followers, all aligning perfectly with our own.

Secondly, the Young Family siblings verified on other plateaus that the days they’ve endured since arriving match ours exactly, confirming the timelines sync completely.

“So, parallel universes exhibit varying time flows, while the separate realms maintain perfect uniformity?”

Fei’er softly massaged her temple, brows knitted as she remarked, “I must concede, it’s truly intricate.”

“In fact, you’ve overlooked a vital element: in parallel universes under Deity oversight, no Otherworldly Lords arrive, which contrasts sharply with our distinct realms and home.”

Leo Ray lightly snapped his fingers and summarized, “Therefore, we can view it inversely: where Otherworldly Lords descend, time flows align uniformly; where they do not, discrepancies emerge.”

“Your Majesty’s insight clarifies it greatly.”

Fei’er nodded in reflection and then posed, “If so, those other realms hosting Otherworldly Lord arrivals could well surround us, as commonly believed, divided merely by vast, uncrossed oceans.”

“We can’t confirm that fully yet, but it stands as the soundest theory for now.”

Leo Ray halted his pacing, resumed his seat, and shook his head in resignation, “Regrettably, our leads are scarce, preventing a definitive assessment.”

“Indeed, the deeper our deductions, the more enigmatic the Era of Blankness appears.”

Fei’er let out a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping sorrowfully, “Forgive me, Your Majesty; I’ve lost memory of so much, or I could assist you more effectively in unraveling these mysteries.”

“How could I hold that against you? Remember, without your aid, the Malevolent Deity’s Chosen Son might have wiped out the Human Clan entirely.”

Leo Ray regarded her guilty expression, shifted the conversation, and added, “Incidentally, there’s another matter requiring your expertise.”

With that, Leo Ray outlined the situation involving the Broken Valley Alliance to Fei’er.

Should a method exist to revert the looks of old Gary and the other mighty members of the Broken Valley Alliance, combined with their historical knowledge, they would prove invaluable as steadfast partners.

Failing that, their Dead Spirit-like visages could spell disaster for them.

In such a scenario, even if they agree to ally, it might harm us more than help, since associating with Dead Spirits tarnishes one’s standing—despite old Gary’s awakening elevating him beyond the Dead Spirits category.

“I see. For me, it’s no challenge at all, particularly with Your Majesty’s blessings restoring my full capabilities.”

Fei’er beamed with assurance and replied, “Though employing their skeletons as bases is uncommon, as Your Majesty may recall, a Silver Fire Kingdom city once faced a comparable incident. Kindly guide me to the Broken Valley Alliance; I’ll impart the unique incantation to restore their ordinary forms.”

“Excellent, we’ll head there without delay.”

Leo Ray agreed promptly and nodded to Fei’er.

Leo Ray knew full well, post the demon confrontations, two pressing issues demanded attention.

First, reinstating the appearances of the Broken Valley Alliance’s powerhouses.

Second, revitalizing the Life Force within the Treant Forest to rouse diligent leaders like Shuert and the Treants once more—for which he hadn’t even taken Frank to probe the caverns.

“As Your Majesty commands, I’m thrilled to behold this world unseen for ages!”

Fei’er nodded vigorously, her face alight with excitement and zeal.

Shortly thereafter, as Leo Ray escorted the exhilarated Fei’er into the Ice Stone City Command Hall, they spotted Moli devouring a Frost Lamb Leg bigger than her head.

“Hey, human youngster, you’ve returned! Got any tasty treats for me?”

Spotting Leo Ray, Moli, though still recovering, bounded over eagerly.

Before Leo Ray, wearing a wry smile, could respond, Moli eyed the stranger Fei’er and queried him, “Who’s this kid?”

As she spoke, Moli puffed out her chest to appear more imposing, since among the group—save for short elves like Broy and tiny fairies like Crisis—she ranked as the smallest, a constant irritation. Now, encountering Fei’er, who reached only to her ear level, Moli sought to play the elder.

“Your Excellency, shouldn’t you present yourself before inquiring about others’ identities?”

Fei’er creased her brow slightly at Moli’s term, placed hands on hips, and retorted, “Perhaps I surpass you in age.”

“No way you’re older than me—you should know I’ve lived over eight hundred years!”

Moli postured as the senior, tapping Fei’er’s shoulder while declaring, “You’ve got solid power; from now on, you can address me as big sister!”

“Is that so? Yet I’ve reached a thousand years, so by your logic, shouldn’t you call me big sister?”

Fei’er arched her brows subtly and offered a gentle smile.

“What? That can’t be!”

Moli nearly let her roasted lamb leg slip, her face etched with astonishment.

Witnessing this, Leo Ray grinned ruefully once more, but just then, startling intelligence arrived.