The train was rumbling on the railway, and the road was lined with busy scenes in the early spring season. Farmers were busy in the fields while ploughing horses. Occasionally, children wearing shabby clothes could be seen chasing the train and shouting.

Most of the passengers went south from Nord to Sword Castle, to Bran’s travelers, merchants, businessmen, and company employees.

Most of the ladies sat in their own cars, covering their faces with small fans, whispering to discuss the recent gossip news happening in Brighton, and chatting about the excitement and bursts of laughter from time to time.

The gentlemen should be more serious, and express their opinions on the recent conflicts with the Kingdom of Sert and the commercial disputes with the Kingdom of Faris with a rigorous attitude and the tone of political critics.

Train travel in this era is always noisy, and people are talking about various topics, even strangers who have never met each other can sit together and exchange opinions.

However, in this complicated environment, a very strange passenger was sitting in a position in the corner of the VIP car. As soon as he got on the bus, he closed his eyes and rested, put his hands on his chest and hugged his face, and seemed to be pretending to be sleeping. He seemed to just not want to talk to the people around him. In addition, he did not salute at all, and his motionless attitude almost made the conductor who occasionally passed by almost suspected that it was a corpse.

A little girl wearing a lace hat looked at the strange man curiously. She jumped off her seat and rubbed the man's thighs with her fingers until she was scolded by the noble lady beside her and then left with a pout.

I don't know how long it took, but the man suddenly opened his eyes. He took the hat off his face, stretched his waist, and a faint golden light flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, it still didn't work. Sean sighed, rubbed his face, returned to reality from meditation, and looked out the car window with a misty look.

But I was savoring the feeling just now.

Of course, he was not sleeping, but sensing the legendary power of faith. In theory, with divinity, the power of faith aimed at him should be easily sensed. Although Sean did not have this experience, he had never eaten pork and watched the pig leave. Sean felt that it had been so long, so he should have reacted a little.

However, after meditating for a few hours while half asleep and half awake, Sean still couldn't realize how different she was now from the past.

It seems that it is not that easy to enhance the development of divine power through the power of faith.

He thought helplessly.

The few dwarf goblins on Wednesday were too small, so the power of faith provided basically did not need to be considered.

Although this restaurant is very popular and full of customers, it is just a restaurant after all. Sean dares not really publicly promote things like the Sun God. He can only play the edge ball, hang a mural in the hall, send a few slogans, and the membership card has a price sun face pattern. People may become interested in the portraits on the paintings in the hall, and may be touched by the cute smiling face icon, but they will definitely not really develop pious beliefs. Even if they have similar emotions, they may be amazed and moved by the food.

Sean is really not sure whether such emotions can produce the so-called power of faith.

As for writing books to spread his personal virtual image and condense the readers' faith, it will take a long time to finish the book. It will take at least several months to finish it. It will cause a sensation after it is released, and it will be as soon as a year later.

It may even take two or three years. Sean's book, which took about such a long time to become popular.

With this calculation, the plan to enhance divine power through the power of faith is really a bit far away.

Alas, it seems that the gods can't save Nord, they can't even help themselves.

Sean had already made up his mind now. It turns out that believing in gods is not reliable at all. He doesn't have the patience to wait for another year or two to reveal the results. One generation of gods still has to follow the magic route.

This time I go back to the Sword Castle, I must explore the infinite possibilities of magic.

Just as Sean was thinking like this, the scenery outside the car window began to become more familiar.

He straightened up and looked at the increasingly clearer city outline on the horizon in the distance, as well as the black smoke and dark clouds in the sky, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited. It's almost here! Sean thought, and he became a little timid.

The train finally drove into the platform. As the steel beast slowly stopped beside the platform, the whistle sounded, and the white steam swelled, and the passengers on the car also got out of the car.

Sean followed the crowd out of the car, walked through the bustling crowd, walked out of the train station, and called out a taxi car.

"Go to Ryan River Street!" he said, throwing a silver Tucker over.

Half an hour later, Sean stood in front of his apartment, with a somewhat complicated expression. He couldn't tell whether he was more excited to return to his familiar home or the more nervous he was back to the scene of his first murder.

After stopping in front of the door for two or three minutes, he finally walked to the door, opened the door with the key, pushed it open and walked in.

Walking through the foyer and into the living room, the layout of the room was almost exactly the same as when I left. The only difference was that a thin layer of dust fell on the floor, on the desk, and on the sofa.

He walked into the study, and even the glass fragments on the ground did not change at all.

He even saw a small piece of blood that fell from the ground when he killed Alhaz. Although it had turned into a black mark, Sean still clearly remembered that it was a piece that he couldn't wipe clean when he cleaned the floor.

He sat down in the chair behind the desk with some emotion, and picked up a book on the desk. It was a book called "The Story of the Fools". Thinking of the not-so-funny joke he made with this book, Sean suddenly laughed.

He put down the book and exhaled a long sigh.

Finally come back.

In a few minutes, Sean finally recovered from that complicated mood. Let him pass the past, and a new beginning will be followed.

The first thing he had to do was to clean the room, as if he wanted to sweep everything in the past. Sean did it very seriously, wiped away the dust from the floor with a mop, and carefully cleaned the backrest of the desk and sofa with a rag.

He had to use a spatula for the tenacious black-brown stain.

After working for an hour, the entire apartment became completely refreshed.

Then Sean took another hot bath. Since 1833, the apartment has been providing hot water to rain, and can be used even during the day. This is the most satisfying thing for Sean to this apartment. Being able to take a free bath can be said to be a major improvement in civilization.

After taking a shower, he changed into an old shirt he had found from the closet. Sean sat on the sofa and made a pot of coffee for himself. At this moment, he could finally proudly declare that I, Sean Forrest, is back.

He looked at the familiar scenery around him and drank the mellow coffee. At this time, he finally felt like he was home.

But Sean didn't think about it for too long, and he still had a lot to do next.

He took out his notebook, filled the pen with ink, and prepared to make a plan for his next task.
Chapter completed!