Dublin is a miracle formed by the overlapping of countless time and space.

There you can see the past and future of this world, and it is also the focus of countless possible universes, including...his hometown.

Because that is also the story of mankind, and all human stories exist here. In other words, Joyce used his absolute talent to find a destination for all the information flowing in the torrent of human history.

A destination that can accommodate all incredible things, an otherworldly dream.

When the traveler knew this, he even wanted to sigh: he never thought that he could still glimpse the shadow of his hometown in this world - after all, he was already far enough away from that place.

"Although it may seem like you will be surprised, Dublin is a place where miracles come true. Among countless possibilities, there is always a possibility that your wish will come true..."

Joyce poked Kitahara and Kaede, who were staring at the cup, and found that the other person seemed to be completely immersed in his own thoughts. He sighed and explained seriously.

"I know. I'm not a person who is obsessed with miracles...I just think it's so sudden and unreal. And I have mixed feelings about it."

Beiyuan and Feng shook their heads and answered helplessly.

He shook the cup and watched the ice ball inside hit the thick glass, making a crisp impact sound - he still doesn't understand why this cup and the ice ball could be brought out of "that city", but in this existence

In the world of alchemy and monsters, everything seems to happen as it should.

Miracles always exist, and you can always believe in them.

"In a sense, I really experienced Mr. Wilde's mentality outside Dublin."

Kitahara and Kaede put away the cup, tilted their heads and said softly, finally showing a soft and gentle smile: "Let's go, we have to take a look at this real Dublin."

"Dublin is also beautiful. I just don't know if the sun will shine today - but it won't be too hot even in summer. The temperature here is extreme when it reaches 30 degrees Celsius."

Joyce looked at Kitahara and Kaede, who seemed to be cheering up, and his light blue eyes lit up. He jumped down from his seat briskly, not caring at all about the dust accumulated in the abandoned bar.

Kitahara and Kaede raised their heads, looking at this proud genius who had returned to the human world with his magnificent orange-gold eyes, and at this bar that had lost all its miraculous and dreamy colors.

There are no stars, no Milky Way, and no mysterious, lonely and sluggish atmosphere.

At the end, he took a deep breath of the air with the subtle smell of dust and sunshine, smiled, and said in a teasing tone: "It's such a peaceful feeling, at least I don't have to worry about falling into another dimension while walking on the road.

It's gone."

"But don't you think it's interesting? One street is all the streets in the world, and a glass of wine contains all the rivers in the world... Ah, what river did you see first?"

"Danube."

Beihara and Feng shook their cups, listening to the pleasant sound inside, their orange-gold eyes slightly curved:

"Although I at least recognized the Seine, Volga, Neva and other beautiful little guys in its sparkling waves. But the Danube has its own advantages as a piece of music, and the melody went directly to my ears... …”

"Sounds beautiful."

"I can even hum a little tune for you if you want to listen."

"No, my favorite is indeed the River Philly in Ireland. To me, all the rivers in the world are just to illustrate the way this river flows in a wine glass."

The two of them chatted casually like this, walked out of the bar, and walked on the Irish streets with warm sunshine, passing by colorful doors one after another, as if they were walking in a miraculous forest where another person was tired.

Today's sun is surrounded by a beautiful halo. The colorful circle is like an ouroboros with gorgeous scales, hovering in the sky biting its own tail.

The residents of Ireland are obviously used to this strange optical phenomenon. They only glance at it occasionally and then walk leisurely on the street as before. On the other hand, the outsiders seem very excited and are taking pictures on the street with their mobile phones. Such rare scenery.

Occasionally, one or two people walked by with their dogs, but this did not startle Joyce, who was chattering around Beihara and Feng to introduce the city.

Because he couldn't see it at all - of course, part of it was because these dogs were very docile and didn't bark at all on the street. It would be different if they were replaced by Chihuahuas curled up in people's arms.

"Today is the solar halo - it looks like there will be some new changes in the weather. In fact, William feels very much like a lunar halo, but you may not be able to meet, which is really a pity."

Joyce murmured a few words, then smiled after seeing the confused looks in Kitahara and Feng's eyes. It was a rare opportunity to explain to this friend who seemed to be able to understand everything he said:

"It's William Barrett Yeats. He is a standard mystic who has recently gone to do his own research. You know, Ireland is almost full of holy places for mysticism. But he actually This guy will regret it to death if he didn't come to watch Elf with us."

Having said this, the childish-looking Transcendent couldn't help but show a proud expression, as if he had finally succeeded in standing in front of his opponent.

"Pfft." Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but laugh, then calmed down the expression on their faces and raised their eyes to look at the sun surrounded by a beautiful aperture, "You Irish superpowers really make people feel... Very... special."

"Because we are all geniuses, and geniuses are special."

Joyce is not modest at all in this aspect. He is modest in another aspect: "Of course, I am not actually a great person. Those people just 'deify' me because they are too stupid." .”

"I am just an ordinary middle-class person. I can be afraid of a lot of things and like a lot of things. I have a beloved wife and I want to have lovely friends. I want to do something I like to do... "

The man was just muttering like this, looking around curiously on the streets of the city like someone who had never been to Dublin.

Although he couldn't see any meaningful words or shapes in his field of vision, his abundant imagination and sensitivity allowed him to imagine what a lively city this was.

"I guess I understand...mundane geniuses, right?"

Kitahara and Feng followed each other's gaze and looked at a billboard shining brightly at the intersection. They found that an advertisement for an electronic product that seemed a bit old to them was playing on it. They couldn't help but smile.

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——He is witnessing the times and the endless torrent of human history.

Just behind the city full of stars, on the land where humans have lived for fifty years.

This was an inexplicable feeling, but the traveler did not ignore it, but looked at it seriously, looking at this era that he had no involvement in in his previous life.

Until Joyce reached out and waved his hand in front of his face, interrupting his train of thought.

"Kitahara? I feel like you were distracted just now."

The Beyonder glanced at his friend with some concern, and then asked with some curiosity: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about the difference between the superpowers in this country and the superpowers I've seen before."

Beihara and Feng withdrew their gaze, not surprised by this person's keen perception. They just rubbed each other's hair with a smile: "Now I probably understand something: you are both the best geniuses in the world, so you are better than them."

happiness."

"This is irrefutable."

Joyce tilted his head, as if remembering the information about superpowers from other countries, he took out a piece of alcoholic chocolate from his pocket and chewed it, his voice gradually became muffled:

"Compared to those who have transcended in other countries, we have actually not suffered too much. The stars have been shining brightly and high enough from the beginning, and we will not fall into the mud at all."

This world is cruel, but it has nothing to do with the stars that look down on it. They naturally shine high, and the only thing they have to endure is the torture of loneliness and loneliness.

Compared with human beings who have too many complex thoughts, what they pursue is only understanding and recognition. Therefore, they are too different from most transcendents who have actually struggled in the quagmire.

The Irish Transcendent licked the chocolate in his mouth, and his thoughts almost involuntarily drifted to the Paris Commune in France, and his expression suddenly became complicated and unspeakable.

He actually doesn't quite understand the brain circuits of superpowers from other countries, and he doesn't even understand how the French Transcendents managed to get themselves into such a miserable mess, even though they were all excellent, and all of them were waiting for Victor...

Hugo comes to fish...

Sure enough, the French government is worse.

The superhuman who was not really interested in politics thought in confusion, and then he blinked happily because he was born in the beautiful city of Dublin and the beautiful country of Ireland, and instantly got rid of the complicated emotions before.

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"Kitahara——"

He turned his head and shouted the traveler's name abruptly, his tone so light and airy that it was almost like he was coquettishly speaking.

So Beihara and Feng smiled, hugged the person in their arms, and accepted the person's sudden request for a hug.

"I like the feeling of a hug."

Joyce rubbed the traveler's chest affectionately and murmured in a low voice: "The touch can truly tell me that you are here. In this world, there is actually someone who understands me.

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"It might cause you a little trouble, but there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I can hardly see anything, so I'm always worried that you might run away suddenly."

"I know, this is not a question of trust. But I have to say it again: I am here. If I want to leave one day, I will definitely tell you."

The traveler let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and opened the distance again. The corners of his mouth outlined a bright and soft arc, and ripples like water flowed through his orange-gold eyes: "After all, you gave me someone who can accompany you."

My moon."

He looked at the sky, and there was a blazing white sun above. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the gorgeous rainbow circle above. He was somewhat suspicious that the missing kites of the Irish elves were flying a "Kite Rendezvous" here.

In his ears, a unique genius in human history was muttering something. Even without turning around, the traveler could imagine those light blue eyes that seemed to be lit by the stars as firewood.

"Because you are so pathetic!"

The Transcendent understood the meaning behind the traveler's words in an instant, and hurriedly concealed his good intentions, as if he felt that this kind of "pity" was particularly embarrassing:

"I have never seen someone as lonely as you, who is so lonely that I feel it is too much. And I am just doing a favor... Beiyuan, are you leaving a little too fast? Wait for me!"

He hurried over and wanted to grab the traveler's hand, but after groping for a long time he couldn't find the right position. In the end, the traveler took the initiative to hold it.

Joyce exhaled slowly and finally found the sense of security she felt when shopping. At the same time, she quietly put on a new pair of glasses.

"Let's go to Phoenix Park!"

The Transcendent looked familiar, and even took the initiative to tug at the corner of the traveler's clothes, and suggested expectantly: "That's the Royal Deer Park, and you can still see many deer walking around there.

Go there. Ah, you should still be able to see the presidential palace and embassy that come with it..."

Beihara and Feng turned their heads and knocked each other on the head in a helpless and funny manner, but they didn't exert much force. It was more like a joke between friends.

——But the presidential palace and the embassy are included... I guess only this transcendent guarding Dublin dares to say so.

Joyce covered his head, but didn't pay much attention to it. He just continued to look around curiously, feeling the world of blurred colors and overlapping sounds.
To be continued...