[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

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"What have you been doing for so long?" Stephen looked at his apprentice.

William stretched while going down the stairs, "I threw that dagger into Mount Doom, and the volcano immediately erupted politely and violently, killing most of the Orc legions below. Then I thought about letting Mount Doom erupt because of me This caused the Fellowship of the Ring team to leave early, and the personnel were different from before. No one would go to Fangorn Forest anymore. I had to help them and help them get rid of Saruman. I dare not confront Saruman directly, Saruman Man gave me the feeling that he was a powerful wizard, and I better not underestimate the enemy. So I played a little trick, I stole the stone that he used to communicate with Sauron, he must now Sauron, who is so worried about dealing with the rage, has no time to target the Fellowship of the Ring, so Sauron will also focus more on Orthanc."

With people coming and going on the street, William immediately felt a sense of satisfaction returning to the world.Satisfied, he took a deep breath and felt that the car exhaust was not so bad at this moment.

"Stephen, you startled me, what if I don't come back in time?" William complained with lingering fear as he recalled the scene that day.

He felt that he had been in Middle Earth long enough that day and it was time to come back.After finally finding a place where other middle-earth creatures would never set foot, he hid the Stone of Vision. As soon as he stepped out of the portal, he saw Stephen lying motionless on the ground, his breath weak, his soul out of the body, obviously a long-term body. Weakness due to lack of energy.

And this time it took him a lot longer to wake up Stephen, and he felt that Stephen had gone a long way in those "dreams".

And that could very well be dangerous.

Similar things are not without precedent among mages. There are also many mages who are good at soul magic. The soul can reach some places that cannot be reached, but there are also some mages who are too curious and adventurous. They go too far and are trapped forever. In an unknown place.

Some were rescued by their companions, but most of them slept soundlessly until they died.

William didn't want Stephen to do such a dangerous thing.

"Actually, this is also related to you, William, have you noticed?" Stephen had to interrupt William's chanting, "Once I leave a certain world, I cannot return freely in my body, but you can, Have you thought about the reason? I think it has something to do with your life experience."

"I know my origin may be related to this, because I have some things in my memory that are not in this world." Of course William noticed, such as the book that is different in the two worlds, especially the book that is not here but The book "The Lord of the Rings" that only exists in the world of London they went to.

He has read this book, so there is only one explanation, he is from another world.

Back then, Stephen picked up the completely amnesiac at the scene of the rape, and his identity was unknown, and he was brought back to the sanctuary to be accepted as an apprentice.

Now by chance, a clue about his life experience has been found.

But William was not fooled by Stephen.

"I will deal with this matter myself. I will go back to London in another world to find the comic books you mentioned. Now, you can no longer continue to wander in such a dangerous dream. You can't wake up in time to immerse yourself in a dream. "William said to Stephen with a serious face, walked in front of Stephen two steps ahead, and said seriously facing him.

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't stay in the dream for too long." Stephen raised his hands in surrender.

Another world, London.

Sherlock wakes up from a pile of books.

The sofa was full of books. There were three on the back of his head, one on his face, and several in the gap between his body and the sofa.There were also books under his body, and his body ached from the diaphragm.

Sherlock moved slightly, and there was a bang.The tall stack of books in front of his head was knocked down by his head, and all his brains hit the floor.

"Oh! Sherlock! Be careful." Mrs. Hudson exclaimed from downstairs.

Sherlock sat up, took out the book that was under his buttocks, and threw it aside without reading it.

He squinted for a moment, trying to wake himself up.

"Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson asked me to ask if you are okay?" Watson, who had just got off work from the clinic, came to 221 Baker Street as usual.

Watson shook his head helplessly when he saw Sherlock continue to pick up a book and open it without paying attention.

Sherlock has been like this for several days, because there are no interesting cases, Sherlock is going crazy all day long, so he desperately reads books, trying to figure out the "doctor" who looks exactly like him and the story he told. What is the meaning.

Watson took away a few books on his single sofa and was about to put them on the coffee table.Suddenly, he saw his laptop under the pressure of several books.

Watson suddenly thought of his own blog.

When I was writing a blog, many people were interested in the detective stories of myself and Sherlock, and left messages under the blog.Although I haven't updated it for more than a year, since Sherlock was "resurrected", many people remembered my blog again and came over to leave a message.

I can take this matter as a commission and write it out!

Some netizens must have seen this story somewhere and know the meaning of the story.

Watson did what he said. He put those few books on the floor, took his laptop, and skillfully opened his blog.

After a long time, he clicked on the blog again and was about to write something. Watson sighed with emotion, put his thoughts behind him, and tapped on the keyboard.

So after an interval of more than a year, many netizens who subscribed to Watson's blog received a long-lost update reminder.

Anderson is no exception. Today is the weekend. Since he has separated from his wife, he is now living in a messy and small rental house.

Since he went out to fool around last night and came back in the early morning, Anderson slept through the afternoon.

Members of his Sherlock-related cell were calling him frantically.

With a splitting headache, Anderson fumbled for the phone.

"Hello." Anderson said weakly.

After listening to the other party's growling words, Anderson suddenly jumped up from the bed.

The phone was thrown on the ground by him, he rushed to the computer, pressed the power button hard, and watched the computer start slowly, he cursed anxiously.

After the computer was turned on, he couldn't wait to open the browser and click on the webpage in the favorites.

The web page was finally loaded, and when he saw the latest update date, Anderson jumped up from his chair excitedly, and shook his fist excitedly.

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The author has something to say:

The long-lost update, at least weekly in the future