A young soldier from the 19th century died from the war and was unable to return to his beloved's arms.

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Sometimes in city chronicles flickered messages about the collapse of underground tunnels, dead treasure hunters. Sometimes these were police reports on the capture of the black market, black diggers who sold gold coins - the first empire of 5 and 10 tugriks. Moreover, the price for 1 coin was from 260 to 470 dollars.

As in the old days, the precious metals market has always been under the vigilant control of the security department.

Sometimes there was information about treasures worth $ 1-2 million, which contained gold jewelry, precious stones, old books that they wanted to sell abroad, but they were found by the customs service.

One had the feeling that the source of the treasures was from underground, from those very tunnels. After they conducted an operation to identify old passages underground and they were all concreted again.

About five years of silence reigned.

But the treasure hunters did not stop, they searched the archives and scientific foundations, the old road workers and guides of antiquity, which said that the entrances to the tunnels were in the old ravines, where the city channels flowed, in the old buildings of the extension of the late 19th century.

Again began to replete with reports and chronicles, with strange reports about the finds of treasures and their seizure. Missing antiques from the 15th and 19th centuries began to appear on flea roaring.

They raided again, searches and entrances to the tunnels were sealed.

Treasure hunters began to check old houses in the old city, and there they found the entrances to the tunnels. But for 40-50 years, almost all air ducts either collapsed or were closed up with new roads, houses. So there are more accidents. The raids continued.

For the time being, the tunnels remained forgotten.

City treasure hunters focused on searching for old hatches until the beginning of the 20th century and rails that propped up the city lampposts. Antiquaries paid good money for them. For 500 -1900 dollars. In the 90s in the small towns of Small-An, many of the rails and manhole covers disappeared from them.

In the ravines of old canals and rivers, old fragments of 18th-century ceramics, old copper and silver coins are still found. On the hills in the old city, there are still no, no, they find old treasures of the 17-19th century gold and silver. But no one brings the finds to museums.

On the other hand, it is understandable that there were reports in the media that in the museums of Small-An there were practically no valuable and original artifacts left.

Black treasure hunters in the form of museum employees forged exhibits, and the originals were sold in Europe and the USA. There is practically nothing left in museums.

Therefore, ordinary treasure hunters immediately sell their finds in antique stores.

Such was the sad fate of the cultural heritage of Small-An.

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The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Anna's Point of View

I stared at Kaito at a distance while he's talking with his friends. I'm getting irritated because I don't like waiting! How can I teach this prick if he is not caring about it?

I walked to the group to tell Kaito that I need to tutor him now so we can go home earlier.

"Kaito? I think we should study now at the library"

I said with confidence. His friends just stared at me, like they're observing my whole body.

"Okay, sorry guys, see you later"

He waved goodbye to his friends as we walked together to the library, which I don't know where it is located.

"Hey, Kaito, is this your new girlfriend?"

All of a sudden, another guy approached us.

What does he mean by girlfriend? I'm not anyone's girlfriend! And is this Kaito popular in this school? Because every students probably know him.

"Nah, she's just a teacher's pet, teaching me just because I got the lowest score in class"

Kaito answered and messed up my brown hair. What was that for? But atleast you're didn't lie that I'm your girlfriend.

"Ah I see, okay then good luck handling with each other!"

Said the guy and sprinted away from us. This generation sure is different from my generation.

"Are we going to the library or are you just going to stare at that guy?"

Kaito interrupted me. I didn't answer and continued to walk. I just realized how gentle I am here in the 19th Century.

"You know, you're such a quiet and mysterious girl and that's the reason you're being clowned here in school"

Kaito pat my head. It's because I've got to be careful with my words and actions. And yes, I'm truly a mysterious person because you don't know that I'm from the 21st Century. I'm afraid I'm going to act like this so I won't mess up the present.

"So you're not going to talk to me?"

He added. I might as well make him shut up.

"We don't need to act like we're friends, we're here to learn, not to be friends"

I answered back without looking at him. I heard him laughing after that. Somehow, I felt awkward with this guy but at the same time, I felt a relief.

We went to the school library by taking a staircase to the second floor. Kaito offered to open the door of the library for me which I denied and open it for myself. 

As we got inside the library, several students was seen silently reading books, pretty plenty than the students who are reading in our library in present. It's probably because mobile phones already took the roles of books in the 21st Century, which is sad.

We sat on the table next to the desk of the librarian. So what am I going to do? How can I teach this prick? I guess the Kaito failed in Grammar so I have to bring out Chieko's Grammar notebook, I hope I can read the handwriting of Chieko.

As I brought out the notebook, I noticed Kaito looking at me, as if he was observing me.

"What are you looking at?"

I asked him seriously. This guy is creepy, staring at random people's souls.

"I already got bored so I stared at your face"

He carelessly said while looking at his fingers. I don't know why but it made my face slightly red from saying that.

Well, to be honest, Chieko is a very beautiful woman, though I'm still more beautiful than her. And because of that, this hour became more interesting, maybe because Kaito's in a different personality.

-•-

We spent 45 minutes learning with him and no moments were awkward when I was teaching him. He was able to understand the lessons clearly and quickly. I'm proud of myself for being able to share knowledge to other people.

"Where do you live, Chieko? I can walk you home"

He asked me while we were putting our things in our bag. I can't let him see that my house is ugly! I need to deny his offer to walk me home.

"No, it's fine. I can go home safely"

I declined his offer and carried my bag. He nodded as a response and we both walked out the library silently. 

I was about to pull out my phone from my bag until I realized I'm in the 19th Century, so using a phone here is useless because you can't text anyone! And that makes me feel more miserable here.

Kaito and I went outside the gate of our school silently, but I somehow didn't feel awkward with him.

"See you again, Chieko. It was great learning from you rather than that old woman, I mean our teacher"

Kaito waved his hand and smiled genuinely at me. I smiled back at him and waved good bye and we part ways, both of us walking on the opposite direction.

Now, Kaito seems to be a gentleman and an ideal man in the 21st Century since no man is loyal in that century. But I still hate men in general whether I meet a fine man or not.

"Is that Kaito who was with you at the gate?"

All of a sudden, Ami appeared out of nowhere smiling weirdly.

"Yes. Ms. Chin gave me a responsibility to tutor Kaito"

I answered while both of us walked in the same path.

"Oh, well then that's good. Just do what you think is right and you'll lead Chieko to her right destination"

Ami patted my shoulder. Everyone loves patting here in the 19th Century, I don't know why.

"Tell me, Ami. How long are you here in 19th Century?"

I asked her softly just in case a stranger may hear our conversation.

"Almost 11 months, maybe?"

She quickly answered and looked at me, giving me a genuine smile.

"Oh, look, you have arrived at your home now"

She pointed at my house. That doesn't look like a home and I hate it. I can't bear this home especially if I can't feel the love of the parents. I would rather be bullied than to sleep with ants on the ground.

"Alright, goodbye. See you tomorrow!"

I sighed and waved goodbye to Ami. Ami jumped and waved back goodbye to me as well. We both parted ways as she is going to her home which is approximately 60 meters from here.

After that, I turned to look at our house's door telling myself to face the harsh reality that I'm poor, Chieko's poor.

Suddenly, I hear a breaking of glasses inside. I got nervous and went inside to check it out.

"If you're not so lazy, we could have earn more!"

"But I needed to rest because I got tired!"

I saw Chieko's mom and dad fighting, with plates broken on the ground. My heart is beating fast and I can't do anything about it but to stare at two persons who are supposed to love each other fight and hurt each other.

Then, my dad pushed my mom that made my mom lose balance and eventually fall on the ground.

"You're not going to rest unless I say so. If killing is legal, I could have been drinking blood"

My father said and walk out the house. He didn't look at me at all. I quickly went to my mom who is weeping from what she have heard. I tried comforting and patting her shoulder because that's all I can do to her.

"Chieko, you might as well go to your room and rest. I can take care on my own"

Before I stood up, I decided wheter I should obey my mom or now, because I know she's feeling hurt and I just can't leave her here epecially when dad walked in again. But in the end, I still went to my room.

I put down my bag in the corner of my room and quickly sat down on the long chair. Being Chieko is a very hard responsibility. You have challenges and obstacles you need to clear before achieving a desire and every happiness is a sadness in disguise.

I have to try harder.

[Slow Updates]

It was year 2016...

When Anna Shizuki was adrifted back to 1877 due to her naughty actions in a body of another person.

She thought it would be a great experience but little did she know, she was unlucky for having a hard task. She was forced to act like a girl living in 19th Century, she was forbidden to make huge actions that will affect the present and she was invited to join a rebellion against the Lydrenian Empire.

So while she was waiting for her time to go back to the present, she had to deal with all the problems that will occur in a body of Chieko Yun.

Under the persuasion from Li Du, Hans expanded the area of their operations. With that, there would be more storage companies for them to choose from.
It was nearing the end of July. After the heavy rains, Flagstaff once again returned to its warm weather.
With a back full of sweat, Hans found a new storage company. The location was in Kingman, a small city northwest of Flagstaff.
After having been free for a few days, Li Du commanded them to set off after receiving the info. Thus, the Iron Knight once again returned to the highways.
Kingman was about 150 miles from Flagstaff. With the speed of the Iron Knight, they would reach there in two hours.
"It’s a small place, brother. The population is only about 30,000, mostly white people. There aren’t many other races besides quite a number of people from the middle-east who immigrated here."
Along the trip, Hans explained to Li Du about the culture and history of Kingman.
"I know about this," Li Du exclaimed. "Allahu Akbar— if we respect their faith and culture, everything will be peaceful."
Hans shrugged and said, "Right, that’s how it is."
Kingman was in the center of Arizona, where Mohave County was. It was once thought to be the most barren area in West America; the landscape was wild and open, with little architecture.
It was due to these reasons, that some immigrants chose to live in Kingman.
Though it did not seem like a well-off place, the population was low. There was less job competition, so for immigrants that were lacking social networks after coming to America, Kingman was a great choice.
Many immigrants were tenacious. With their strength and knowledge, even a desolate place like Kingman could become a place of potential after their efforts.
To get to Kingman from Flagstaff, they had to travel on Route 66. The highway was about 2,500 miles long, and was famous all over the country, nicknamed the "Mother Road."
Route 66 started in Chicago, and went through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona, cutting to Los Angeles and stretching to Santa Monica. Across eight states and three time zones, it was incredible!
As for the nickname, not only did the highway connect the east and west regions of the country, it had once saved the economies of the villages along it.
In the 19th century, Route 66 had just been a bunch of different roads for horse carriages.
In 1926, the American government’s investment had connected the roads together after decades of labor.
During this period, it had become the "Silk Road" of the Western World.
This engineering had created tens of thousands of jobs during a tough time in America, and construction on the road became a lifeline for the workers in nearby towns.
Many legends had spawned from this road. Hans told them to Li Du for the entire two-hour road trip, and time passed quickly. When Hans was about to stop talking, the city districts of Kingman had appeared.
Li Du looked out the window. The place felt like an ancient town to him.
Route 66 had penetrated the town and become an arterial road. Several rustic motels and gas stations were on both sides of the road, along with a multitude of antique buildings; Li Du guessed that they were possibly built in the 19th century.
He pointed them out to Hans, who replied with a laugh, "You’re correct. They are leftovers from the 19th century, national treasures now."
Amongst the old buildings, there was a museum, which was the Historic Route 66 Museum.
Li Du was exclaimed in amazement, "This highway is really popular. There’s even a museum for it."
Hans said lazily, "Of course, didn’t I’d just introduce it to you on the road?"
There were free parking lots in front of the museum, and Godzilla decided to park there. There were motels and restaurants around. Even the storage company whose auction they were going to attend was nearby.
Since they had parked here, Li Du went to purchase a ticket to tour the museum.
Since the last time he had been with Sophie, hearing her talk about the states outside of Arizona had changed Li’s work attitude.
Due to the nature of the storage auction business, treasure hunters had to travel all over America. Li Du wanted to learn more about the nation’s geography and culture while he was treasure hunting.
He was considering that perhaps, in the future, he could have a road trip around the western regions of America, or even the whole of America.
Although the museum was mainly about the highway, there were still quite a number of exhibitions.
Once he entered, he saw a bunch of manuscripts in a showcase.
"This is the manuscript of ‘The Grapes of Wrath,’ by John Steinbeck," Hans introduced. "It was written in 1939, which he was then awarded the Pulitzer Prize for.
"The nickname of Route 66 also originated from it. Steinbeck was the first to call it ‘The Mother Road.’ Everyone started using this nickname after him."
Besides literary manuscripts, there was also a musical manuscript. It was a piece of work from Jazz composer, Bobby Troupe.
While driving down Route 66 to California, this composer wrote one of the most famous songs of his life, "Get Your Kicks On Route 66."
Through another famous singer, Nat King Cole, the song became an instant hit, and brought Troupe to the height of his career.
Besides literature and music, there were also other things relating to the highway in the museum.
CBS Station had once aired a television series called "Route 66," from 1960 to 1964. A television in the museum was replaying this series.
There were also some documentaries on Route 66. These could be recorded by visitors as long as they had a ticket, which was one of the ways for the museum to attract visitors.
Li Du burned some of the documentaries into some discs.
Before attending the auction, there would be lots of free time. Watching these documentaries would be a good way to pass the time.
"Where will we be staying?" Li Du asked as he packed up the discs.
Hans pointed to the south and said, "Neon Motel. If you want to properly experience the West, then you have to stay there."
The motel had outrageous neon lights on display; the whole motel was decorated with them. Although it didn’t look like much in the day, once night fell, it was an unimaginable sight.
However, the building itself was fairly aged. The renovation style seemed to be of the last century: rough, simple and practical, like the homes of cowboys from the West.
After Hans made the payment, they had lunch in the motel.
"The food’s pretty good, buddy. Neon Motel has been in operation for a century. They have been hiring cooks and waiters from the countryside since they opened, which has preserved the original flavor of the West."
As he listened to Hans’s explanations, Li Du flipped open the menu, and started laughing.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

They were relocated within 2 days. All the things that they took with them were checked, the houses were demolished so that they had no where to return. In the steppe, they worked throughout the Second World War and could only return home to the mountains in the 1970s. But they decided not to settle in the former ruined place, but at the bottom of the mountain gorge. They have already lost the habit of living in the mountains.

Probably those who hid the property were afraid of confiscation, unnecessary questions from the People's Commissar of Internal Affairs, and then on the plain, did not have time to tell about the treasure or something happened to them. So the treasure has remained untouched since the bookmark, that is, the 1925-30s.

How many more such treasures and hiding places are scattered but endless mountains, steppes, sprat in ruins and on mountain slopes? Unknown ?! But for sure, these treasures are in abundance! Throughout the entire existence of Small Ann in the second empire, which is 80 years old, it was surrendered to the state of treasures - with a total number of coins of 800,000! It was copper, silver, bronze, bone, brass, aluminum, gold coins. The age is from the 8th century BC to the mid 30-40s of the 20th century.

After the collapse of the second empire, local residents did not voluntarily surrender treasures to the state.

Well, not bad, only in a few hours they together with Dara earned about $ 60,000, these were coins previously found by Dara and what they found in the well. And how many more such ruins were in the mountains, and only these, and only this northern slope, and they were not yet on the other side ... They probably could raise a lot of money. Since the finds of the mid-19th and early 20th centuries could not be attributed to cultural heritage sites, it means that the treasure belonged to them, well, to the owner of the land, if they could find it.

It is good that they did not raise that weapon, there are more problems with it than benefits. And why attract extra attention to this place. Indeed, through the departments for the protection of cultural heritage monuments, a leak of information will certainly go. Therefore, treasure hunters and search engines are very reluctant to make contact with other organizations, only in exceptional cases.

As they say - green grapes! Therefore, you will need to see the second chest.

Time didn't mess with him. It was corroded by rust, the tree swam away, but it is surprising that this chest - casket did not fall apart when it ascended to the surface. Fang pushed and chain. She was interested in him, brands were visible on her and, most importantly, the scanner determined that the chain was made of non-ferrous metals.

She weighed decently, about 300 kg! While Dara was busy with the opening of a large chest box, Fang decided to check the chain with a metal detector.

Picking up the Dara metal detector, he connected it, surprisingly the metal finder began to give out signals that it was not silver !!! This is good luck! 300 kg of silver !!! Where did the mountaineers get silver? Stigma? Apparently, it was silver from the mines, and silver could be hidden earlier in the 13th century, for example, when the soldiers of Genghis Khan arrived (in February 1220), the craftsmen could melt the ore, forge the chain, and hide it in the well, because the well has already been 900 years old ! Or maybe it was later in the 16th century or 18th or before the advent of the second empire. They have been mining in these mountains for the last 3000 years - gold, copper, silver, turquoise, diamonds, amethyst, garnets, rock crystal. So anything is possible!

A probable guess lay in the chest, if of course it could survive?

Of course, a lot depended on the silver sample, but judging by the hallmarks it was 925 sample, which means that 1000.5 mass fractions contain 92.5 percent silver and 7.5 percent copper.

On a stock like scrap, such a chain could go for the amount of $ 1,357,362.89, and if it were a chain with history, the amount could be more. But if the chain was old, for example, the 13th century, then it would be easier to drown it in a well or to hand it over to the state anyway, since it would obviously be a monument of cultural heritage.

But Fanga was encouraged by the fact that the test was in modern Arabic numerals and the European font was named. So this is not ancient! Times of the 19th century, already gave relief. But selling 300 kg as scrap at once would attract attention, which means it will have to be sold in parts, Fang thought.

Yes! Not bad! Not bad!. On hand they receive 25 percent each! And the owner of the land is 50%, the law is the law!

That is, the land owner would have received - 678681.445 dollars and Fang and Dara at 339 340.7225 dollars and minus 11% of income tax. Very good money! And notice in less than 1 day!

Dara opened the box ... it contained a yellow plate, where the family coat of arms was knocked out, surnames and names, titles, year are indicated. There were also some pieces of paper ... the water did not spare them. A couple of coins - gray, yellow, several medals, these were crosses, a revolver, cartridges, an old pocket watch, an old copper compass, on the back, something was scratched ... but it was difficult to make out. It was necessary to treat the surface with soda to read what was written there.

A couple of stones, they were gray with white veins and yellow and gray crystals.

As well as a copper tube, in which spyglasses were usually stored. The neck of which was sealed.

A curious find! Definitely, some kind of secret fell through it!

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A small story about adventurers, local history enthusiasts, treasure hunters. They wander around cities, forests, mountains, steppes and deserts, seek metal artifacts and search magnets for historical artifacts and sell some of them at auctions, donate some to museums and keep some in their home collections. They work in archives and funds, second-hand bookkeepers do not forget, they look for old books, road workers and topographic maps of the 17-20 centuries.

There is the only main character Fang and his partner Dara.

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English is the same as in other novels. While it is far from good. The approximate number of chapters is from 60 to 100. Updates 3 chapters per week. The number of words is from 600 to more 1200.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

“P129T1081815W4298 has been reached.”
Huang Xuan walked out of the passage with excitement, timidity, and pride. When his feet touched the ground, he felt as if he had just got off the Mayflower with the desire to conquer and a heart looking forward to peace. He was wearing a common cloth garment. The lining was made of an alloy by Rolin with two million kWh of energy. A gun case was fastened on his back, in which there was a 30-shot small gun. Huang Xuan thought that only if he carried enough bullets could he stay safe. So despite Rolin’s objection, he had asked him to make a small-bore pistol with great force, which was much more advanced than the light-duty weapons of the 21st century. It had cost at least four million kWh of electricity.
Huang Xuan was wearing a leather hat, the lining of which was also made of alloy. Because people had different haircuts in different times, Huang Xuan had decided to put on a hat. Among the diverse hats, the leather ones were the most common, and there were few differences between styles. In addition, more kinds of metal could be stuffed in the lining of a leather hat. It could cover the whole face if needed. Hence, it was the ideal product for both trips and time travels.
Along with Huang Xuan were over ten tons of wheat, hundreds of kilos of sugar and spice, some handicrafts and meat, and a little canned food without packaging in case he entered somewhere remote and had nothing to eat. However, Huang Xuan had told Rolin that he had brought the canned food because such food would sell well. The most important wooden chest was filled with munitions. Each piece cost at least three million kWh of electricity. The transport had cost a fortune too. To obtain the techniques of making arms in a nearby plane, Rolin had consumed five million kWh of electricity.
This time Huang Xuan had spent a lot of his riches on the materials, but he was still worried that he had spent too little and the materials wouldn’t be enough to protect himself against danger. If it hadn’t been for his grandfather, he would have never agreed to go.
It was warm, and the air was pretty moist.  Huang Xuan took a deep breath and looked around at the wilderness.
“Rolin, where are we?”
“The similarity is 97%. We are in a plane similar to P112. The location is a suburb of Lyon, France. The city is 10 km away in the south. We are in the time period of 108. We can stay here for 8 days.”
The increase of energy had made Rolin more accurate. The more precise the time period was, the more time the traveler got. It was a basic, yet the most difficult issue. 
Once again, Huang Xuan had to walk. He started taking steps reluctantly, although he had been used to walking a long distance. “Couldn’t the travelers in the big plane times pick a place near the city?” Luckily, he had put on a pair of Nike which had been revised and fit just like the customized ones. It could absorb shock and make the road flat as he stepped on it. It had been worth 300 dollars, but Rolin had spent 100,000 dollars on it. Such a waste!
However, France and Lyon had intrigued Huang Xuan. His mom had collected a few works of the romantic artist, Théodore Chassériau, which were valuable. Ever since the Renaissance, Paris had become the cultural center. For modern collectors, the mature Paris had more creativity than Florence, meaning the price of the works in Paris would be higher.
Rolin was excited too. Although he sounded calm, he couldn’t stop talking about their surroundings. Huang Xuan listened spiritlessly. “I would rather go to school in Shicheng than listen to Rolin.”
“A similarity of 97% means this plane is almost identical to P112. This is a space desert. If it were in big plane times, with a similarity of 80%, we would be able to earn enough money for us to spend forever. If it were 100,000 years ago, this place would be colonized by the standard plane out of protection,” Rolin kept babbling.
“What is ‘colonized out of protection’?” Huang Xuan wasn’t interested in similarity at all. The planes he had experienced all had a similarity of above 90%. He couldn’t understand the madness of the people living 100,000 years ago.
“To let it develop well, not to exploit it. Just like your conservation areas.”
Huang Xuan shrugged and moved on. “Lyon is built at the confluence of the Saône River and the Rhône River. It’s spring now when the landscape is picturesque. A good timing for an outing.” Huang Xuan was comforting himself.
Lyon was a famous historical city. In around the year 1998, it had been listed among the World Heritage Cities. But as a famous historical city, its culture was deep enough.
In the 19th century, i.e. the time being, the industry had just started booming in Lyon. Before that, Rome Empire had prospered here. As a strategic point leading from the Mediterranean to the North Europe, Lyon had experienced so much. In 20 years, the workers’ movement under the leadership of the Marxist would be conducted vigorously, in which Lyon would play an important part.
Besides a famous historical city, for Chinese, Lyon was also known as a Ligue 1 football team and the third biggest city of France.
Huang Xuan knew this age from his last experience.
“We went back to the year 1866 last time. It is the 19th century again this time. Can you control the time now?”
“It’s just a coincidence. The 19th century was a significant period of the development of technology. It was also preferred a lot by the travelers from the big plane times. In this period we can find both cheap materials and expensive commodities.” 
In the evening, Huang Xuan came to Pélussin, a town tens of kilometers away from Lyon, and sold 10 tons of wheat.
France and Britain were a little strange with farm products. France’s agriculture had been suffering from the harvests since ancient dynasties because harvests had led to the constant drop in the price. To sell the grains, the king Louis XVI had been forced to sign the Eden Treaty with Britain, which had harmed the emerging national industry of France. On the other hand, Napoleon had lifted the blockade on the continent at the key point so as to stabilize the grains price, which had greatly relieved the British.
Britain was France’s biggest importer of grains. As a long-time enemy of France, it had always been able to overcome hunger just because of France. It was not because the French were kind, more possibly, but because the French hadn’t been able to withhold the impact of the low price of grains.
It was like the go game. France was usually proactive but always failed, during which “the empire on which the sun never sets” came into being.
Four years before Huang Xuan had entered P129, the British had just suffered from an unprecedented economic crisis while France had just had a harvest. Pélussin was a small town, where only two shops were willing to buy Huang Xuan’s grains. The price was 18 francs per hectolitre, almost twice as high as four years ago. Huang Xuan didn’t care much about the price as long as the buyer stopped staring at him.
10 hectolitres equaled one cubic meter. A cubic meter of wheat was about 38 bushels, which was almost exactly one ton since one bushel was about 26.3 kg. 10 tons of wheat would be worth 1,800 francs, enough to buy a boat.
With that money, Huang Xuan instantly became confident. He put on two linen garments the local farmers usually wore, then hired a carriage and went to Lyon.
“I told you to bring more grains, and you kept saying that it was unnecessary. Are you happy now? Such big cities as Lyon and Paris are so close, but I can’t earn enough money to buy hundreds of paintings,” Huang Xuan complained.
“Our aim is to make spatial and temporal oscillations, not money. I don’t want you to waste time on treasures. Have a good rest tonight. We set off tomorrow.”
Huang Xuan was afraid that the oscillations might cause trouble. He mumbled something and asked, “Where are we going tomorrow?”
“La Mure Village.”




Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
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So it was early morning. It was for 4 hours. Even in the evening, warning his mother that he would go to the desert, Shir Ali was touched when on the table in the corner he was wrapped in his waist scarf, a bundle.
He knew that Hontur had prepared breakfast and lunch for him on the road. He was simple, like every nomad. Two thin unleavened cakes, such as Indian Tandoori, three dozen, white balls, it was dry cheese. It was prepared from kefir, which was wrapped in a cloth and hung over a basin where serum flowed. They drank it, added to the soup. She boosted immunity. They tasted sour, brackish, relieving swelling, and quenched thirst. And a day later, they unfolded the fabric, there was already cottage cheese. One part of the cottage cheese was eaten and the other part was used to make dry cheese. Salt, pepper, and sometimes nuts were added to the curd. Dried in the sun for 10 days or crushed with a stone.
These white balls were rations for nomads, like special energy pills for the ninja in Japan. During a long horse trip, you could throw a couple of balls into your mouth, and saturate the body, quench your thirst. When it was not possible to find other food, then a few people dumped themselves in a cauldron, threw 40-60 white balls, poured water, threw "deer grass", a couple of stony cakes growing almost everywhere in the steppes or in oases in the desert. Dinner for 6 people was ready!Warriors always took them on a campaign. So his mother gave him them with her.When he carefully left the yurt, afraid to wake his parents and brother, he saw his father standing in the street. He was looking at the sunrise. Turning back, the father nodded to his son and continued to watch the rising sun.
He looked at the back of his retreating son and only smiled at something of his own.Shir Ali used the sausage as a gift to the guards to let him out of the gate and turn a blind eye to his absence. Having recently received a scolding from the chief, they did not agree. I had to give them a bribe, Shir Ali, took out a bag and there were silver and copper coins that he found in the desert. The guards knew that Shir Ali often finds something, some trifle. Then he exchanged it with the warehouse manager for food. So, their temptation to get silver coins was high. At the envious warehouse, these coins could be exchanged for cigarettes, tobacco, medical alcohol, and even for a 10-day leave home.
Therefore, despite the reprimand and the order of the camp chief not to let out Shir Ali, who could be lost again, they decided to exchange a temporary walk for coins. This was a violation of the regulations of the guard service, but the empire was already weakening, the discipline that was not there before. The guards began to think about their future, they needed the initial capital. And silver coins, could give them goods, cigarettes, very well dispersed among the soldiers and officers, this was the internal currency inside the camp. With a block of cigarettes, a soldier could get an indulgence from an officer, buy time to sleep, buy a large portion in the dining room, get 2 days off to visit the district center 150 km from the camp.
The guards, Shir Ali urged, would return to dinner and not make everyone worry again. He promised them that.
Leaving the gates of the camp, Shir Ali went along a broken, barely visible road, it used to be asphalt, but it has not been driven for the past 60 years. From asphalt, here and there, powerful roots of bushes and grasses made their way.
In the middle of the 19th century, not so far from the camp, an ancient mine was discovered, copper ore was mined in it. The mountain was composed of limestones and the other part was a shale.
This mine was known even during the Arabs, in the 7-8 century AD. But copper was developed in it, only for the needs of the local population.But in the Middle Ages, under the Chinese, this mine worked at full capacity, and only by the end of the 17th century did it cease to exist. Everyone forgot about it, until in the middle of the 19th century, the kingdom of Tsao was not colonized by the First Northern European Empire. New colonizers explored the newly acquired territories.
A resident of the empire, an amateur geologist, found an ancient mine and declared it his property. I got permission for it, began to conduct development. They mined not only copper, but also a new mineral that contained radium.
In total, three mines were discovered in the cave. They were cut down into one rock, but had different trunks. Each mine had a stone tablet with runic inscriptions on it. One said "Red Cave - Copper", the second read "Yellow Cave - Magic Ore", and the third "Green Cave - Green Spiritual Crystals".
The red cave was 100 meters long, the mine gradually rose up, having many turns, the shaft of the mine itself was 5 meters in diameter. Pieces of copper ore were visible on the surface of the mine floor.
The yellow cave was not long, only 20 meters wide, 9 meters wide and 10 meters high, before it had stalactites and stalagmites, but over time, they were defeated in search of magic crystals. Poor alchemists ... they did not know that it was radium.
The green cave had the shape of a yurt; the whole bottom was covered with small crystals and clouds of large green spiritual crystals. Poor cultivators did not know that these crystals contained uranium ores.
In the 10-20s of the 20th century, these ores were sold for export, earning foreign currency. In the late 30s, underground waters entered the mine and there was an order to blow them up. But something went wrong, a civil war began, so the mines did not have time to blow up.Then the Second World War began, the materials on the mine were lost, everyone forgot about it. Those who remembered were shot as enemies of the people and foreign spies, so no one knew about this mine.
If they knew that this ancient mine possessed teleport circles ... and was connected to another world where spiritual beasts lived, they could gain more power and knowledge about the culture of cultivation. But fortunately, the people of the empire did not know anything about it.
The great king of the desert came just from such a small, closed world. Since dinosaurs disappeared, and then cave lions, cave tigers and giant rhinos, another world, began to decline. So far, all over the world on Earth, only small oases of the small world, hidden from the eyes of people, have not remained, where spiritual animals continued to live and spiritual plants inhabited.This was all due to the emergence of people who destroyed mines, changed the course of rivers, which in turn fed spiritual energy to the earth's energy. With a change in the geometry of the energy flows, the spiritual forces of the Earth also fell. The magical world was disappearing. Only in those places where a person could not reach or left his human activity did small worlds survive where spiritual animals and plants still lived.
In order to expand their worlds, they needed ancient artifacts, spiritual super-energetic substances, such as Mumiye, that could help in this.
King of the desert, decided to take a chance ... and was killed. His world threatened to disappear. Since the energy force has dried up.
The unsuspecting Shir Ali, who had already received the king's power and strengthened it with an ancient artifact, was walking towards this mountain. This power and energy circulated in him, capable of expanding the small world and giving him time to revive the new king.
Shir Ali walked along a broken asphalt road, sometimes on the side of the road, you could see the remains of old trucks of the 20-30s of the 20th century. Sometimes they were stone pyramids with a height of 1.5 meters. These were the graves of nomads of the 18-19th century. Previously, this place was their nomadic territory, but then the empire took these lands from them.
Slowly the stony desert, with gray joyless eyes in gray, was replaced by light wheat-colored sands, in places which were dark yellow. Sands, dunes, dunes, which in some places towered 200 or even 500 meters. Shir Ali walked on the sand, it was morning, but began to bake slowly. In the desert, it is necessary that clothes cover the whole body, so as not to receive a sunstroke, overheating of the body.
Shir Ali was dressed in a linen long shirt to his knees, pants that were tucked into leather boots, which in turn were dressed in rubber galoshes. The shirt was belted with a cotton scarf, on which a small leg hung in his two palms. Previously, in the presence of a knife, it was believed that this is a free man and not a slave. But now the times have changed. In the city for having a knife on a belt or in the lower leg of a boot, they could be punished with a fine. Provided that the knife itself was more than 8 cm in length of the blade itself. 
He was wearing a gray robe over his shirt, lined with cotton. A small landing backpack was thrown over his shoulder, in which he had lunch, water in a flask, a sapper shovel, a lantern, some crackers, crystalline sugar, and traditional medicine.
On his head was a beige shawl, which covered his hair, ears, mouth, and nose, leaving only his eyes open, on top of the shawl was a small Svan hat *, donated by the warehouse manager.He walked along the dunes, long and hard. Sometimes there were small hollows with oases on his way, where bushes grew, a few plants, near the source. There, desert hares, cats, foxes, snakes hid from the heat and the sun.
Sometimes in such oases, you could see the old ruins of houses, sometimes it was only the foundations, and sometimes the dilapidated walls when people lived there. And now the vast areas were empty, there was nobody, empty. The people are gone.
Dunes moved, occasionally showing the remains of irrigation facilities, large canals, and cities covered with sand. As imperialists, they resettled nomads and farmers, there was no one to restrain the sands, from year to year, they recaptured 1-2 km of fertile land from the desert. But there were no people, there was no more water and the desert took its toll. Previously, there was a steppe, irrigated fields, water flowed, human laughter was heard, water splashing. There were caravans of the Silk Road. Trade was in full swing, the ringing of gold denarii and silver Tenge, Rupees was heard.
But now only the wind howled, and the sands blew in the face. The remains of the ruins with rich carvings and paintings said that in ancient times life was in full swing here.
Archaeologists and historians would jump up for joy if they could visit this area, so many historical artifacts were hidden here. However, the area has been closed for the past 80 years to people. Only state security soldiers and ... Shir Ali could visit him.
It was precisely in such oases that Shir Ali sometimes found coins and some ancient artifacts of past eras. He had nothing to do with him, but it was possible to exchange for him the things he needed, food, and receive indulgences from the camp leadership. Usually in an empire, all the weather in the organization was set by junior and middle staff. They could find ways to the hearts of high leaders and thereby solve their affairs and the affairs of those who they needed.
One of these people was the warehouse manager. About 200 silver coins and about 20 gold coins have already been collected in his piggy bank. Mining Shir Ali. Looking ahead, we can say that the head after the collapse of the empire did not drink too much, did not become a homeless person, but became an entrepreneur. He made a good capital, having a wonderful mind, did not linger on his homeland, but left for New Zealand. He opened a supermarket chain there and lived in joy and contentment. Until one day he was deported from the country because he worked in the state security system of a totalitarian empire when the company began against spies and the fifth column.
Nevertheless, he managed to leave again this time in Canada and open a chain of eateries there, and then again move to Gothob and there he began to sell hunting and fishing tackle. In the end, he settled in Texas, again buying a chain of minimarkets. He lived and rejoiced surrounded by his former colleagues. But that's another story.
While thinking about this, an 8-year-old child reached the cliff. He would not have thought so, but he inherited from people to be repressed by a totalitarian system is not sweet. People grow up very quickly, they were called not otherwise, little old people.
A rock stuck out right in the middle of the desert, among the dunes. It was violet-brown and sometimes red in the south and in the north it was bluish-grayish-whitish.
Previously, a large river flowed in this area, there were lakes and canals, villages and seasonal settlements of nomads were located, life was in full swing. Now only sands and rock.
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* https://www.etsy.com/market/svan_hats

A gourmet novel that tasted great, he learned imperial cuisine and the ordinary cuisine of a nomad and an outcast. He managed to use his talent to withstand the difficulties of the path, to find his path of enlightenment and will strive for success. On his path of life, there have been ups and downs. He was able to understand the essence of the world.
Once, an entertaining story happened to him, since then, he got the opportunity to travel back to the past and learn the now-forgotten recipes.

The main character is called ShirAli.
This is a spin-off, the novel is associated with other works, where the main character is his cousin Dara. In total, there are 4 other novels.

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The first two weeks - two chapters on the day of the update, and after the update every 2 days for 1 chapter. 3-4 chapters per week.

Around a 300-chapter novel is 250,000 words.

After half a year of chasing and hunting for the 19th section students, signs of fighting were everywhere across the Stigmata Valley. The objective to cull the 19th section was met.
As the war-supervising deans o the academies showed up and announced the victory by the 12th, all of the students in the valley would prepare to return to their respective academies and there they would continue cultivating for the tryout of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. As a bonus, the 12th would be entitled to an allowance to exploit resources from the valley for the following century.
Lefay's team were gloomy as Nina still looked lonely because of the loss of Chris. The hurt couldn't be healed yet.
The journey back to their academy was not smooth, both because of people's greed to possess more of the badges and the settlement of the personal enmities forged during the fights. The fortunate thing was that Lefay and the others were with the Death Sail League, so nobody bothered to take them on.
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In the Bramble Forest, a group of students were in a scuffle with a herd of giant apes. Nina felt all the more lonely as she watched from one side. She excelled at auxiliary sorceries however, as Chris was gone, she couldn't make use of them at all. She couldn't even fit into the world.
Without Chris, she was certain to have been unable to survive the ship that was bound for Black Isotta.
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The group of Death Sail League members were the first to come back to the Black Isotta Sorcerer Academy, and the many new faces were watching them with dark, watchful eyes. It seemed that life here in the academy was not easy for the newly-enrolled students. It might have been even harsher than the life Grimm lived before he went to war.
Robinson said to Robin in a low voice. "These little brats reminds me of the younger us, but I don't know if they are in bad or good luck."
Good luck would refer to the fact that they were here after the war that just ended and that would break out centennially. Bad luck of course pointed to the fact that they didn't have the chance to take part in the tryout of the Holy Tower.
Robin shook her head. "I guess it's good luck. They would be the first batch to prepare for the next tryout after ours, which would give them the upper hand. If I were among them, I would feel lucky. That way, I might be strong enough to be eligible for the test."
Lefay added in at that moment. "I wonder how the chosen three are doing."
"Exactly, the three of them were the very reason why the Fake Faceless Nilmar stole us away from the Lilith's and brought us here, because they're rumored to be eligible for the Holy Tower tryout? It's also said sorcerers who succeed in nurturing a Demon-Hunting student would be rewarded by the Holy Tower." Grimm thought to himself.
What Lefay was referring to was of course Solumn, Kyrie, and Brianna.
Robinson scorned. "Oh, Lefay. You know Brianna won't stand a chance given her level of strength. Kyrie and Solumn were better, but it's still subject to luck to contest for the Demon-Hunting sorcerer's eligibility."
Lefay sighed. "If Brianna was indeed not that good to win over a qualification as Robinson suggested, then why should she? Despite all of her efforts, she was not even a match to Brianna."
Suddenly, Lefay turned around and cast her eyes on Grimm. He had relapsed into his obscurity while keeping staying behind her. He spoke little other than thinking aloud the calculation of sorcery reactions like a robot every day before going to bed. People had almost forgotten his existence.
However, as Grimm's girlfriend, she had a hunch that he had a shot.
She was not sure exactly how strong he was though. Except for a handful of badges he had collected, there were no rumors circulating that Grimm was one of those contributors to the wars nor that he was going to be a candidate to the top ten.
From the face of it, it appeared Grimm was indeed an ordinary student. One might wonder though. "Why did he round up so many badges, each of which equated to taking a life from the 19th?"
Grimm returned Lefay's gaze, but his mind was still focused on the question of what sort of reward it would take to persuade a level two sorcerer to plunder a ship years ago.
Nina was silent in the group. She couldn't help but sob as her hands touched the badges in her pockets. She then held in the tears that were forcing their way out. It had been over six months since Chris was gone; she had gotten better at controlling her feelings. She watched Grimm quietly with her gratitude and kept moving along with the group, her head downcast.
The timid little girl was growing up.
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Two days later on the 79th floor of the Black Tower.
"Oh, you appear to have matured much. That ten-year-long academy war sure has taught you something." Garnigel licked one of his paws as he saw Grimm come in, not showing too much of a surprised look and himself appearing senile.
It had been ten years since Grimm took part in that war and he was now a rather grown man at the age of a little more than 30.
Grimm handed over a bag of Marlin fish to Garnigel, and he asked, with his nerves relaxed slightly. "Mr. Garnigel, is our master here?"
Garnigel took up the bag of Marlin fish and warned as he jumped onto the huge tank. "Don't you try to bother him. Him and his wife are making out inside. They haven't met in over a decade." Garnigel continued. "I am so lonely and I'm used to loneliness. My only partner that can understand my heart are these fish. "
Grimm retched. "They don't understand your heart. It's your stomach that the fish are familiar with."
A day later.
Peranos took a look at the badges laid in front of him and said cheerfully to Grimm who was sitting on Varro's side. "The Mysterious Realm of the Black Tower will be open in a month and by then the badges will come in handy. You can take a walk in the tower owner's mirror for some time before you're tossed out. Enough about that, let's talk about the feelings you experienced these years."
"Feelings?" Varro and Grimm exchanged a glance.
Varro scratched his head. "There wasn't much…I was positioned in the rear of the resource points and didn't encounter many 19th section students during the war. It was boring. But I made a few friends and…I fell in love and fell out of it…"
Peranos grimaced. The room became silent for a while. "Get out." Peranos yelled.
Varro knew what his answer would get him somehow, because he was well aware of his mentor's temper and he went out as he stuck out his tongue once.
"Oh, feelings…There is one about Blast Sorcery. No…you meant the comparison between Bright and Black sorcerers, right?"
"You're much better than that that brat!" Peranos nodded.
Grimm learned from Varro and rolled out his tongue too. He was a little kid before this old, old man. He then continued in a low voice. "The two sort of sorcerers have their respective strengths. They're accordingly divided by the Holy Tower of Seven Rings on purpose and serves a big purpose. The Black sorcerers would lose to Bright ones if the fight was on a large scale unless the Black ones could undergo quantitative change. If this recently ended war were bigger in size, I dare to speculate that it would have been the 12th that got routed."
Peranos cast a glance at Grimm in satisfaction. "This is not only the case for the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. The other Holy Towers are the same, and you'll know the power of Bright sorcerers the minute you became a Demon-Hunter. They're the main force of the sorcerers. Although we're inclined toward developing Black ones, it's necessary to cultivate Bright ones as the main force for explorations." Grimm was illuminated, thoughtful.
Grimm knew that there were seven holy towers on the sorcerer continent, their names being the Holy Tower of One Ring, the Holy Tower of Two Rings, continuing up to the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. He also knew that there were holy towers in the underground world and on some major islands (they're land as for the locals) called the Sky Holy Tower and the Holy Tower of Black Wild. He had no way of knowing if there were others.
However, Grimm guessed that there would be at most two more holy towers in this sorcerer world, because anything related to holy towers had much to do with a Celestial Sorcerer, a level seven sorcerer! Even with the profound cultures of the sorcerer world, there wouldn't be Celestial Sorcerers in large numbers.
However, with only limited number of Celestial Sorcerers, the sorcerer world was guaranteed to dominate over adjoining worlds and thus a civilization gave birth.
Truthfully, matters concerning the different holy towers were not what worried Grimm. What was urgent was the upcoming Seven Rings' tryout, and he couldn't help but ask his mentor about it.
"The tryout…"
There was a pause. "As far as the Holy Tower of Seven Rings is concerned, there are 28 jurisdictions and 226 sorcerer academies." Peranos went on. "To better the recruitment for potential sorcerers, the 28 areas are divided into five camps. Camp 1-5, 11-15 belong to camp of Black sorcerers. Camp 6-10, 16-20 are Bright ones and the rest are the Mix camp. 200 students per camp will be selected for the tryout."
Grimm frowned. "The Mix camp!"
The Mix camp was a mix-up of both Bright and Black sorcerers where they were in constant wrestles and the regulations were harsher to better adapt to war conditions.
Peranos continued lightly. "The students from the camp are generally the best and they represent the highest battle capacity of the Holy Tower. They could easily dominate over students from the rest of the camps. You don't have to be worried though. The rewards are reserved respectively for the best student from each camp. You don't have to compete with the Mix camp nor with the Bright camps to win the reward."
The good thing was that Grimm had the Friendship Key of the Black Tower and could summon it up three times.
In Peranos' opinion, Grimm's talent would allow him a slim chance to win that top award. As he was ignorant of Grimm's current power, Peranos held the belief that it was only "possible" for him to succeed.
Grimm didn't ask further after having obtained an initial understanding of the tryout.
As Peranos suggested, Grimm had to make it among the best 200 from the contestants from camp 11-15 to be eligible for the tryout.
"Oh, there is one more thing to remind you of. The tryout is not a screening of students and the participants can quit and thus have their life spared when in grave danger. Not all of the students aspire to become a Demon-Hunting sorcerer after all. Some would opt for the road of becoming an Arcane Sorcerer to become stronger."
Peranos sighed as if recalling something. He then continued. "Get yourself prepared for the Mysterious Realm first, and try to obtain something from it. After that, I'll start teaching you Infinity Eye Regeneration sorcery, the three methods to become a real sorcerer, and the trump card I prepared for the tryout."
Grimm nodded in excitement.
A long pause.
"Mentor, what would Arcane Sorcerers' students would get from the Holy Tower anyway?"
There was silence again.
Peranos smiled. "Are you worried? Don't be. I'm not in much demand of Sorcerer Essence. It's on a whim that I decided to cultivate you."
"Sorcerer Essence?"
Grimm memorized the words by heart.
"Perhaps it is some sort of currency to buy special resources from the Holy Tower."



"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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