Sword of Dawn

"In order to prove that I am alive, and to alleviate the central system restlessness syndrome caused by the overdose of the synergist," the black dragon girl said indifferently, "and some are simply for the sake of death—the Omega system and the upper temple strictly prohibit any form of self-execution. Therefore, all kinds of 'extreme sports' based on combat competitions are the only way for the dragons to prove that they are alive and that they are qualified to die... But now all of this is in the past."

"...Well, I still can't understand," Mordir was stunned for a long time, and finally shook his head and muttered, "Fortunately, I don't need to understand this crazy life."

The black dragon girl just smiled, then bent slightly: "Okay, I've already wasted a lot of your 'bathing in the sun' time, so I won't waste any more."

Modier waved his hands immediately when he heard that, showing a look of impatience on purpose, while the black dragon girl just smiled nonchalantly, turned and walked to the other side of the street.

"Tsk... I know what these dragons are trying to 'smash everything' at such a high price." Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Modil couldn't help muttering softly, "That's really true from above. It's going crazy..."

After speaking, he moved back and forth on the rocking chair to change himself into a more comfortable position, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was really bathed in the sun. As the chair rocked gently, the voices from the street came Fading away from his ears...

The great adventurer suddenly opened his eyes, and saw an empty street stretching before his eyes. The adventurers and humanoid dragons that had been walking up and down the street had disappeared, and everything in sight had faded away. Without color, only monotonous black and white, and a quiet environment remain.

And at the end of the street, the buildings that originally stood there and the straight-extending road came to an abrupt end, as if this area had been directly cut off by some invisible force. Outside the clear boundary line, there was The familiar gray and white desert, the tall throne and altar, and the ruins of the city in a black silhouette in the distance.

Modil's heart tensed suddenly, but this time he was much calmer than before - this was the third time he had entered this weird place, although he still didn't know the reason behind all this, but at least the first two times The experience of returning safely made him calm down a lot in this third time.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal about his state, he quickly cast a full set of protective spells on himself, and then hid in the shadow of the nearby building with the agility of a thief to prevent the huge "lady" sitting on the throne from finding him , and almost at the same time he finished all this, that lazy but majestic female voice resounded between heaven and earth:

"It's a good story, Mr. Great Adventurer, and this time your story seems to have a lot of new elements? A powerful race that was locked in the ancient kingdom. It has been degraded day by day due to the long-term isolation, and it is addicted to potions with hallucinatory effects. And crazy entertainment...and subconsciously chasing self-destruction, Mr. Adventurer, I like the new story this time..."

Modil, who was hiding behind a nearby building, froze for a moment.

What the lazy and majestic voice described...wasn't it exactly what he had just heard from the black dragon girl about the old Tallond? !

The old mage felt his heart beat a little faster. At this moment, he even thought that he had been discovered by the lady, and the latter was teasing him, the dishonest "intruder", in this way, but the next second, The expected coercion did not come to him, he only heard the voice that was exactly like himself resounding somewhere near the throne:

"I also think the story this time is okay—you should have guessed it, I also made up this story, and it just popped out of my head just now... I don't even know how I came up with such a story Here comes a set of 'background settings', but depending on your reaction... my ability to make up stories is indeed getting better and better."

"Oh, my great adventurer, I don't want to praise you—although your new story is really good," the lazy and majestic voice seemed to say helplessly, "I miss the beginning, your story You still firmly uphold the 'adventurer's dignity and professional ethics', even if the old story is repeated many times, you will never fool me with fabricated things, but now you take your ability to fool me as something to be proud of .”

"Because now that I figured it out, all you want are stories, you don't care if they're true, and I'm not compiling my own adventure notes, so why bother with 'true records'?"

The chatter near the throne kept coming, and Mordir, who was hiding in the shadow of the building, gradually calmed down, but he still had great shock and uncontrollable conjectures in his heart—now he was absolutely sure, that What the "lady" mentioned just now was the information he heard from the black dragon girl, but here, the information seems to have become a story just made up by the "storyteller adventurer"... the "storyteller adventurer" Home" also said that this story came out of his head suddenly! !

The intelligence I heard in the real world was mapped to this world?Or that the voice that is exactly the same as his own is actually his projection in this world?Is that the subconscious self?Or some sort of split at the soul level?

There are too many possible guesses behind this, even a knowledgeable great magician dare not speculate without authorization, Mordir even had an impulse to run out of the "safe area" he was in, Go under that throne and check up close, who that "lady" really is, where her "voice" is coming from, who that person is speaking, even if it's really "another Modi" you"……

However, the rationality in his heart suppressed these dangerous impulses, and Mordir followed his inner guidance, allowing himself to hide better in the shadow of the building.

At this time, the voice of "another Mordir" came from the direction of the throne again: "Okay, my story is finished, ma'am, it's your turn to tell it—continue to tell about your dream. Can."

"My dream...well, there's nothing else to talk about anyway," the lazy and majestic female voice seemed to smile, and then said unhurriedly, "It's still in that giant city crawling on the ground... …I dreamed that I had been wandering in that giant city, and there seemed to be my mission and work that I had to accomplish.

"There are many figures, they serve me, or follow me, I keep hearing their voices, from the voices, I can understand the changes of almost the whole world, all secrets and knowledge, plots and tricks are like sunshine The grains of sand under the sun appeared in front of me, and I gathered those 'sand grains' together to restore the appearance of the world like a puzzle...

"There is another figure. He is in the center of the giant city. He seems to be the ruler of the city. I have to give him the puzzle pieces, and he transforms the puzzle pieces into his own power to maintain an invisible The life of the giant beast...Beside him, in the giant city, there are some individuals similar to me. We must hand over the 'things' gathered by the followers to maintain the 'giant' Beast' Survival...

"It's kind of weird, but honestly, I find it kind of funny."

The lady described what she saw in her dream unhurriedly, and after she finished speaking, there was a few seconds of silence around the throne before the voice of "Another Mordir" broke the silence: "Ah, To be honest, ma'am, the dream you described sounds more and more weird to me...not only weird, but I even find it a little scary."

"Great adventurer, you shouldn't be so timid. Didn't you say that you even dared to dig some graves full of strange and terrifying atmospheres, and what I'm talking about is just a dream-I thought Both things are equally interesting in front of you."

"That's different, ma'am," the great adventurer's voice retorted immediately, "I dig graves to find truth from buried history, and it's a serious and awe-inspiring business, not for fun. ..."

"Is that so? Well, maybe I really don't understand," the lady said with a smile in her lazy voice, "Looking for the truth from the buried history... I don't quite understand the meaning of those short histories. What kind of truth is worth digging, but if there is a chance, I am quite interested in being with you and trying the things you have described..."

Chapter 1221 Found it

That lazy and majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, and Mordir, who was hiding in the shadows, could feel the unimaginable power from that voice and the...heavy breath revealed by the long time, but this The owner of the voice seems to be a far more peaceful and friendly existence than Mordir imagined, at least... She is willing to talk about adventures with a suspected "another Mordir" as usual.

This kind of friendly behavior also made Modil gradually more courageous. He recalled what the leader of the dragon clan had said to him, and thought of the possible identity of that "lady"...a person who had been with the present world in ancient times. Lost god, a "righteous god", is he friendly?Maybe she wouldn't attack an intruder like herself who accidentally ran in, or maybe she already knew her existence. Is the voice talking to her really another self?Or... is this matter related to my lost memory?

All kinds of ideas are turning around in the head of the great adventurer. He is passionate about stepping into the unknown all his life, and now the largest "unknown" that he has never touched in his life is right in front of him. That unbearable feeling made him more and more restless, and finally, when the conversation beside the throne sounded again, he made up his mind, and began to cautiously approach the direction of the throne while relying on the cover of the surrounding buildings.

He didn't forget to apply layer after layer of protection and breath-shielding spells to himself, he didn't forget to always hide in the shadows, to avoid the prying eyes that might descend from the sky, and he didn't forget to restrain his breath, making himself like dust on the side of the road. He lost his "sense of existence", but at the same time he also knew that if the person opposite was really a god, all the protection he was doing at this moment was actually just a joke.

"Mr. Great Adventurer, what are you thinking now?" The majestic and lazy voice sounded again, and then "another Mordir" beside the throne answered aloud: "I'm thinking about what I have been with How long have you been together in this weird place... My perception of the passage of time has greatly weakened, but I guess it must have been a long time, at least it can't be as short as a year and a half..."

"Ah, it doesn't make much sense to think about this. This is the deepest part of the deep world, a folded dream, a divine kingdom that is misplaced with reality. In this place, the ripples from the present world have been so weak that they can hardly be matched. Whatever effect you and I have - and the passage of time too. Relax your nerves, the disgusting intruder is now a little quieter."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I'm a mortal after all—I even feel that my memory of my early adventures is beginning to blur," another Mordir said helplessly, "On these 'cheesy topics' , I can't be as free and easy as a god like you. But then again, how long have you been sleeping here, do you know? Oh, I mean, compared to the time scale of this world..."

"... who knows? I'm afraid only those pioneers who have left this planet can study and understand such a profound question," said the lazy and majestic voice with a slight smile, "no one can know in a dream How long have I been asleep—and so is God.”

Among the shadows of the building, Mordir's footsteps became faster and faster, and the voice from the side of the throne echoed clearly in his ears, but compared to the conversation, the voice in his heart was the real roar :

"Crazy... I'm probably crazy... This is not an ordinary danger. It is a god who has survived since ancient times—Modir, he can kill you with just one look! No need, really It’s not necessary, the adventurous spirit is not to blindly die, to go to an ancient god to inquire about things, is this tired of work... That voice is indeed very similar to mine, but this is not a reason to risk your life. In the ruins, I have seen few similar things...be more cautious, be more cautious, this is really unbeatable..."

The self-warning and denial in his mind flooded like a tide, and finally turned into an uncontrollable murmur in his throat. However, Modil’s footsteps did not stop at all. He finally noticed the abnormality, and as he continued to The anomaly is becoming more and more apparent near the straight boundary cut out at the end of the street:

He is being attracted by a deadly force, which comes from the voice next to the throne that has never appeared and is almost exactly the same as himself. He is having an irresistible impulse to go to the place where the voice is, as if being mad Like a driven out-of-control believer, chasing some dangerous destiny.

He is aware of the danger, experience—even though he can't remember exactly when this experience was, but experience tells him that this "impulse" that arises from his heart, but he can't control and interfere with it is absolutely weird and deadly , it is usually the result of spiritual pollution, or being lured by evil spirits! !

However, at this moment, for the first time, the strong mental strength that the legendary mage is proud of has been completely defeated. He is clear-headed, but he is completely unable to control his faster and faster pace. In the end, he is no longer even hiding in the shadows , but quickly ran in the direction of the throne on the street.

In just a moment, Modil rushed to the end of the street. The border that seemed to be cut by an invisible blade lay before his eyes, and the desolate and faded desert outside the border and the majestic throne pavement in the distance reflected Into his eyes, he seemed to have smelled the breath of "that place", and... he found that he had already stepped forward without hesitation, and was about to step towards...

A burst of roar suddenly sounded in his mind, and Modil felt his world spinning. Just before he was about to fall into doom, he felt an incomparably powerful force coming from nowhere, forcefully "pulling" himself out of that deadly vortex , Immediately after, he sensed the specific existence of this force, and felt that someone grabbed his arm, completely awakening himself from his deep sleep.

The old mage suddenly opened his eyes, and finally saw the familiar and colorful world, and felt the gentle shaking of his arms.

He raised his head in astonishment, a white came into view, and there was a lady with long silver hair, wearing a white velvet skirt and a snow fox shawl, with a cold and elegant expression standing beside him, with one hand resting on him on his shoulder—he was certain that he did not know this lady, but the lady's gaze was obviously not like that of a stranger passing by.

who is thisWhen did such a lady with extraordinary temperament appear in the adventurer camp?She doesn't look like a vulgar adventurer.

Modil frowned. He couldn't help but look at the pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with magic gleam, and the texture was like frozen ice crystals. For some reason, he always felt that these eyes brought him an inexplicable feeling. Familiarity and intimacy, at the same time, he also noticed that there were other figures beside this lady: the black dragon girl who served as Heragor's messenger, and a young woman with long black hair whom he didn't know .

He seemed to understand instantly.

When she was under scrutiny, Victoria Wilde's eyes also fell on the ordinary-looking old man in front of her. In fact, she had been standing here for a few minutes—the dragon named Coretta When the young girl brought her here, the old mage was immersed in his sleep. Regardless of whether the other party was her ancestor or not, out of respect for her elders, she did not rashly disturb her.

It wasn't until the old mage's aura suddenly fluctuated violently, and an obscure force seemed to be losing control in his body, and the nightmare seemed to be eroding his spiritual world, that Victoria couldn't help but stepped forward, trying to wake the old mage—— It's just that since she didn't know what happened, the "awakening" she did was just stepping forward and gently shaking the opponent's arm, and at the same time trying to use magic power to help the opponent calm down the shock. Unexpectedly, it was so simple The method turned out to be surprisingly effective, the old man woke up almost immediately, and all the abnormalities on his body were quickly calmed down.

"We meet again, Mr. Mordir," just as Modil and Victoria looked at each other, and no one knew what to say, the black dragon girl named Keleta finally stepped forward and broke the silence with a loud voice. Embarrassed, "I brought you a guest—although it was a bit sudden, you should have already guessed the identity of the guest."

"Wait... This is really..." Modil had already guessed the clue just now, but when his guess was confirmed, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes, and glanced at Victoria several times again, "This Really?"

"You are Mr. Mordill, the great adventurer who has traveled to all the known frontiers of the civilized world?" Victoria finally realized that she took half a step back, as if trying to adjust a suitable expression Come to face the old man in front of me, but this is not her field of expertise. In the end, she still maintained a nearly rigid expression, as if reciting these blunt opening remarks - after she finished speaking, her expression still did not change much However, Maggie, who was standing next to her, immediately knew that her good friend had fallen into great embarrassment and annoyance, and her eyes were shaken like never before.

She messed up—the wise and elegant Duchess of the North messed up things extremely rarely, messed up the first meeting with her ancestors, and it was the first time in many years that she saw Victoria so at a loss.

Maggie could finally imagine how Hetty and Rebecca reacted when they saw Gawain Cecil in the family cemetery.

"Uh... I don't know what those titles or honors behind you mean, but I am indeed Mordir," the great adventurer said awkwardly, shrouded in a strong sense of unreality Looking at him, it even made him feel that the dangerous and weird dream he had just now extended to the real world, "What's your name?"

"...Victoria, you can call me Victoria, or you can just call me Vicky, this is mine..." Victoria blurted out, but stopped in the middle of the sentence, as if she felt that she didn't Should be such a verbal gaffe in front of ancestors meeting for the first time.

Modil obviously didn't think about it so much, he just said along the words that popped up in his mind: "Ah, Victoria, right, Ms. Victoria...Miss...ah no, I don't seem to need to call you that - then I I'll just call you Victoria. You should know the... intention of the Dragon Clan to arrange this meeting, so you are really my...descendant?"

The old mage's train of thought seemed to have finally stabilized, and he looked at Victoria seriously, and the latter took a deep breath almost at the same time—the duchess forcibly calmed herself down, and then waved her hand, more than a dozen A layer of "mechanical mind" and "cold thinking" effects were applied to him, and the mood that was accidentally shaken before was instantly stabilized like a thousand miles of ice.

The corners of Modil's eyes twitched - although the matter is still full of unreality, but this kind of work style of taking dozens of layers of magic effects for himself seems a bit familiar...

"Mr. Mordill," Victoria's thinking has completely calmed down, her eyes are like ice in the mountains of the north, and her words are calm and orderly, "There are many clues that there is such a relationship between us, but Specifically, whether this blood connection exists, we need to prove—please forgive me for being rude, I need your blood."

While speaking, she quickly outlined a few light blue runes in mid-air, and at the same time took out a palm-sized mithril device from her carry-on. The surface of the device was engraved with complex runes and grooves , the moment it was taken out, the runes floating in mid-air instantly flew towards it, and accurately filled in several missing key nodes on the surface of the device—the complex magic circle on the Mithril device gradually brightened Waking up, Modil instantly understood what this "Victoria" wanted to do.

"It's easy to say." The old mage nodded immediately, and casually took out the enchanted dagger for body protection from his waist. The sharp tip cut his finger, and a few drops of blood floated out of thin air, and landed on the mithril device accurately. In the groove on the surface, Victoria also condensed a sharp ice cone at the same time. The cone pierced the fingertips, and the blood beads also floated towards the increasingly bright rune circle.

Blood seeps into the grooves coated with magic materials, and the genetic factors carried in the cells are instantly deconstructed and reorganized, forming a stable information characteristic circuit in the precise and trembling magic force field-this originates from the Gondor era, a few A continuation of the ancient technology that still works today, Victoria turned the mithril device over, and on the other side, which was as smooth as a mirror, several bright runes were shining.

At this moment, even a dozen layers of mechanical mind and cold thinking could barely control her emotional changes.

"Uh... Girl, do you see the conclusion?" Modil also seemed a little nervous, although he didn't know what he was nervous about. He stretched his neck and watched Victoria's expression changes with concern (that is, there was no change in Victoria's expression). change), "You should also be relieved, after all, this incident was quite sudden, and I was not prepared for it—it doesn't matter if it's really not true, it's not righteous to recognize relatives..."

Victoria suddenly raised her head, and the seriousness of her expression made Modil swallow her words before she finished speaking.

"Ancestor..." In the next second, under Mordir's astonished gaze, the present-day Duchess of the North bowed deeply, and said in a solemn voice with unprecedented solemnity, "We have finally found you."

"Finally? Found it?" Modil looked a little astonished, "Have you been looking for me?"

"Yes," Victoria slowly raised her head, and whispered in a rather complicated tone, "I have really been looking for...for many, many years."

Chapter 1222 Grandparents and grandchildren (correct)

Modil stood up, and couldn't help but look more curiously at the lady with outstanding temperament in front of him. In those extremely light blue eyes and snow-like hair color, he did see some shadows of himself , but he still can't remember, he can't remember his surname, he can't remember his experience when he was young, he can't remember whether he ever had a family and offspring, he can't even remember where he stopped and lived ——He could only guess the identity of the "Victoria" in front of him, and asked tentatively, "How long have you been looking for me?"

"...Six centuries." Duchess Victoria hesitated for less than a second, and finally made up her mind to say the answer.

Modil's expression froze for an instant, as if he heard a story from the Arabian Nights. After a long time, the corner of his mouth trembled, and he stared at the "descendant" in front of him: "How long did you say?!"

"Strictly speaking, it is the year 570. Although it is not six centuries old, it is not far away." Victoria took a breath. She knew how unimaginable this fact was for a person who had lost his memory, but she The purpose of coming here today is to unravel the mysteries entangled in the ancestors of the family. Except for the taboo "surname", it is best not to hide too many other things, "Ancestor, I am afraid that you don't even know that you have wandered in this world How long has it been?"

"How is this possible!!" Modil suddenly raised his voice, pointing at himself in astonishment, "Six centuries, six...I..."

In the middle of speaking, the old man stopped suddenly, his expression changed rapidly, and Victoria immediately became worried when she saw this, but before she was about to speak to comfort, the old man in front of her suddenly frowned again, pinching her chin with one hand With a beard on his face, his expression was thoughtful: "But then again... 600 years... I have experienced all kinds of weird things, it seems that it is not impossible?"

Victoria: "..."

The ancestor's ability to accept seems to be much stronger than she imagined?

While speaking, Modil's attention was on Victoria again. The old mage's brows were still unstretched, and he seemed to be full of thoughts: "I still can't believe it. According to what you said, didn't I become an old man?" Undead monster... Of course, I usually live happily... Ha, this is not the point. The point is that I actually don't know what happened to me. I don't know if those dragons have told you about the situation. My memory is a bit messed up now, and even my daily experiences are messed up, especially recently. In fact, I don't even know that I have descendants... Sorry, girl, does this sound a bit irresponsible?"

"Of course not," Victoria said immediately, "the envoy of the Dragon Clan told me all about the situation before I came, and I am mentally prepared. I am also here to confirm your situation and help you as much as possible—I also have There are many things I want to ask you."

"Oh, of course, of course," Modil said again and again, and then glanced at the curious onlookers who had gradually gathered in the surrounding streets, and then glanced at the "adventurer's cabin" where he temporarily lived not far away , with a smile on his face, "Why don't we go to the house first, this street full of people coming and going is not a place for conversation after all."

"Of course." Victoria nodded immediately, and then looked back at Maggie, "Maggie, then you..."

"I won't follow in," Maggie shook her head before Victoria finished speaking, and said with a smile on her face, "This kind of occasion is not suitable for me, an 'outsider', to make trouble by the side—Kole and I It’s rare to be able to come to the homeland of the Dragon Clan, and I really want to look around and learn about the history of this place.”

Victoria didn't say much, but just took a deep look at Maggie, as if showing gratitude in her eyes, then she nodded and walked towards the hut with Modil.

Looking at the direction in which Victoria's back disappeared, Maggie turned her head after a long time. She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be saying to the black dragon girl beside her: "It seems that the beginning is not bad."

The black dragon girl Keleta couldn't help but look back at the "distant relative" who came from afar beside her. Obviously, she was curious about Maggie, a "Dragonborn". "Aid to build", but their main scope of activity is still in the southeastern Binhai County area. In New Argondor, dragonborn figures are rarely seen.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Coretta finally couldn't help asking: "You... are friends with that Victorian lady? Is it easy for dragons and humans to be friends in Loren Continent?"

Maggie looked at this pure-blooded giant dragon whom she had just met not long ago. She knew that the other party was also a black dragon. From the point of view of blood, she and the other party belonged to the same "branch line". There is a little bit of intimacy on the land of Loren, and she is also willing to answer the question raised by the other party: "How to say... In fact, in most places in Loren, the figure of 'dragon' is still extremely rare, no matter it is pure blood The giant dragon is still a descendant of the dragon, and its main activities are still in the northern countries. When it comes to the specific relationship with humans, only the Cecil Empire and the dragons and locals who are active in parts of the northern part of Typhon are familiar with it.

"Of course, the situation has been changing. Humans are a very receptive race. As more and more dragons are active in the world, the relationship between dragons and humans is becoming more and more familiar.

"As for Victoria and I... we are in a special situation. She and I met many years ago. At that time, not to mention the pure-blooded dragon, even the dragon descendants were still in a state of blockade..."

She casually talked about her relationship with Victoria, interspersed with some details about her life in the Loren Continent, most of which were trivial matters, but Keleta showed great interest, and she asked several questions in a row Question, it was finally Maggie's turn to take the initiative: "I've said so much—should you also introduce this place to me?"

The black dragon Keleta raised her head, glanced at the rough and tough adventurer market town, and then at the towering city wall of Agondor in the distance-this is not a "scenery", but her face in the end is still He smiled and said, "Let's go outside the city. The safety zone has been extended to the crystal rock hills. We can go and see the former factory area and the current slag pool—those are places with great stories."

While speaking, she took Maggie's hand and walked towards the takeoff and landing site on the edge of the town: "Come on, we can fly directly there!"

……

Victoria looked around and looked at this small bedroom. Everything in the room was clear at a glance—a simple bed with a small cabinet at the end of the bed, a desk for one person, a chair, and a wall fixed to the wall. A shelf on top, that's all there is in the room.

She knew that for a person who came to take risks in the wasteland of Tarrond, such conditions were considered exceptionally favorable, but there was still a strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help but look to her side The old man: "Do you usually live in such a place? If you want, I can..."

"The leader of the Dragon Clan told me similar things," Modil waved his hand before the other party finished speaking, "but I think this is pretty good—even a bit too good. No need to eat and sleep, no need Set up a bunch of magic traps outside to deal with monsters, and the entire camp has sufficient supplies, this is not an adventurous day, but more like a vacation."

This is not a polite remark, but the true thoughts of the old mage. Victoria saw this, so she didn't insist anymore. Modil went to the bed and sat down, and then pointed to the chair in front of the desk next to him. Nodding to Victoria: "Sit down."

Victoria sat down in front of Modil. After the sound of creaking wood rubbing against each other, the hut fell into silence for a moment. She looked at the old man in front of her, thinking about how to continue the conversation, and at the same time, Hetty popped up in her mind. And Rebecca’s name—she finally knew how complicated and wonderful it was to suddenly face her ancestors from hundreds of years ago. Facing a theoretical blood relative but a real stranger, she seemed to be thinking no matter how she spoke. not enough……

So how did Heidi and Rebecca start the conversation after seeing the ancestor who had been lifted from the coffin?How did you make the atmosphere less awkward?

Victoria suddenly felt a little regretful that she didn't consult Ms. Hetty carefully about this matter before departure, because Hetty was busy with affairs at the time, and she only had time to chat with Rebecca in the magic net terminal, but what Her Royal Highness said at that time made her feel ashamed. She was even more confused. She said "I moved my hands before my brain could react", "The key is to be coaxed fast enough", and "It's better to be more resistant to beating"... I don't understand it at all.

Countless thoughts were spinning in Victoria's mind, but the expression on her face remained motionless, maintaining her frozen face as usual. Modil suddenly felt a bit of a headache when he saw such a "descendant". It would be such an unsmiling woman, which is quite different from his own personality. How did this seemingly difficult personality be educated?

But after thinking about it, he doesn't seem to be qualified to speak in this regard - after all, according to Victoria, he is already her "ancestor" 600 years ago, and in terms of the education of future generations...he really can't speak .

Fortunately, in the end the old mage took the initiative to speak and broke the silence in the hut: "Victoria, right? What's your last name?"

Victoria: "..."

Mordir: "..."

"It's the same surname as yours, but..." The extreme embarrassment almost pierced Victoria's more than ten layers of mental protection. Don't tell you anything about surnames - it seems to stimulate your 'memory fault'."

"Ah, ah, that's right, I remembered," Modilton slapped his head suddenly, and said a little embarrassedly, "I remember that Heragor reminded me about this matter not long ago, saying It's a 'fault' in my memory system that interrupts and resets consciousness as soon as key information is touched. Well, it was my oversight."

As he spoke, he laughed, and it seemed that the previous awkward and stiff atmosphere had subsided a lot because of this little episode: "Then let me ask something else... What do you do? Home... That should be mine. Family, what's the situation now?"

"I... mainly manage, um, manage a lot of land, and many people live on that land," Victoria said awkwardly. After all, she had never considered describing her ordinary life in this way before. And the people around me, "Your descendants are still doing well in this generation. Apart from me, some people have joined the army or run their own industries. Most of the young people are still studying. One of the best talents is me. nephew, he is studying in the imperial capital..."

Modil stared, only feeling that these things seemed to be far away from him, and that sense of unreality surged up again, making him mutter subconsciously: "I am an old man who is adventurous everywhere, why do I suddenly have such a strange feeling?" A lot of descendants who sound very powerful?"

Victoria didn't seem to hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Modil quickly waved his hand, and looked at Victoria curiously, "It sounds like it's not easy, you have property and land, but I'm even more confused, you usually What the hell is it for...sounds like farming? But it seems to be a little more powerful than that..."