Sword of Dawn

"Um, it's a little bit better than that," Victoria said with difficulty. She was really not good at communicating with people in this way, but at this moment she had to think quickly about how to explain her own affairs to her ancestors, while making the other party refuse to accept her at all. Reminiscent of the behemoth Wilder family in the north, "I don't manage the land myself, I just manage a large piece of land, and I also manage all the industries on the land..."

Modil listened carefully, but suddenly frowned. The seriousness in his expression made Victoria startled, and the latter stopped talking immediately: "Ancestor, what's the problem?"

"You can't break the law," Mortier said suddenly, rambling, "this is no joke."

Victoria was confused: "Huh?"

"Although I usually wander around, I understand the laws promulgated by the empire and the policies announced by the government affairs hall." Modil continued to look at Victoria with a serious face. At this moment, he really seemed to be worried that future generations would go astray. The old man said, "Son, it is against the law to embezzle land and monopolize it!"

Victoria: "...?"

After being stunned for two seconds, she finally came to her senses, and explained in a very embarrassed (although it couldn't be seen on her face): "No, you misunderstood, I'm just in charge of managing those - the land belongs to the country, the property belongs to others, I'm just managing it. Of course, we also have some family businesses, but that's definitely not an annexation or monopoly—everything is under legal premise..."

The Grand Duchess who ruled the entire Northern Territory was rarely at a loss in her life, but Mordir gradually relaxed her brows. The old mage finally nodded and finally understood everything: "I'm relieved when you say that... Ah, I I figured out what you do, you work in the government affairs office?"

"Um..." Victoria was startled, then quickly accepted this brand-new idea, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I work in the government affairs hall—I have to show up to the government affairs hall almost every day, and sometimes I have to bring documents with me. Let's deal with it at home..."

"Then you've worked really hard," Modil finally smiled again, even a little relieved in his smile, "but it's good for young people to work a little bit harder, it's to accumulate for the future life... By the way, listen to what you said, Are you still an official in the government affairs hall?"

"This...is sort of it," Victoria nodded with a stiff expression, "he's... well, an ordinary administrator..."

Chapter 1223 The Chase of the Ancient God

Hearing Victoria's answer, Modil seemed much more relieved, with a relieved smile on his face - although to him, Victoria at this moment is still just a stranger who has just met for a long time, but " The word "descendant" still produced some inexplicable imprints in the heart of this old mage who often lost his memory, and as for Victoria... her feelings were much more complicated.

But no matter what, it would be nice if I could use this topic to fool my ancestors—the shrewd, capable, mature and steady Duchess of the North felt unprecedentedly powerless at this moment.

"I'm here...in addition to getting to know you, I also want to know about your situation." After sheaving a sigh of relief, Victoria immediately took the initiative to prevent the atmosphere that had finally stabilized from slipping again. The direction that I can't control, "I learned from the Dragon Clan that some things happened to you... such as memory confusion and loss, and a short period of mental trance, which may be related to your experience 600 years ago... "

"600 years ago..." Modil couldn't help muttering softly, with a complicated expression on his face, "Actually, even though I said that just now, I still can't believe it, 600 years... According to what you said, I Almost from the early days of Ansu's founding of the country to the present, have you been wandering around in such a muddled way for so many years..."

"It is not uncommon for ancients to have survived for centuries, and miracles of resurrection from the dead have also appeared. In the superhuman realm, it is inevitable that some things beyond common sense will happen," Victoria said softly. It is not inconceivable that anything can change the essence of life..."

"That's right," Modil thought for a while, and finally smiled with relief, "Don't think about it, it's rare for you to come here. You mentioned my memory and mental state just now, right... Indeed, I have a problem in this respect Big problem, not only can I not remember my last name, but also my hometown and all my experiences when I was young, you see, I don’t even know that I have left any children, I don’t know about your descendants, and I don’t know I've been wandering the world for so many years—but I've been feeling like I'm in more trouble lately than my memory problems."

"Bigger trouble?" Victoria immediately frowned slightly, "What kind of trouble?"

"Recently, I have fallen into a strange dream more than once, and in the dream, I have arrived at a strange and horrifying place that seems to be in the shadow world," Modil said while recalling his recent experience. The experience said, "I saw the gray desert and the ruins of the city in the distance, and there was a huge god...

"...The leader of the dragon tribe told me that what I saw was most likely the ancient god 'Goddess of Shadow' who had been 'missing' for nearly 200 million years, but as for the other voice that was almost exactly the same as mine, even he could not Know what's going on..."

The old mage slowly narrated all the details he could remember, and Victoria became more and more serious in the process of listening carefully: even a layman who only has a superficial understanding in the supernatural field stands here, can understand from this narration Realizing what a weird and dangerous experience it was, not to mention that she herself is a knowledgeable spellcaster, and at the same time has the authority to access the huge amount of information released within the Theocratic Council—she can think of more.

It was about an ancient god, and that god was even in the same age as the Dragon God... The complexity and importance of this matter instantly exceeded her expectations before she set off.

Hearing the old mage talk about his last-minute thrilling experience in the "dreamland", and hearing that he was about to step out of the street and onto the gray-white desert, Victoria's eyes finally changed slightly, and she subconsciously said: " You were almost about to step into that desert? But you were pulled back by me?"

"I'm not sure what force pulled me back, but this is the biggest possibility," Modil said very seriously. Although his memory was messy and broken, the knowledge in his mind was still vast, As a knowledgeable transcendent, he can roughly guess what caused him to wake up based on speculation, "Your magic interference, spiritual comfort, maybe there is still a little blood power at work..."

"If this is true, then we should be really grateful," Victoria said from the bottom of her heart, "Unfortunately, it is difficult for us to determine the nature of the 'dream' you experienced, let alone try it What will happen if you really step into that desert... Judging from common sense, if it is really a domain created by an ancient god, then no matter what his own wishes are, that domain is a deadly threat to mortals. "

"I think so, anyway, if I am pulled into that dream again next time, I will definitely find a way to wake up as soon as possible. If I can't wake up, I must find a way to fix myself in a safe place to prevent being tempted by inexplicable forces. Run to commit suicide..." Modil curled his lips, raised one foot and dangled it while speaking, it was the foot he almost stepped into the desert in the dream, "It was almost, I am here Only the toes are touching..."

Halfway through the old mage's speech, his voice stopped abruptly. He stared at his toes with wide eyes, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely serious.

Victoria noticed this immediately, and subconsciously followed the old man's gaze - she immediately saw what made Mordill suddenly serious: on the front of the old mage's boots, a few gray-white grains The sand was quietly adhering to the leather surface of the boots, and against the black background, the few grains of gray-white matter that seemed to belong to this world were particularly eye-catching.

"This..." Victoria was stunned and reacted instantly, but before she could take any action, Mordir's voice sounded first: "Don't move, this is a sample!"

While speaking, the old mage waved his hand in the air, and the invisible magic power condensed into a translucent hand of evocation—Victoria had never seen such a dexterous and precise evocation spell. She saw that Hands condensed with magic power carefully pinched the few grains of off-white sand, and slowly put them into a small wooden plate on the desk next to it. He walked out according to the route he had entered the house, and returned to the house after another half a minute.

Victoria knew that the old man was going to check if there were any other grains of sand left on the ground when she was walking around—behind the peaceful and informal appearance was an extremely meticulous and cautious character, and she finally established the first respect for her ancestors. an impression.

"No more," Mordir returned to the desk, his eyes fixed on the few grains of sand in the wooden tray, muttering under his breath as he thought, "it seems that I brought this thing from 'over there' of."

Then he raised his head, glanced at Victoria, and smiled on his face: "It's against common sense, right? I've only encountered such things that violate common sense these days. But think about the fact that there may be an ancient god behind this incident. Contacting...violating common sense is violating common sense."

"You arrived there in a dream... and then you even brought the things there to the real world!" Victoria opened her eyes slightly, thoughts racing through her mind, "Does this mean...you and' The 'distance' over there is..."

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'm getting closer to 'over there'." Modil nodded slightly without waiting for Victoria to finish speaking, but there was no tension or fear on his face, "At first I could only listen to Heard some sounds, saw some pictures, and then the notes I left over there were mapped to the real world, and then... You see, I even brought out all the things over there. Think about me over there 'attracted', it's very much a gradual process..."

"Then you can still be so calm?" Victoria's expressionless face finally changed, "The power of that ancient god is chasing you—whether it is malicious or not, it is definitely not a good thing for mortals!"

"Yeah, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. I have encountered many thrilling situations in my life, but this time I got on the sidelines with God, but it was too exciting," Modil said helplessly, "I would think I try my best to deal with it, but I don’t think it will have much effect—what we have to face is the power of the ancient gods, and the weirdness of the gods is beyond the imagination of ordinary people... Let’s take one step at a time .”

"No, it's not enough," Victoria stood up from her chair, "I'll report this to the higher authorities immediately, and I'll also tell the upper echelons of the Dragon Clan about it, and they will all find a way—don't worry, even if the opposite party really It is the power of the gods, and we are not powerless, the empire also holds the power equal to the gods..."

Modil looked at Victoria with a serious face in surprise, looked up and down a few times and couldn't help but said: "But aren't you just an ordinary administrative official in the government affairs hall? How does this sound..."

"...you believe that I am," Victoria interrupted the old man a little bluntly, "this has nothing to do with my identity, what happened to you is extremely special, and it is enough to arouse His Majesty, the upper echelons of the Dragon Clan, and even many leaders of the alliance. attention—the value of your existence is much more important than what you think.”

Mordir took a deep look at Victoria, and then looked away after a while, with a faint smile on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "In this case, of course I believe you. But before the big shots you mentioned can react, I still have to find a way to protect myself..."

"I will stay in Tarrond for a while," Victoria said immediately, "Since I can wake you up from the 'dream', my presence by your side should play a role..."

"Let's not talk about that," Modil waved his hand, "Before I'm pulled into that 'dream' next time, I have to get as much information as possible, some information about... myself. Except for the information that I can't touch Besides, I hope you can complete my missing memories as much as possible."

"Of course." Victoria nodded immediately, "Where do you want to start to understand?"

"Let's talk about my 'disappearance' first." Modil thought for a while, then said slowly, "I'm afraid that is the 'starting point' of my memory loss...Victoria, what is the last clue I left in front of the world? "

"In Mosswood, your last adventure is north of Mosswood..."

……

In the southwest of New Argondor, the whistling sound of giant wings tearing the air fell from the sky, accompanied by the surge of magic power and two gusts of wind, two huge black figures landed one after the other on the hills at the edge of the barren wilderness superior.

They were two black giant dragons, one of which was small in size, but wore a formidable steel armor and a complex magical mechanism on its body, and the other was huge and strong, but its strong and wide wings were full of scars. There are even more hideous and terrifying scars running through the entire torso.

"This is the boundary of the safe zone," the black dragon with scars all over his body came to the edge of the hill, and his deep voice sounded, "Did you see the beacon lights flashing in the wilderness in the distance? Those are the adventurers The border laid down with the soldiers of the advance force, every time we cleared the monsters in an area and repaired the local elemental cracks and space cracks, we would set up this kind of beacon light on the border, and wait until the new place was cleared, and the beacon light The beacon lights are extended outwards—but this expansion is not always smooth. Many times, wandering monsters will suddenly appear and reoccupy the security boundary that is not stable enough, and then we have to push the defense line back... Sometimes this kind of seesaw has to last several times before a safe area can be completely stabilized.

"It is also for this reason that the new review panel has assigned a clear 'safety level' to each area. Major cities such as Agondor and Binhai County and the surrounding suburbs belong to the green safety area. This area has been completely stabilized and there will be no Elemental creatures and malicious spirits, the pollution has also been cleaned up, they can live with peace of mind, and the facilities are relatively complete;

"The wilderness farther away is divided into orange areas. There are still sporadic monster activities in these areas, or there are unstable geological structures and incompletely purified pollution sources. Occasional disasters occur, but basically no activated elements will appear. Fissures, these areas have a very low chance of deterioration, and are basically transforming into green areas—most of the new adventurers are also operating in these areas, and their main task is to maintain the stability of the orange area and clear the area of ​​small-scale Monsters, and at the same time ensure that various resources produced in the Orange Zone can be safely transported to the Green Zone;

"Further outside, there is the unsafe 'red zone'-basically the boundary of the 'survivable zone'. These areas have only undergone basic clearing and guarding. Except for the only supply lines that can barely pass through, the wilderness There are still large-scale activities of elemental creatures and malicious spirits, and unstable elemental rifts and space rifts will emerge at any time. The dragon warriors who are in charge of these areas are mainly the advancing troops, but there are also a few seniors who have passed the assessment. The adventurers are assisting from the side, conducting some investigations and mopping up work."

Speaking of this, Coretta paused for a moment, and then continued with a little sigh: "Before the arrival of those adventurers and the support materials from Loren Continent, our advancement work was very difficult, and almost all the soldiers' energy was wasted. We are at the border of the 'Orange Zone', and the lack of supplies is also an important reason for the slow progress—it was not until the arrival of the support from the Loren Kingdom that our embarrassing situation was finally relieved."

Chapter 1224 Under the Night of Tarrond

Listening to Keleta's narration, Maggie raised her slender neck and looked at the beacon devices in the distant wilderness that were regularly flashing lights under the starry sky of the polar night—the scorched war wasteland in the night. Extending, the cold starlight shines on those wrinkled hardened rock formations and uneven craters, the polar cold wind whizzes past the earth, and the wind carries the unique smell of some kind of pollution leakage, and those beacons Shining in such a ruin, relying on small energy supply modules and simple protection, they stand in the cold wind, forming a thin but never-ending "border" in the wilderness.

The light of the beacon extends all the way to the end of the line of sight. Compared with the endless lights that once shone on the land of Tallond, this little light is like fireflies, but these fireflies are the first time the dragons have come to this cruel land. The safe territory that was "gnawed" out after the first fight, outside the lights, is a desperate situation where life cannot gain a foothold. Inside the lights, it is the only remaining home of the dragons.

Just like every dragonborn who has the opportunity to set foot on Tarrond, after seeing this wasteland and the efforts made by the dragons to survive, all the imaginations about the "hometown of dragons" in Maggie's mind are gone. After a little bit of collapse into reality, this reality is not very beautiful, but at least it can be seen and touched.

Keleta stood beside Maggie, raising one wing and pointing into the distance: "This is the boundary of the Orange Zone—according to the current division method, the Orange Zone is also a 'safe zone', at least for people with certain self-protection capabilities. As far as the superhumans and dragons are concerned, these areas are still survivable. The other side of the light is the red area, have you seen those brighter places? That is the rest station in the red area, and the fighters use those rest stations as nodes , Gradually clear the pollution and cracks in the red zone..."

"What about outside the red zone?" Maggie asked suddenly, "Are there other areas outside the red zone?"

"Yes, the black area is a general term for all areas with unknown conditions, including those areas that have been explored but are extremely dangerous and cannot be dealt with by existing means. In fact, the black area is most of Tarrond's current situation—— The explored area including the red zone only accounts for less than one-tenth of the entire continent," Coretta said slowly, "The exploration of the black zone is extremely risky, and only the most elite professional fighting dragons can take on this important task , but we have to explore those places, where there are resources we urgently need, there may be factories that are still running or have repair value, there may even be dragon eggs, or compatriots who are in the dark waiting for rescue..."

Maggie listened carefully to Coretta's narration, with a thoughtful expression, she was silent for a moment after Coretta finished speaking, and then suddenly said: "About the information about the advancement and construction in the wasteland. ...Can it be made public?"

"Public?" Coretta froze for a moment, but quickly thought about it, and nodded lightly, "There is nothing to keep secret, the jury is even considering compiling these materials into booklets and handing them out to Loren The aid team and adventurers who came here are used as a reference—what, are you interested in these things?"

"It's not me, it's our majesty—I mean His Majesty Cecil," Maggie said immediately, "We are planning to counterattack the wasteland of Gondor, you should know that place—it is a land destroyed by the demon tide. The land, roamed by aberrations and other dangerous mutated creatures, is not the same as Tarrond, but the challenges we face are similar - and your experience in this land can help us a lot. "

Keleta blinked. She obviously hadn't thought about it in this direction before, but soon she understood Maggie's thoughts, and a smile with eighteen fangs appeared on her face: "Ah, of course this is a good thing, I Report this to the leader when you go back. He should be very happy to provide the Alliance with information in this regard—Since the end of the war, Tarrond has been receiving help from the kingdoms of Loren. Dragons are not used to being indebted Race."

Maggie bent her neck slightly and shook her head from side to side. This was a movement she had just learned from other dragons. In the tradition of pureblood dragons, this gesture represented friendship and gratitude.

Coretta returned a salute, and then her attention was shifted to other places - her eyes fell on Maggie's mechanical armor with complex structure but rough style. The all-powerful "Duel Dragon Lady" has actually been interested in the mechanical armor on Maggie's body from the very beginning, but until now, the relationship between the two has become a little familiar, and she finally couldn't help asking: "The armor on your body?" 'Armor'...is that the 'steel wings' mentioned by the Dragonborn in Binhai County?"

"Yes," Maggie raised her head, shaking her wings and tail a little ostentatiously, the steel structure at the connection made a rattling sound in the night, but her words were still very modest, "And Tarrond's Compared with technology, this should be nothing."

"It was Tallond in the past—Tallond today can't make any full-body implants or power armor," Coretta looked at Maggie's armor with a little envy, "and Aside from this point... I also like the style of your equipment more, this kind of rough steel structure, the combination of machinery and runes... Seriously, this thing is so beautiful! Especially the device on your chin ...What is this? A ram?"

"Actually, it's just part of the head armor," Maggie couldn't help laughing, shaking her head from side to side. This was the first time she heard it from someone other than Rebecca in a long time. The compliment about her "iron chin" made her feel that her aesthetics are still normal, "Of course, if the situation requires it, you can use it as a bumper - this thing is mixed with purple steel and fine gold , very hard..."

"I like this!" Coretta's eyes lit up, her huge wings fluttered restlessly, this "Duelist" seemed to recall his exciting days in the extreme arena, "the combination of primitive and advanced , Why didn’t I think of this idea when I designed the combat attachment for myself in the arena? If I had this in the last battle...if I had this...well, having this may not stop others from following The sneak attack on the back..."

The second half of Keleta's sentence seemed quite resentful, and Maggie had heard about the concept of the Extreme Arena from her before. This dragonborn couldn't help but imagine a real pure-blooded dragon equipped with steel armor What kind of mighty image will it look like afterwards? She shook her head and said happily: "This armor may not have any practical significance on a pure-blooded dragon, but wearing something with this style of painting to the arena you mentioned Fighting with people can definitely shock the contestants to..."

While speaking, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips: "After all, this is..."

The second half of Maggie's sentence came to an abrupt end, her tongue stuck to her iron chin, and the rest of the syllables turned into a series of indistinct murmurs: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Keletta was still immersed in the emotion of the past a second ago, but when she turned her head and looked at it, she was taken aback, and quickly reminded: "Hey! You are stuck! Burn it, burn it, and quickly make a fire!"

Maggie finally reacted, a string of bright sparks instantly ignited in her throat, and then it turned into a flame and gushed out of her mouth——she urgently controlled the power of the dragon's breath, at least she didn't kill Keletta next to her. It burned, and under the high temperature of the flame, her tongue finally broke free from the iron jaw.

The small hill fell into silence, and Keletta carefully glanced at her new friend who seemed to be a bit shocked, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

"I was careless..." Maggie said in a muffled and hoarse voice, and she didn't know whether it was because of her tongue injury or trauma on the spiritual level, "I forgot I was wearing something...but it shouldn't stick So strong..."

Coretta sighed. "You licked iron at the North Pole in winter—I don't think there's anything suspicious about that."

The corner of Maggie's mouth seemed to tremble, but it was not easy to see under the cover of the iron chin: "Well, you are right... this is really bad, I remember that I have rarely done it since I was an adult Such a stupid thing..."

Keletta glanced at this new friend, shook her head after a little silence: "Think about it, you are not the only one who does this. After the disappearance of the great shield of Tarrond, there are many people who have lived in the 'greenhouse' all their lives. The dragons in the game are only exposed to the real polar climate for the first time, and we have to learn everything from scratch - poisonous factory ruins and wandering elemental creatures are not all the challenges that the dragons have to face, we also have to face in the Arctic. Curious compatriots licking the iron railings..."

Maggie listened dumbfounded. Obviously, this is something that no serious scholar would mention in a serious "Monograph on Dragons", but slowly, she finally couldn't help laughing, and even brought a smile beside her. Corletta also laughed.

The laughter of the two giant dragons echoed on the star-covered wasteland of Tarrond.

……

Two hours later, Coretta returned to the adventurer's hut where Modil lived, and Victoria Wilde had already left here temporarily.

"She said she would come back soon," Modil said to the black dragon girl in front of her, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "She has to make some arrangements and ask the manager of the adventurer camp for help—listen to that It means that she plans to live near me. To be honest, I can understand her feelings, but I don't think it's necessary..."

"... Ms. Victoria has her own arrangements." Coretta didn't know about Mordill's deterioration, but she knew Victoria Wild's identity, so after a brief hesitation, she could only say so.

"I know, I just said it casually," Modil smiled, and then he suddenly showed a mysterious look, and whispered close to Keleta's ear, "By the way, you know what, My descendant... might be a big shot."

Keletta was stunned. She didn't know how to answer the great adventurer for a while, so she could only perfunctory: "Ah, big shot? What kind of big shot?"

"She said she was an administrative official of the Government Affairs Department, an ordinary administrative official," Modil said slowly, sitting on his rocking chair, but soon shook his head slightly, "but I know she didn't to be frank."

Coretta: "...huh?"

"My memory is not very good, and my spirit is a little unstable, but I'm not stupid—and I still have a pair of good eyes," the old man said with a smile, pointing to his own head and eyes. Said, "She is a big person, not a small official. A small official does not have her kindness, and a small official will not disturb the upper echelons of Tarrond, let alone talk about the ruler of the empire in that calm tone. ... She is not good at lying, of course, she may not be good at lying in front of my eyes."

Listening to the old man's words, Keletta suddenly became a little nervous: "So you..."

"I came up with a few guesses, but I didn't dare to think deeply about any of them, and I didn't even dare to think about those key words in my mind." Modil's rocking chair shook slightly, and the wood creaked, " I also imposed a few mental hints on myself to stop my uncontrollable thoughts—don’t worry, girl, the old man has a sense of proportion. I have experienced many weird and bizarre situations in my life, so I naturally have some coping skills. "

"……You have worked hard."

"It's not hard work," Modil smiled and waved his hands. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky under the extreme night with some ecstasy. Your Excellency Gore has done a test for me. Some key information stimuli will cause my memory to be confused for a period of time, and even the entire consciousness will be reset. Sometimes it will only be reset for a short period of time, but maybe it will be the next time. It will make me forget the whole day - I finally met my descendant, if she comes to see me tomorrow, but I don't know her, do you think it will be a bit embarrassing?"

Keletta suddenly realized that she didn't know how to respond, so she had to stand quietly beside the old mage, listening to the old man's rambling babble.

"I never thought that I would have a relative, although there is almost 600 years between this relative and me..." Modil said slowly, "In my only memory, I have been wandering around, going to Many places, met many people, and recorded many things, but none of them can have a stable connection with me. After a long time, I even forgot about "time" itself, and I am confused all day long, until today , I seem to have just realized—some people and some things I remember, that’s even the Ansu First Dynasty..."

"You have relatives, and your relatives have not forgotten you," Coretta couldn't help but said, "Even if you don't remember them anymore, they have always..."

She didn't finish her sentence, because there were even and slight snores from the direction of the old mage.

Modil fell asleep, and fell asleep basking in the "sun in his heart" in this extremely night dragon city, but this time, with a slight smile on his lips, the monotonous world of black and white did not come to him , he slept soundly.

……

After returning to the temporary residence of New Argondor, Victoria met Maggie who had returned from the outskirts of the city.

"Modir Wilder's condition is very bad. I suspect that he is being chased by the power of the ancient gods—and this power has begun to have an effect on the real world," she said to Maggie quickly, "I I need you to return to Loren as soon as possible, report the matter to His Majesty, and bring back a 'sample' at the same time."

"Understood, I can leave at any time." Maggie nodded immediately and said, but her voice seemed a little hoarse and weird.

A look of curiosity suddenly appeared on Victoria's face: "What's wrong with your throat?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Maggie's face. In front of her friend's inquiry, she had no choice but to turn her head away unnaturally: "It's nothing, it's just that the hiccup hurt her throat."

"Hiccup?"

"Hmm, hiccup."

Chapter 1225 Matrix Hall

In fact, Victoria really wanted to ask why hiccups can still hurt her throat, but the tacit understanding developed between her friends over the years made her give up the idea of ​​​​speaking at the last moment-by the way, she also found a more plausible reason for herself.

After all, Maggie is a dragon, and when their race hiccups... the temperature may be relatively high.

In a sense, Victoria's ideas are subtly in line with reality...

Seeing that the embarrassment disappeared, Maggie seemed to be a little relieved, then she looked at Victoria's face, and said before the other party asked any questions: "How did you and Mr. Modil... get in touch?" Sample?"

The "chased by the ancient gods" and "sample" that Victoria mentioned just now can be regarded as the content of the public report. Now what she is asking is Victoria's personal feelings.

The Duchess of the North was silent for a few seconds, as if she was recalling the process of contacting the old man today. After a short period of memory and thinking, she whispered in a strange tone: "I don't know..."