Morgan, confused, Catherine tilted her head and thought about it, Morgan, I don't know you~ but she still greeted politely.

Time may have little impact on an immortal witch, for example, after the first 1000 years, Morgan will still keep a memory of everything that has been, and try everything around him.

But now that the second millennium had passed, she could feel that something had changed, something uncontrollable.

Morgan looked at the cute Catherine in front of her, familiar with the same long blond hair as her.

Although Catherine is an adult, she is still a little girl in Morgan's eyes, and this little girl still maintains her innocence after the death of her teacher (of course, she chose death more appropriately than death), and the teacher poisoned her by someone she could trust on his deathbed.

"She's more like Lily than Joan of Arc and I. Morgan's rare expression was somewhat gentle, and the innocence or holiness of Catherine in front of her was as if the White Knight King had once sat opposite her.

Unlike Joan of Arc, although it also has the attribute of holiness, it is a holiness born after absorbing a lot of faith with the help of the ignorant belief of people in the world at that time in the gods and spirits.

After making sure that Catherine's body was only a little weak and that it would be enough to recuperate for a while, the two men walked out of the house.

After closing the door for Catherine, Morgan looked slightly sideways at the swaying golden flowers in front of the windowsill of the room where Catherine lived, the slender petals glowing with a hazy golden glow in the sun.

"I think I might understand you a little. Morgan walked side by side with Siwen through the vast gardens of the Europa Palace.

Holding Xiwen's hand, Morgan's hand was a little cold and a little stiff, and she looked at Xiwen: "Is it lonely?"

"What is more terrible than loneliness is the beautiful hope that is like a bubble. Sivin felt Morgan's cold hand.

Morgan, as a witch, whether it is mixing potions and alchemy products, or casting spells to fight, the magic will pass through his hands, and it is good to be able to keep his hands unpolluted by elements for two thousand years.

Morgan's eyes froze for a moment, and she slowly let go of her hand, looking at the elf sculpture in front of her that was tirelessly spraying water, and the sound of splashing continuously occupied every trace of her thoughts.

"Do you regret it?" Morgan seemed interested in the garden maze in the other direction, turning his head to look over there, and all he could see was her blonde hair, her white neck, and the delicate collarbone exposed by the witch's gown.

Regret it?

……

That's an unanswerable question.

He used to ......

He was no longer able to remember the memories that had been sealed away from before the First Age......

All he could remember was the eternity after everything he had lost.

In the second era, after he saw Xiyun resurrected at a terrible price, although he guarded her every inch, he pretended not to recognize her until he almost lost her again.

This era......

Deora, Lily, he thought they would choose to be accompanied......

A mocking smile was given to Xiwen himself, why did he have such self-righteous thoughts, it was obviously him first.

"At least, they should have left quietly, and they didn't have too many regrets. ”

"No regrets?"

Morgan turned around suddenly, Morgan's pale green eyes looked at Xiwen in the silver moonlight, and then showed a rare smile: "If we hadn't missed that rainy night, maybe there would have been a different world line, right?"

It's a pity that there really is no if.

Morgan knew there were no ifs, but she didn't know what it really meant to be ifs.

Especially for Xiwen, this world has completely ended after the entry of Xiwen and Sistaro, and there is only one and only one Xiwen on the eternal timeline for mortals.

But to be more precise, it was Siwen who faced despair and settled in the world of Sistaro.

The night wind swept through the bushes and treetops of the labyrinth garden.

It's a pity that there are always some unstable people in this world who like to make others unstable.

In Calais, France, a loud bang turned the dark tunnel of the night into a moment of illumination, as if it were day.

However, this is not the end of the disaster, or even the beginning of it, as the train that has just entered the tunnel for trial operation is like a napalm thrown into it, and it instantly turns into hell on earth.

Wailing, screaming, crying for help, cursing

A vivid hellish scene captivates anyone who hasn't been caught up in the catastrophe in the first place.

More accurately, breathtaking.

Even because of the trial operation of the tunnel and the preparation of a large number of emergency supplies, there was no way to save their colleagues from the terrible fire for a while.

Even they themselves had to find a way to get out of here as quickly as possible and lock it off, because this level of burning would quickly burn out the oxygen in this area of the tunnel.

At that time, what awaited everyone was suffocation and death that was more brutal than direct explosion.

has been doing chores, and is responsible for proofreading materials every day, a middle-aged man with a very low sense of presence locked on the bright red flame for a moment.

The leaping tongues of fire spread unscrupulously towards the surroundings, as if they were demons that had just been freed from the blockade, greedily wanting to devour everything around them, living or even inanimate.

The middle-aged man grabbed the worker next to him: "John, this is not a problem we can solve, the range of your fire extinguisher can't reach the flame at all." ”

The worker, known as John, was sweating profusely and trying to say something with an angry face, but suddenly his eyes became dazed and confused.

"John, you go and contact the engineers in the Central Tunnel, and I'll leave it here. ”

"Okay, Victor......"

The middle-aged Victor watched John leave with a somewhat distracted look, and then took a deep breath and looked at the area of the test train that had been completely dead and injured, not because he was ruthless and did not save his colleagues, but because he ......

"Is it a fire spell, it's still an enhanced version, I really don't know what the group of security guards on the ground are eating. He picked up his glow stick, which was used to clean up and communicate in the tunnel, crushed it, and held his wand tightly in his hand.

At the same time, on the other side of the tunnel near the undersea tunnel, in the secret room area of the superimposed phase, the blonde girl kneeling and praying seemed to sense something, raised her head and still prayed, but her beautiful thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

……