Ten minutes later. City gates.

"Whew...... Woohoo......"

The girl put one hand on her knee, staggering, gasping for breath, feeling that she couldn't stand on her feet. She hadn't run that fast since she crossed over, and to be exact, she rarely ran that fast on Earth.

Victoria Douglas's fitness is terrible. Now every breath she takes causes a pinprick-like tingling in her lungs. I don't know if it's because of the lack of blood supply, she is dizzy, she feels that the ground is so soft that it is difficult to maintain balance, and the only sound she can hear is her own heartbeat of "plopping, plopping".

I really want to just sit on the ground with my ass, but it's so ugly......

In this regard, Goth, who was beside the girl, just shrugged helplessly. He breathed steadily, as if he hadn't done any movement at all.

"If you're feeling bad," he said helplessly, "you can sit down and rest for a while." Five minutes until eight-thirty," he said, glancing at the golden pocket watch in his hand, "but I think the caravan will have to wait a little longer before it leaves." ”

"You're not...... Say...... We're going to be late......"

"That's true. However, given the time it takes to count the goods, it would be acceptable for the caravan to depart even a few minutes to half an hour later. ”

"Then why are we in a hurry?" The girl felt like she was going to blow up—her lungs had exploded before that.

"Because I don't want to be late, even if it's formal." Goth said, "You think so too, don't you?" ”

"......" The girl was speechless. She just sat on a stone beside the road, endured a severe headache, and expressed her resentment with her eyes.

It is the prerogative of girls to make awkward noise. In her previous life, Wei Yuanhe thought that an awkward girl was unreasonable, but at this moment, she began to enjoy this privilege to the fullest......

"Well," Goth sighed, reading her meaning from the girl's gaze, "it's me who is not good. I'll think more about your physical condition in the future, Miss Victoria. ”

The girl was happy in her heart, this was the first time she had enjoyed the title of eldest lady. How can we ...... if we continue to blackmail?

Phew. Even if Wei Yuanhe was a literary young man with a weak personality in the past, he was still a man, and if he continued to be so coquettish, he would definitely be punished by God!

So she made a magnanimous look: "No, no need to apologize. This is not your responsibility. I'm too lacking in exercise, Mr. Goth. ”

"I am impressed by your wisdom, Miss Victoria—indeed, if we learn some techniques to regulate our breathing and conserve our strength, even in your present state, it will not be the way it is." Let's say, now all you need to do is ......"

“……”

To deal with this kind of bastard is to use female privilege to squeeze him to the end, really. The girl thought as she rolled her eyes.

The headache that had just begun to lessen was also more intense......

……

Although the girl had heard that it was a small caravan, in fact, at a glance, there were more than a dozen horse-drawn carts. The merchants and their servants counted the goods, and the guards chatted with each other idlely.

Seeing that the girl's breathing gradually stabilized, Goth leaned into her ear: "Do you want to sit in a comfortable carriage, or on top of the cargo?" The latter can be a bit more bumpy. Of course, you can also choose to ride a horse or walk, but you don't have enough energy, and you ......."

"I don't know how to ride," said the girl, dissatisfied, "I just—" She was about to say, "Just sit on the roof of the wagon," when she suddenly changed her words, "I still feel very unwell, please give me a comfortable place to rest." She said seriously.

Even if I wanted to die and suffer the sin and asked to sit on the roof of a modest wagon, with your character, you would have invited me into the carriage. The girl thought to herself. On the contrary, I owe you a favor, so let's forget about pretending to be a gesture or something.

Moreover, my head still hurts......

Goth gave a "I see" smile. He trotted to a nearby bearded merchant—he looked like the leader of the caravan—and said something. The girl was very upset to see that the rat-headed uncle nodded with a "I understand" expression on his face, and then took a few gold coins from Goth's hand.

"All right," Goth returned to the maiden, "until we reach our destination, the carriage ......," he pointed to the most luxurious-looking red carriage in the caravan, "and we will go there." ”

"You're following?" The girl pursed her lips. In fact, she asked knowingly.

"Your memory hasn't been replied to yet, let you follow these ...... Not...... It's not good to wait for idle people. Goth said that it was difficult to find a name for the passers-by.

The girl forced a laugh. She gradually realized that Goth was still watching her. It's a pity that his head is still hurting, otherwise, it seems good to tease him a little.

Suddenly—

The girl heard a voice sound. It was a sweet and rich female voice, as if from afar. The girl instinctively thinks it's a call.

"Who...... Calling me? Just around? The girl found the voice appealing to her.

“…… What do you want me to do? Or—"

However, just when the girl wanted to follow the sound and find out-

"Victoria?"

Goth's voice interrupted the girl's thoughts. The girl was startled, and the strange sound disappeared, leaving only the noise of the crowd around.

"It's nothing, I just didn't get a good rest." I feel like I'm hallucinating," the girl said self-deprecatingly.

……

Soon after getting into the carriage, the caravan departed. The girl noticed that the carriage she was in was in the center of the caravan.

"This is the carriage of the caravan boss," replied Gort, who was sitting opposite, as if guessing what the girl was thinking, and only the two of them sat in the spacious carriage, "naturally in a conspicuous position." ”

"I see." The girl said. The red cushions under her were very soft, which somewhat eased the jolting of the carriage.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits?" Goth was keenly aware of something.

"I've had some headaches," the girl frowned, "and it's been like this since the morning. ”

Goth seemed to be lost in thought.

"Excuse me, ...... last night Was it a dream, Miss Victoria? After a while, he asked solemnly.

The girl was startled.

"Yes," she whispered, "I was dreaming. But I can't remember exactly what happened in the dream. ”

In fact, although all the details of the dream about Victoria Douglas's own memory were lost, she still remembered some of the rough ones herself, of course, and she did not dare to tell Goth.

Sure enough, Goth sighed slightly, "I see, Miss Victoria." I guess your memory is not completely gone. Perhaps, you dreamed about something you experienced, and the headache is a sign that your memory is about to return. ”

"I hope so." The girl prevaricated.

She looked through the openwork window and out of the carriage. Men and women guarded the caravan on horseback or on foot. The maiden stared at their gear. Previously, she had only seen such "ancient equipment" in movies and games: leather armor, swords, longbows, and bows and arrows.

The girl was once again in a trance.

She felt as if she had seen people in this way around a lot since she was a child...... An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart. All kinds of scenes are coming-

……

"Victoria?" Suddenly, she heard Goth yelling, "Victoria! ”

The girl woke up.

What just happened? The girl didn't know.

What do I see?

Thinking of a series of strange events in the morning, is it-

The memories of Victoria Douglas, who was occupied by herself, are slowly entering her mind?

I've never heard of this kind of thing - I've read a lot of time-traveling novels, and for the cross-crossing of the possession type, either the soul of the original owner will disappear completely, or the time-traveler will immediately inherit the memory of the original owner...... How could it take a few days to accept the truth of memory?

But the girl suddenly remembered the sly face of the bald alien: it can't be wrong, if it was the alien who had the extreme bad taste, he would definitely laugh and say "reality is not a time-traveling novel", and then began to explain in a very "academic" way the importance of gradually accepting the memories of the original owner. It's also possible......

Hawkers,Except for the headache,It's not harmful to yourself anyway.,The girl comforted herself.。 Maybe you'll be able to recall the genius mage Victoria Douglas's knowledge of spell casting? In this way, even if he can't compare to Goth, he is a small master.

Ending her thoughts, the girl smiled reluctantly at Goth.

"It's nothing," she said, "and it looks like I'm really not resting well." Let me close my eyes and rest for a moment, Mr. Goth. ”