Roland silently thought about it and made sure that he was not mistaken—at that time, the high-level devil stood on the high platform, guiding the two promoters to fight each other, the white veil flying on its body and the red mist sky pool rolling under its feet showed a sharp contrast, and the eyeball on the top of his head was even more dazzling and bright, such a picture of the scene, as long as he closed his eyes slightly, he could immediately come to mind.

However, after excluding this biggest difference, there are some similarities in other places, and Roland can't help but have a strong curiosity about this devilish martial artist named "Wakiris".

When it was his turn to shake hands, he didn't finish the process as before, but stopped by the bed.

"You're also a resident of the Tube Building?"

The others were already preparing to go to the next ward, and they couldn't help but be slightly stunned when they heard this.

Vakiris, on the other hand, looked indifferent, as if she was thinking about how to answer, before shaking her head after a moment.

Also, the female devil in the memory fragment should be much older than the one devoured by Jieluo, and it should not be possible to become a prisoner of the soul battlefield.

"Do you have any siblings, who look like you?" Roland pointed to his forehead, "Say there's an extra eye here?"

There was some commotion in the crowd, and the town guard coughed lightly, "Mr. Roland." ”

"Right now," Roland waved his hand, "I just think she's somehow like someone I used to know." ”

The other party opened his mouth expressionlessly, "No." ”

"How could it be, I've never seen a man from the Kagaard Peninsula who has three eyes," someone muttered quietly, "three fingers is not a lot." ”

"Okay......" Roland suddenly said coldly with the idea of giving it a final try, "Charita!"

And the other party's eyes were unwavering, as if he was stupid alone.

If Vakiriss were a devil from the other side of the memory fragment, she would have reacted to hearing this devilish language.

It seems that it just looks like it.

Roland shrugged and stretched out his right hand, "I hope you can get better soon, return to the guild, and fight side by side with everyone against erosion." ”

She hesitated visibly before slowly reaching out.

The moment the two hands clasped together, Roland couldn't help but say "huh".

The town guard asked, "What's wrong?"

"Her hands are so cold...... And it's also a little wet. ”

Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing, and in the deliberately suppressed laughter, Roland also heard a few dissatisfied whispers.

"Frivolous. ”

"How could the old school choose such a person?"

"Alright, well, the patient needs to rest, please visit the next wounded," the doctor shook his head helplessly, "It's really ......"

Roland shrugged, as the creator of the dream world, he didn't care much about what these people thought, but since he couldn't ask anything, there was no point in staying here. One last glance at Vakiris, he turned and left the room.

......

After the door was closed, Vakiris's violent emotions could not be calmed down.

In this short quarter of an hour, almost the most upheaval of its life, it never imagined that it would one day need to burst out with all its concentration just to keep the expression on its face fixed—and just doing so would have drained most of its spirit.

As the human stepped out of the crowd, Vakiriss felt her blood congealed. It would never forget this figure, and in the memory of the Silent Calamity, it was this person who stood opposite the Legacy Shard, indifferently watching the round-up as Silence sank into the tentacles.

It was not a simple spectator, the king's memory reading could make everyone who received it empathize, so the panic and consternation of the Silent Maharaja at that time also affected it to a certain extent. It is this kind of personal perception that makes it correspond to the other party's figure with the image in memory for the first time.

The previous conjectures were all overturned, and even if it was reluctant, it had to take into account the third possibility - the tremors of the consciousness did not derail it, and it did not find the wrong source of the fluctuations in the first place, this is indeed a realm carved out by mortal males, and the other party is the owner of this place.

If it encounters this human in the real world, it will only be stunned for a moment at most, and then it will use all its power to kill it - like some of the promoted, it also has the power to slay demons, regardless of whether the opponent's magic level can really reach such a level, as long as it dies.

But in the realm of consciousness, this rule is not universal, at least according to the king, no one can defeat it in its holy seat. Knowing everything, immortal and immortal, it is basically not much different from the legendary gods. Even if the king might exaggerate, he would not dare to try it now.

Vakiris knew very well that it was not the worst case scenario for him to die here, and if the other party also had the ability to claim memories like the king, everything he knew would inevitably bring great disadvantage to the race.

In the face of such an opponent, it must be extremely cautious.

Fortunately, the third possibility is still not conclusive, such as that he seems to be testing his own identity, rather than being as perceptive as Wang does. Vakiriss was vaguely aware that the other party might have seen it somewhere—and although it wasn't clear why, his words and actions showed that he had an impression of himself.

And nine times out of ten, it's in another world.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask for something like the Third Eye, which was originally located in the center of Vakiris's forehead, the same Phase-Stone it had obtained when it had been promoted for the third time.

There is also the phrase Charita, which means "hero" in the ancient language of the ethnic group.

It stretched out its palms and looked at it silently for a moment, recalling the moment it touched each other in its mind.

That "huh" almost made it breathe on the spot, but fortunately, it was still hidden in the end. Having not forgotten what she was trying to do with the other party, this sudden meeting was both a challenge and an opportunity – it took almost no effort to find the key person on the human side. As a male, he has the opportunity to touch the Legacy Fragment, and can also force the disaster of silence in the confrontation of consciousness, there is no doubt that the other party has a lot of information that the race does not know, and it must not avoid this risk.

Just as the king created the Holy Seat to better control his subordinates, if this place was really opened up by mortal males, then there must be some kind of plan. Judging from the words "demon fallen", "front", and "against erosion", it is full of conspiracy, and it must be clarified what kind of trickery the other side is planning in the realm of consciousness.

For example, the general meeting mentioned by the doctor may be a good channel.

Thinking of this, Vakiris clenched his fists hard.

Rowland...... Really?

I remember the name!