As Mephistopheles descended the stairs, Cooin was sitting at the table enjoying his dinner, and Baloo stood with a solemn expression, like a statue in an ancient temple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We've got guests coming!"

The mage put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the devil walking slowly with a smile, his wrinkled eyes full of fear and vigilance.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

Mephistopheles asked curiously, as he looked at the mage, and then at the ranger with his right hand on his waist, wary of his sudden attack.

"Surprised?" the mage chuckled, "Isn't it natural to have a guest visit?"

"Even if this guest suddenly appears in your home?"

"Of course, how to get in is the freedom of the guests. Kuin nodded with a complacent expression, and said pointedly, "But I want to correct you a little, this is not my home, but my mage tower." ”

"You're threatening me?"

The devil raised an eyebrow, and the eyes that looked at the mage were a little colder.

"No, it's just a fact. ”

Kuin looked at the devil indifferently, the calmness that flowed from the bottom of his heart, telling his confidence in his own strength all the time.

Tilting his head, the devil's cheeks appeared with pitch-black magic lines, and the lines gathered together, detached from Mephistopheles's cheeks, turned into a fiery snake, and pounced on the mage sitting quietly at the table.

"Smack-"

The light purple halo and the fiery serpent annihilated each other in the air, and there was a purple halo in the mage's eyes that had not yet faded.

"When did he fight back?" Mephistopheles wondered, "Before or after, or with me?"

Whatever kind of speculation seems to hold up, because in the devil's memory, all three may have existed at the same time.

Meantime?

This sense of time distortion gave Mephistopheles a bit of a headache.

As the Ancestor Devil, born with a golden life, he didn't believe that anyone could modify his memories silently, let alone the mage in front of him, even Io.

If there are no errors in memory, then it proves that all three situations really exist at the same time.

How can a Legendary-ranked mage interfere with the enemy's timeline?

This joke is not funny at all.

"Since you don't control time......"

"Prophecy?"

Mephistopheles looked tentatively at the mage not far in front of him.

Cooin nodded, acknowledging the devil's guess......

Shortly after Mephistopheles went downstairs, both he and the mage judged that it would be a few days before Allen came to his senses, woke up.

When Alan woke up, he did not get up in a hurry, but lay on the bed for a long time.

Memories are a bit cluttered and blank, especially those before falling asleep, which are intermittent and difficult to sort out.

At this point, the only thing Alan knows is: it's good to be awake.

He didn't expect to wake up.

In his sleep, he was in a dark environment.

There were countless little hands around him soothing him, just like his mother who died young.

Is it water?

Yes, yourself in the depths of the sea.

He didn't know why he was so sure, just as he didn't understand how he knew the name of the sea was "Ririora".

Sad?

Alan asked, and Ririura responded.

It's a heart-to-heart exchange, not bound by words and gestures.

Is it because of the pain?

Alan can empathize.

I'm going to help him!

Determined, Alan began to rush from the bottom of the sea to the surface, he was originally part of the water, and now he was about to get out of it.

"Who is she?"

Allen, who rushed out of the water, looked at the woman in front of him and asked, it was a very sexy and beautiful goddess, the young man had never seen such a moving woman, he felt that he was in love, until he realized that it was not dark green hair flying in the air, but long snakes with angry eyes.

Medusa.

This was the answer that Rirelora gave him, and with it was another name, Bergasus.

Her name was Medusa, so who was Belgasus?

How could it be me, my name is Alan.

The young man told Ririura his name, with a clean and kind smile on his face.

His smile quickly froze, though, as he found himself holding a trident in his hand.

When was this?

Before Riricola could respond, the snake spear pierced Ellen's throat, and the boy subconsciously swung his halberd to block, as if he had spent a long time using the weapon in his hand.

The snake spear and the round shield struck like a storm, which made Eren breathless at all.

The young man remembered the storm of that day, and he was just as helpless in the forest.

The long battle time has allowed Eren to make great progress, but he is still no match for the snake girl, and in the battle with the opponent, the boy feels like he is drifting on a boat on the stormy waters, and he may capsize at any moment.

In the end, Alan woke up, and the moment before he died under the Medusa snake spear, he returned, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Now, he finally figured out that he was in bed, but it was not the same as the one he had slept in before.

The bed had a bed frame, supported by four tall carved pillars, and the mattress was a silk quilt so that the boy would not be exposed to the wind chill on a rainy night.

On the top of the bed is a light blue canopy to keep mosquitoes out, tied by belts on both sides.

Alan looked out and saw a spacious room with stone walls and wooden floors.

Through the three high windows, he could see the field outside, bare and russet, glowing with mud in the light of the stars.

This room must have been very high above the floor, because from the window, you could see the low figure of the jungle in the distance.

Alan got up and found himself dressed in silk, like he had imagined his lord.

On a chair beside the bed, he had been set up with a pair of leather boots and a taupe cloak, and not far from the cloak lay a walking stick made of oak, whose owner had apparently taken his injured ankle into account.

Alan dressed everything and sat calmly and sluggishly for a moment before slowly standing up and reaching for his cane.

As soon as he raised his hand, the tingling sensation made the boy retract his hand, and he looked at his wrist, where two inverted triangular wounds were slowly emerging.

"This ...... It's not a dream......"

The boy muttered in some horror that he remembered the wound he had accidentally been bitten by a viper in her hair during his fight with Medusa.

The injuries he received in the dream would actually be restored to his own body, such a strange thing was obviously beyond the boy's cognition.

What frightened him even more was that Medusa's snake hair was poisonous, and if he was bitten by the poisonous snake above, even the powerful body in his dream would be dizzy and depressed, not to mention the body that had just stepped into bronze.