In the halls of the manor, the flames were gradually extinguished.

The charred embers released a rich smell of burnt that permeated the room.

The once-glorious silver silk curtains were now engulfed in flames, leaving behind charred and broken remains.

When the heat receded, a faint cloud of smoke and dust spilled through the cracks in the walls.

Everything in the hall was baptized by fire, and even the sofa where Victor and Kevlar were sitting was only half off.

But Kevlar, however, sat elegantly folded on the broken couch as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps it was the long conversation that made her thirsty, she picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the fresh, slightly bitter tea.

Tea trickled down her throat and into her stomach, and she slowly put the mirror-smooth silver cup back on the table.

A drop of clear water slid down her jade-white neck and landed silently at the end of her collarbone.

"Hah!"

She took a deep breath, felt a brief moment of silence, then leaned back on the half-ruined couch and whispered:

"That's it, probably."

After telling Victor in front of him everything he wanted to know.

Kevlar's gaze lowered again, and he turned to Victor, who was deep in thought.

Her eyes were still full of mixed emotions, still in half-believing confusion.

Ah, what?

Is Victor really resurrected?

Does deduction 1 really work?

In fact, when the other party took out the blood-red life potion, plus Victor told the deal they had made.

Kevlar basically believed that the person in front of him was Victor.

Especially when he once again displayed that amazing magical power.

Kevlar can be absolutely sure that Victor is really back.

Except for Victor, no one could unleash such a powerful and violent magic in that instant.

Moreover, fifth-order mages,

In her mind, only Victor was able to reach this stage at such a young age.

Strength cannot be disguised in any way.

It's just that...... Her eyes looked at Victor, and she scrutinized Victor's handsome face.

At first, the reason why Kevlar didn't trust Victor very much had something to do with his face.

After all, if the other party is really Victor, it stands to reason that they won't look exactly the same.

Victor was twenty-nine years old when he left.

It's been more than ten years, and he should be a Benxi person no matter what he says now.

No matter how good his maintenance skills are, he won't be able to stay so young.

He's not a witcher.

Thinking of this, Kevlar felt even more itchy.

She had to find a chance to ask Victor what was going on and where he had gone all these years.

Why does his age look no different than when he left.

Only now.

Looking at Victor's contemplative state, Kevlar thought for a moment.

At this time, it's better not to bother him.

Victor folded his hands and chin propped up, immersed in his judgment of the current situation.

Just from Kevlar's mouth, he learned the general situation of the current empire.

He was right, the current timeline was ten years away.

The southern border of the empire was not held in the end.

The monster rift was completely enlarged by the group of goddesses, causing the south to eventually become the habitat of the demonic beasts and the believers invading the empire.

Hordes of human inhabitants fled from the south, migrated north, and established new lines of defense in the north.

The loss of the southern border led to the loss of large swaths of territory to the empire.

So the final result was not unexpected, the eldest prince who was in charge of guarding the border was given death by the empress public due to failure.

That alone means that the timeline fits back.

It's just interesting that in the monster habitat in the south, I don't know who built a magic tower.

The magic tower is very high, and it is the first to reach the sky.

Counting up the layers there, there were seventy layers, surrounded by countless monsters.

However, these monsters behave very abnormally:

Not only do they not attack humans, but on the contrary, if a human is attacked by that group of filthy believers, they will even take the initiative to help the human side.

The Empress herself visited the vicinity of the Magic Tower, trying to speak to the Tower Master and find out his true identity.

However, the whereabouts of the owner of this magic tower are extremely mysterious, and the empress finally failed to meet him as she wished.

Until now, no one has ever seen the owner of the magic tower.

Victor thought for a moment.

According to the plot he knew, ten years later, the empire was indeed invaded by monsters from the south, and the territory was greatly reduced.

This is also normal, after all, the Rayser family has been raided.

And the original plot boss, the final weapon created by the Rayser family, Sephiroth, was also destroyed by the Empress Aurelian.

The southern front lost vital supplies of weapons, and the monsters' power grew over time, eventually invading through the rifts.

However, Victor is surprised by the sudden arrival of the Magic Tower, which is not part of the original plot.

After thinking about it for a moment, Victor decided not to ask Kevlar for any more details.

If you have the chance, you should go and see for yourself.

He needed a hand, though.

Victor looked up at the broken window.

I just don't know if the signal he just released can be received by her.

……

Blesson.

Steaming turbine cars weave through the brick-paved streets.

The teleportation stone on the corner of the street glowed faintly.

The dense crowd was bustling, among them there were subhumans with cat ears, and elves with pointed ears and clear eyes,

But more often than not, it's humans who come and go in a hurry.

They looked at the glowing shop signs, bypassing the elven signboard clerks of those shops.

Dodging all kinds of shouting and shouting, they set off towards their respective destinations.

The faint blue light lit up the streets, but in the next second, the steam cars followed closely behind a group of steel carriages.

In Breston, which has also stepped into the advanced state-of-the-art, there are only some wealthy people who can ride in this retro car.

The City Guard stands at forks and corners of the streets, guarding the order of traffic and the stability of the city.

Most of them are subhumans with cat and dog ears.

Wearing a black uniform and a hat of the same color, he has a light posture.

Even if it seems to be unarmoured and unshielded, it can easily deal with all kinds of threats in the city.

However, just when everything seemed to be going smoothly and orderly, a strange aura suddenly permeated.

The elf clerks, who had been busy selling, suddenly stopped.

They all looked up at the blue sky.

His brow furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion and surprise.

Just now, there was a moment.

It seems to feel like it's hot?

……

The grasslands outside Blesson have undergone many changes and become greener.

The Clevina House has been renovated several times and has grown several times in size.

Although the exterior maintains a plain and deep décor, it almost resembles a small castle in terms of size.

The backyard of the mansion still retains its original appearance, and various elf houses are scattered.

Over a small hillside, the Yade Sacred Tree, which has endured ten years of wind and frost, still stands majestically on the top of the hill.

With the blowing breeze, the huge young leaves are swaying.

The servants in the Cravina Mansion have hardly changed.

It's just that their faces have more traces of time, and they also have a mature temperament.

Again, they are not the only ones who have passed ten years.

And in the study of the mansion, a woman sitting on a chair.

She was dressed in a black kaftan with a flowing black trench coat.

The breeze crept in through the open window, fiddling with the corners of the trench coat.

The woman did not deliberately dress up, and simple earrings became her only decoration.

Her countenance was natural, unadorned, and greeted the gentle breeze with a pure beauty.

Although the years seemed to flow through her, there was no trace of the passage on her face.

Instead, that kind of maturity and composure were revealed in her gentle breathing.

The skin is fair and firm, as if she is still a twenty-year-old girl, and the slight ruddy from under the skin adds to the grace.

Even without powder, she's beautiful enough to be intoxicating.

If she dresses up carefully, she will definitely charm more people.

However, this beautiful woman lacks expression on her face and the corners of her mouth are flat.

The eyes only reflected the dense text of the Chinese hand.

A gentle breeze playfully ruffled a strand of her hair, teasingly curling it up to her eyes.

She casually reached out her hand, the hand that wore the gloves set with six gems gently tugging her hair.

The six jewels on the back of his hand had ceased to shine, and five of them had faded.

Her right hand trembled slightly as she gently stroked her hair, and her indifferent gaze only glanced at the strand.

There was a lot of paleness mixed in the black hair.

But the woman didn't care much after just glancing at it, brushed her hair back behind her ear, picked up the pen, and continued to work on the paper in her hand.

Finally, she seemed a little impatient, sighed softly, spat out the words from her condensed voice, and looked at the white clouds in front of her:

"Kocot."

"Can you please stop shaking in front of me."