The news that Bartomero was going to leave the game did not cause much emotional fluctuation in Victor. After all, this was a foreseeable fact. Thinking of this, he turned his head and said simply: "My main focus recently may not be here. When my consciousness is switched, I may not be able to perceive what is happening here. I will have to pay more attention to you, Your Highness." "If anything goes wrong, wake me up immediately." "Leave tomorrow and prepare to return to Cornwall." "As for Mei Lian, go find him before you leave and remind him to avoid meeting other members of the Burial Agency as much as possible." "Although the specific content may not be spread, the fact that he participated in the Dead Apostles Resolution cannot be concealed. The church can no longer trust him." "Oh, it's better to say that there was no trust in the first place. Now, just in case, maybe we should get rid of him in advance." "Huh? What are you going to do?" Artelluqi was stunned: "No, the war is about to begin, at such a critical juncture..."
"War cannot be started or ended in a day or two, Your Highness." Hearing this, Victor chuckled and explained, "War is very long. Even a duel involving high-level forces is quite long." High-level forces must exercise restraint, and a tug-of-war to attenuate each other is the essence of war. Throwing nuclear bombs at each other right away will only accelerate the destruction of the world. In the final analysis, whether it is a war between humans, alien species, or even gods from other worlds, it is ultimately a fight for the consumption of manpower and resources. Strength is not the real factor that determines victory or defeat, unless it is a crushing victory! "Remember, Your Highness." "Our purpose is to use war, not to fight for war, so..." Victor finally nodded to Altluqi's head and chuckled, "Our biggest taboo is..." "The net is broken and the fish is dead." Unless there is an irreconcilable conflict, such as between the Church and the Dead Apostles, war is a means for both sides to seize the benefits they want. "But at this time..." Before Artluci could say something, she saw Victor casually take out the copper coin that he had been particularly fond of recently and toss it up. "I will not be in danger this time when I go to the Far East." "I will not be in danger this time when I go to the Far East." He described it twice and let the coin drop into his hand with a snap. The flower was facing upwards, just as he had expected. "Very good." Victor nodded with satisfaction. Artluqi immediately shut her mouth speechlessly.
He is so superstitious, what else can she say? “Haha, divination is still very useful.” Victor looked at the other party’s speechless expression and chuckled: “Don’t worry, I have also predicted the outcome of the war. Although it is a little vague and the situation has changed a lot, but overall…” "Stupid tape!" Victor said something in Japanese, suddenly patted Altluchi's head, and ran out before the other party could react. All that was left was a confused look on Altluchi's face, which was in a daze. …… The Magic Association's mobilization was actually quite quick, but no matter how quick it was, it still took a long time for the magicians to prepare adequately, mobilize supplies, and rush to the battlefield. The same goes for the Dead Apostles. In fact, gathering the Dead Apostles is more troublesome than gathering the Magicians. However, these are not what Victor needs to consider. Sometimes, he also needs to train Altluchi's abilities. "The curse must be lifted as soon as possible." A week later, Artelucci had already set off with Victor's real body back to Cornwall. Victor, who had practiced thoroughly and had achieved the state where he could appear in front of all the ancestors with a puppet without making any mistakes, sat in the first-class cabin of the plane, holding the copper coin, closing his eyes and resting, thinking: "Otherwise, my combat effectiveness is still too limited." "The ghost fleet that was originally used in the war can no longer be used for the time being." Victor, who had only the ships left in the ghost fleet because he had defeated the Never Return, sighed slightly: "In this war, maybe there will be a chance to replenish the souls of this inherent barrier?" Victor didn't care much about the combat effectiveness of the ghost itself. To him, the biggest function of the inherent barrier left to him by Brad was to allow him to master the inherent barrier in advance, so that he could allow the distortion of "Mystery Greater than 4" to erode reality at any time, making it easier for him to release magic. When necessary, he could also counter other people's inherent barriers. Well... the sea is a top magic workshop for him, a water magician. Beyond that, there’s Beowulf. Victor did not intend to let it participate in the war between humans and the Dead Apostles. At least, I can't let my puppet participate before its true identity is revealed...Speaking of which, how on earth does the system plan to transport Beowulf to me? If I let it come to me on its own, will it pass me by? Moreover, if the copy I am in is actually the world I am in, then am I losing money by spending money to extract Beowulf? Victor blinked, and suddenly realized this very serious question. With such doubts, Victor arrived at his destination, a city next to Misaki City, the bustling Arisaka Airport. He walked through the crowded crowd and entered this familiar yet unfamiliar city. Unexpected-- "Hey, you're so slow, Victor, huh? Why haven't I seen you for a while? Where's your mask?" A clear young boy's voice sounded beside his ears. Victor looked up in surprise and saw Beowulf standing on the roadside not far away. It is like a drop of water falling into a quiet lake, or as if a person passes through the ripples on the mirror and is suddenly intertwined with a dream. In an instant, it was as if two selves in two different worlds suddenly overlapped, and a mysterious feeling awakened in his heart, and Victor suddenly realized - and laughed.
I have been wondering in what form Beowulf would be brought to me by the system. The result... is no need for luck at all. Because I never left. …… It is hard to say whether the self in the copy is a projection of power created by the system, or a distortion of the cause and effect between the future and the present. The puppet overlapped with reality, and Beowulf followed Victor happily - Victor thought of that question again, did he spend his money in vain and buy a familiar that should have followed him? Well, not necessarily. Victor thought about it and found it difficult to determine whether this so-called copy was due to his good luck and he was randomly transferred to his own world, or because the copy itself rewrote the so-called Akashic Record after he successfully passed it. Is it that cause and effect are supposed to be like this, and am I just being led along this path by fate, or is it because of the copy and myself that the direction of the world has been changed by myself? The latter is more likely, Victor thought. After all, didn’t Mr. Jewel say that his future was chaotic? It's more or less a certification of being a celebrity. So, my system is pretty cool. At least it’s higher than the root level. "Aren't we leaving? Why are we going back?" Beowulf is very energetic. He jumps around like a child and asks as many questions as a child. "Of course it's because something else suddenly happened." Victor didn't care and said casually: "Did I tell you where I was going?" "Hmm? What's your question?" Beowulf was immediately confused. "Didn't we say we were going to the Clock Tower? Frankly speaking, it's not that fun there." "Ah." Hearing this, Victor nodded, feeling relieved. Assume that the two worlds are really on different branches. So, that is to say, if I hadn't suddenly changed my schedule, Beowulf would have been taken to the Clock Tower by myself in another world, or in the copy world, until my trajectory overlapped with my trajectory in the copy world, and then... Everything will become a reality. It’s quite interesting, but I don’t know if it’s the same for all copies, or...only for copies in the Type-Moon world? Victor continued to think until he arrived at the familiar gate. "Long time no see, everyone!" He walked through the yard and pushed open the door of the mansion, as if he had returned to his own home. Aozaki Aoko, who was looking at something in front of the sofa with a burning fire, was slightly stunned, and then said unhappily: "Huh? What are you talking about? You just left less than a week ago, hey, why are you back again?" "Did you leave something behind?" Aozaki Aoko was carefree and quickly became what I remembered her to be.
Although Victor had only been gone for about a week for everyone, Victor smiled and looked at Youzhu who was reading quietly in the corner. For him, it has been nearly two months since the end of the copy. The latter quietly raised his head, and his eyes, as deep as black holes, met Victor's gaze. After a moment of daze, he said calmly and thoughtfully: "Well, long time no see, Victor." Talk about the bounty. People always have to have some dreams. I looked at the rewards for the books recommended at the same time and found that the books that are much more popular than mine only owe ten chapters a month at most. I felt relieved and uploaded the template. (The book is really good. I stayed up late to read it yesterday and didn’t write any words...) I hope to get some monthly tickets, which I can regard as a long-term incentive - while earning monthly tickets, I can use my achievements to give myself a boost. 100 monthly tickets = 2000 recommendation tickets = 1 rewards = 100 blades = words plus. It will be cleared once a month, with additional updates in the second month, and cleared in advance from time to time. In terms of word count, one of my chapters has 4,000 words, and I'm used to this split, so every two times I reach the target = one update. Finally: read rationally and consume appropriately. Your reading is the greatest support to me, thank you. 108. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to come visit Fuyuki. "It's really hard to see you without the mask, but you look pretty handsome." In front of the warm fireplace, Aozaki Aoko looked Victor up and down curiously, while Kuonji Arizuma quietly held the black tea and sipped it. "I have always been handsome, but you just don't have eyes that are good at discovering handsomeness." "Stop talking nonsense. You want to use the spirit vein, right? And what do you want to do this time?" Aozaki Aoko said unhappily, "Do you know how long the old man grabbed my ears and scolded me after you left - because of those weird experiments you did." "He still dares to pull your ears now?" Victor blinked and said speechlessly: "Are you kidding me? Now you are the magician——" "Well, that's right." It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. As soon as the word "magician" was mentioned, Aozaki Aoko scratched her head and said, "But no matter what, he is my grandfather, and..." "It's true that only after becoming a magician, you will know what kind of hell it is..." You've only been a magician for a few days... and already hell... Victor found it funny, and then he heard Kuonji Yuju, who was drinking tea nearby, speak softly: "Do you know what it's like to live with a magician who can't control his magic at all?" "A few days ago, she was so hungry that she wanted to borrow money to skip the cooking process of Kusajuro, but... " "Hey! Yuju!" "The result?" Victor was slightly stunned, and suddenly thought of the "destruction" that Aozaki Aoko was best at in the future. A bad guess inexplicably emerged in his mind - "Will it explode?!" Aozaki Aoko: "..."
"What? I fixed it for you!" Angered by her best friend's exposure of her dark history, Aozaki Aoko immediately put her hands on her hips and said dissatisfiedly, "I owed a lot of foreign debts just to fix it for you to be perfect!" "Yes." Jiuyuan Temple Yuzhu said faintly: "In order to repair a kitchen, you blew up the fireplace and the living room..." "Stop, stop, stop!" Aozaki Aoko said helplessly: "Just tell me whether it was fixed in the end or not?!" "..." Jiuyuanji Youzhu stopped talking, but for some reason, Victor seemed to see the word bitterness on her face.