However, what Victor did not expect was that the reason why Altluchi looked for him was not because of Aozaki Touko. It was because I received an invitation letter from afar. A letter... An invitation letter from Europe. …… "What did you say?" In the room where Arteluci lived, Victor was stunned when he heard her words. "You said that Lord White Wing suddenly invited you to Berlin to discuss important matters?" "Yes." Artluqi handed the letter to Victor with a look of disapproval, and said faintly: "I didn't plan to pull it, but I always think it's better to ask you, um... take your opinion as a reference." "References...opinions?"
Victor was even more confused. He took the letter numbly. Sure enough, the handwriting on it was written by the White Winged Prince Tefanm Ottenroche. What the hell are you... A spark exploded in Victor's mind, and he suddenly ran to the side of the room, picked up the front desk phone and dialed it to ask the current time. "Hello, sir. What is the date? Year or month? Oh, it is August 64, 1989, Heisei 1. Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" August 17th…early autumn. Victor slowly closed his eyes and put the phone down. The time when I traveled through time was early September. In other words, if this is a simulation or a parallel world, then it's fine. But if it's not... But...how could it not be? Right? The copy is a simulation, it just uses a past template to make it appear more real. absolute. Chapter 58: Mysterious Leak Victor never thought about it. He knew that there were other unrelated worlds in the random copy, such as O, and the Night of the Sorcerer. Due to his lack of impression, he habitually thought that it was a copy from a parallel world. Even if the time was wrong and it came from the past, Victor did not find it strange. But at this damn moment, Artluci received an invitation from the White Wing Prince to go to Berlin, which made him pay attention. After all, this invitation was the beginning of him being bitten and becoming a Dead Apostle. It is the origin of everything. Yes……
...is the direction of the world he lives in. …… "Victor? Victor?!" "Ok?" Victor was slightly stunned, and then he woke up from his daze, and saw Altluchi looking at him with dissatisfaction: "What's the matter? You have been distracted since just now." "Uh, nothing." Victor shook his head: "I was just thinking about why the White Winged Duke did this." "Why think about that? I'm not planning to go anyway." "…I still have to go there." Victor sighed and said helplessly: "For the White Wing Princess to invite us, there must be something big going on." "By the way, did you just call me Victor?" "Huh? That's a weird question, what else?" "What about... Brad? Do you remember him?" Victor asked cautiously. "...Are you okay? Did your brain get damaged after going out?" Artluki looked at Victor, with doubt flashing in her red eyes: "Of course I remember, Brad was not killed by you..." As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent. Victor looked at Altluchi like this and suddenly felt relieved. Yes, there is an extremely unreasonable thing in this world, that is, Altluchi has no memory outside of the copy. In other words, Artelucci herself did not remember that she had accepted the invitation of the White Winged Prince, nor did she forget the unfortunate course of events. However, her acquaintance with Victor happened because of this invitation. This creates a weird cycle. If this history had never happened, then Artluchi should not have known Victor, and the person by her side should have been Brad, and she should not have taken it for granted that Brad had been killed by you. Artluqi was not stupid, so at that moment, she realized the irrationality and disorganization of her memory. However, just when she was lost in thought again, the influence from somewhere came into play again, causing her to subconsciously ignore this thought. Never mind, it's not an important question. Altuluchi thought so. It really is just like a dream. Victor watched as Artelucci went from thinking seriously to relaxing, and finally as if nothing had happened, and concluded with relief in his heart. Only the so-called dreams can make people ignore all the unreasonable things.
In this copy world, except for him, who has been having a "lucid dream", everyone else seems to be affected by this copy. Then it'll be fine. Victor smiled. As long as the things in the copy were not true, everything would be fine. With this idea in mind, Victor diligently analyzed to Arteluch the White Wing Prince's current disadvantages, status, etc., and then listened to Arteluch's gloating. Finally, he frowned and reluctantly agreed to go and see after this incident was over. After resolving all this, Victor returned to the Jiuyuan Temple Residence. The two people had not come back yet. Then, he was bored and began to think about the problem of the copy mechanism again. As he was thinking, he actually fell asleep. He seemed to have a dream, dreaming of the world of the previous copy. …… Waves hit the shore, and the small waves, influenced by the wind, play the music called the sea. A figure who looked like a young boy was sitting on a tree by the shore, holding leaves and blowing them to follow the music. After a long time, when the song ended, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance at the sea, staring for a long time. Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he jumped down from the tree and walked quickly in another direction. In front of the lonely grave, the pink-haired girl was replacing the dried bouquets from previous years when she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and looked at the other person: "It seems that you have made plans." "Oh, I've decided." “I still want to travel.” “…It should be so.” Although she had expected this, the girl was still silent for a while after hearing the answer. Suddenly she chuckled and said, “The atmosphere of this country and this heaviness are incompatible with you.” "It has nothing to do with that." The boy shook his head and glanced at the monumentless protrusion: "It's just that I have lost two friends in this place. If I stay here, I am afraid I will lose the courage to fight." "Then go ahead. Beidou's ship is still at the port. We can still make it now." The girl patted his shoulder softly and said softly, "Don't worry about us. Goro won't object. We have come to Haigi Island for so many years. He won't and can't kill us all." So are you going to stick with it? These words lingered in his mouth but he never said them out loud. He looked at the girl's back as she stared at the distant sea line and took a deep breath. "Take care, write me when you need me, and I'll be back." "Yes." A gentle voice sounded, and the girl turned her head firmly and smiled: "Take care of yourself too. By the way, this is for you." "what?" "Victor's Eye of God." …… Since it's mine, give it back to me!
What does it mean to give Manye? Victor scratched his head with a headache and checked the time. Wow, he had only slept for less than an hour. what is this. Victor sighed. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night? He had to admit that the most important reason why he was worried about whether the copy was real was that he had done so badly in the previous copy. Since he went there with the idea of completing the game, many of his decisions were based on the fact that this was a game. Just like in Red Dead Redemption, people who play the game may commit massacres and do all kinds of evil at will, but what if they really traveled to the past? If the people inside are not data, then... Victor closed his eyes gently, feeling quite helpless. I am still not cold enough. The sounds of conversation and scolding were heard downstairs. Victor went downstairs and sure enough, Kuonji Arizuma and Aozaki Aoko had returned. The former was making a cup of black tea and calmly scolding Aozaki Aoko, while the latter was like an elementary school student who had made a mistake. He would occasionally puff up his chest in dissatisfaction, raise his head, look at the calm eyes of Kuonji Arizuma, and then lower his head helplessly. "What's wrong? What happened?" Victor was amused to see Aozaki Aoko like this. You know, he rarely saw Aozaki Aoko like this. Most of the time, Aozaki Aoko herself was extremely arrogant and careless. "Nothing, it's just that I decided to let her handle it alone this time, and she was accidentally seen while cleaning up the magician." Kuonji Yuju's voice was quite calm, but Victor always felt that only a person could feel the strong low pressure. "Oh, it's a bad start, our Miss Qingzi." Victor took the cup of black tea and sat aside slowly. "That's easy. Let Aozaki Aoko investigate and then deal with it." It seems that the plot has already begun. Victor squinted his eyes and blew a breath of hot air comfortably. He had to admit that the tea brewed by Youzhu from Jiuyuan Temple was quite good. "Anyway, it's almost time for me to move on to the next class. It's just in time." "Huh? What class?" Kuonji Yuju glanced sideways. "Clear the witnesses." Victor smiled and said calmly: "And, a sufficiently cold heart." "I'm cold-blooded enough, okay?" Aozaki Aoko was dissatisfied and said, "Ha, don't worry, leave this matter to me!"
Having said that, she stood up angrily and went upstairs as if she was looked down upon. Although her attitude seemed unconvinced, Victor still caught a glimpse of her innocent look as if she had survived a disaster. Obviously, she just wanted to quickly escape from the angry Kuonji Arizuma. Indeed, Youzhu's low pressure, silence and stagnant calmness are more oppressive than scolding. "Killing shouldn't be difficult for her." After Aozaki Aoko left, Kuonji Yuju said quietly. After all, although most of the wild magicians and invaders could be cleared by just driving them away, in the two years of training, there were at least a dozen magicians who died at her and Youzhu's hands, if not dozens.