Chapter 106. Messy
Char used to be an extremely pure person.
To what extent was she pure?
In the first round, he ended the game as a virgin. After that, until the crusade against Zin'rokh and becoming The public enemy of the human race with Ortlinde in his arms, he only had Ksenja. If not for the fallen Valkyrie's fancy flirting, he might have had a single female lead for the entire round.
Then, in the second and third rounds, he even felt a little apologetic toward Ortlinfr. An apology from the first round, even if the throne was broken by the silly Laurentia.
If it was not for the fourth reincarnation, when he pushed open the door and saw the wife's cold and guarded eyes, which deeply hurt him, Char would not have suddenly realized...
'Oh, this is a f*cking game that can restart. Char, are you an idiot?'
However, even so, before the eleventh round, he was still a pure young man who felt guilty about opening a harem. The subsequent rounds did not even change the order of the targets.
Then, he went crazy.
Since he could not get out and was trapped in this stupid game, he could do whatever he wanted.
However, after a period of madness, he recovered.
She probably felt that it was not a good idea to continue giving up on herself. The world was so big, and she should go and see more.
As a result, he had a bunch of precious passerby on his journey.
Hilda was one of them, and a relatively important passer-by at that.
Elven players from Andaheim would meet HIlda for the first time in the level 30 quest line in the swamp of corpses, but it would be difficult to get to know him. By then, Orivande would still be in the Astan City, and she would only be an ordinary forest witch.
After a series of corruption and degeneration, Hilda would fall into the abyss after this meditation and become a Dark Witch, walking between order and the abyss.
It was then that Char launched his strategy, and everything fell into place. The witch's cabin became his most frequent stop when he passed through the swamp, and Hidla was like his lover.
Of course, there were also things that he could not care about.
The emotions revealed in Hilda's words were a series that Char could not remember clearly. He could only remember that it was a two-digit number, between 70 and 80.
He had just returned from Aurania before heading to Zin'rokh's lair. He had brought back a bone specimen of an Ice Dragon so that she could refine a level 75 Blood Dragon for self-protection. After that, he had gone to Memphis alone and found Ortlinde, who was training there. Together, they searched for the holy sword, and finally, he had entered the lair alone.
He roughly remembered this, but he couldn't put the numbers together.
Interestingly, she recalled most of her memories in that short moment, extending from the start of the game to the 19th year when Char killed Zin'rokh, and the world restarted.
'Let's call her Hilda #75.'
However, her memories did not include this meditation, nor did they include the experience she had with Zena when she was young.
The situation was very strange. It was as if the experience that was playing out in the meditation space was a blank. The elf Hilda was about to experience it but was interrupted by the witch Hilda.
Then, because she saw Char, she recovered all of Hilda's memories for 75 rounds, except for this one.
Char suddenly had a strange thought.
She was like a container, holding this memory, and the only gap was the part that was about to play out.
If the witch Hilda had not interrupted them, and everything had gone smoothly, what would have happened?
Char had no time to care about that, as there was another problem that she had to deal with. He only hated that he could not contact Zin'rokh and block this part as well.
Evelyn's eyes grew sharper. Hilda, on the other hand, remained calm despite being stared at by her. She even seemed to be provoking her.
'I can sit on his lap like this, can you?'
Such an headache
At this moment, the witch Hilda woke up.
She coughed twice and staggered up from her chair.
"Char?"
Hilda saw Hilda #75 sitting on Char's lap with a strange expression.
However, this was far less strange than her words.
"Are you really...? You won't even let me off when I was young?"
What was the meaning of this?
Char stood up immediately.
This familiar bantering tone, this unpretentious familiarity
'Don't tell me you'll also run away...'
"Have I ever asked you to make the [Dragon Strength Potion]?" He asked again.
"No, I can't believe you're still going to use that. Don't we usually use the [Power of Thorns Potion]?" Hilda the witch raised her eyebrows and hugged him naturally. "You said that you learned something new from a Dark Elf. Have you forgotten?"
Probably Hilda #65.
No...
'That's not right.'
Char smacked his forehead.
This time, Evelyn also noticed that something was wrong. She put aside her other thoughts for the time being and stepped forward to grab the witch Hilda's hand.
"Do you still remember me?"
Hilda's eyes were initially filled with disdain, but soon, her expression changed.
She recognized Evelyn. The woman who had occupied her hot spring a few minutes ago.
The witch's body trembled slightly, as if two memories were entangled in her mind. She took half a step back, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were clear again.
"I felt like I was about to do something."
The witch Hilda shook her head.
"I remember you two... We used the [Mind Connection Potion], but I also remember the potions after that." She stared at Char and said, "United with the Holy Kingdom to fight against the abyss. The elven court is in turmoil. In the next ten years, did something happen to our Pixiu? "
"You don't believe that it's true?" Char asked.
He stepped forward and grabbed Hilda's hand.
Hilda struggled free and moved her body away.
That was good too.
Her reaction convinced Char that she had only suddenly obtained Hilda #65's memories and did not become that person in an instant.
In other words, she was still the 178th cycle Hilda, even if she recalled something.
"It's hard to explain this matter clearly."
Char found a place to sit down, and Hilda #75 leaned over and sat in his arms.
On the angel's face, the originally clear eyes flashed with intense love, exactly the same as the lover in his memory.
Char smiled helplessly and held her hand. Then, he sighed and tried to start the conversation in a gentle tone.
whether you believe in reincarnation or not, please treat it as an inevitable phenomenon, and believe that what I'm going to say next is not nonsense. On this basis, this story makes sense."
"Then, the story begins..."
In the dungeon.
More than half of the 176 Hilda were dead or injured, and most of them were lying on the ground, dying.
The sun shone directly on the blood on the ground, and it was coated with a layer of gold. The sweet smell of blood spread out.
The blade of the knife in Zena's hand had already curled up, and her appearance was completely different from before.
His originally slender fingers swelled, and sharp black claws grew out of their tips. Her fair skin became paler and paler, and the black mist that originally started from the tip of her finger climbed all over her body, like a black, constantly wriggling magic pattern.
The elf's eyes were bloodshot, and red lines extended from the corners of his eyes, taking up half of his face.
If Char was here, she would definitely recognize Griva Orson as a Dark Elf.
It had only been half an hour since she came in. The two guards outside woke up and rushed back. They were dumbfounded when they saw the hellish scene. Before the two of them could turn around and escape, sharp claws reached out from their chests.
"No one can leave this place."
Zena stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked the blood on her claws.
She walked toward the Hilda that were still struggling on the ground.
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