Capítulo 1199: Chapter 100: In the Na of God and Justice (Part 1)
But he could only see the flas in the rift, unable to notice the colorful bubbles slowly wriggling on the Mithril chain buried deep in the flas for thousands of years, like the wine sedints at a feast.
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At four-thirty in the afternoon, Seviss was idly wandering the streets.
Jago has beco quite busy now. Although he looks almost the sa as before, the Ranger knows her old friend is no longer the sa. Jago used to be very straightforward, without so many twists and turns in his mind; he’d rather spend ti maintaining his guns than doing paperwork. In his words, it was “a waste of life in the na of God.”
Why is Jago now proactively attending etings?
She didn’t want to think deeply about it, yet she forced herself to struggle through the resistance to attempt to recall. Blurry fragnts leaped out in her mind, each ti like a dagger piercing her skull with intense pain. There’s sothing Seviss had been hiding from everyone. After the accident in Yinmu City, she occasionally recalls so “strange” mories when her head aches. These mories are vivid but unable to imrse herself, like watching the lives of others on TV or in movies.
“Seviss… do you rember *&% years ago…”
“I am Bai Aoli… Ah!”
“20th century? Miss, this is the 21st century now!”
An older Jago, a woman with familiar-looking brows, and many should-be familiar yet unrecognized people… the intermittent mories almost made her vomit. She always felt like she should rember, but she forgot. mories were like bubbles occasionally erging from a bottomless swamp, only to light up and shatter in an instant. And at the bottom of that swamp, there should be many more bubbles sleeping, far more than she could imagine…
Seviss leaned against the wall, stopped in place, and took deep breaths.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
A Priest looked at her with concern. Who was he? Did she know this person? Had she ever communicated with him? Seviss ground her teeth, making an unpleasant sound. “Excuse , can you do a favor?” She tried hard to appear less irritable, “Do you know who the Family Head of Drusus is?”
The Priest was visibly frightened, stepping back before speaking: “It’s Mr. Jago. I could call a doctor for you…”
“I don’t need it!” Seviss pressed her head hard, “What about the Dadarian family? Who is the Family Head of Wood chanism?!”
“Dr. Bai Aoli, I suppose…”
This seed to make sense. She bid farewell to the Priest, stumbled for a while before barely straightening up, and began to run away. She was as wild as the wind, as irritable as fire, her head paining as if it would explode. But did she even have a brain?
Common sense and intuition repeatedly overlapped, like two white pens constantly scribbling over her life. When Seviss ca back to her senses, she found herself in the city center facing the scar tearing through the earth. She gazed at the flas, uttering incoherent murmurs. Who was she? Should she jump down? How long had it been? Maybe jumping down would be more comfortable. What year of the Yong Guang Calendar is it now?
“Ah, long ti no see.”
Another voice greeting her ca, making Seviss tense up. Another “old friend”? Or a forgotten stranger?
She saw a colorful-haired woman in a red leather jacket sitting by the rift, her pretty eyes full of curiosity and delight.
“Who are you? Did I ever know you?!” The Ranger almost demanded.
“Of course, Seviss.” Xu Ying looked at her with interest, “We are old friends indeed.”
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