Advanced NPC

Chapter 170 Wow, What's Your Situation

The combination of these few memory fragments is simply breathtaking...

"Tsk, I don't quite understand it myself." McDigue curled his lips.

Abai: "I don't understand it very well."

Hathaway: "..."

In fact, she was already messed up.

As they said that, they all turned their gazes to Fingeri—Fingeri was about to run away again.

—Of course he was taken back unceremoniously.

"Damn, don't catch me! Those lunatics from Silverland! Just want to create a world that won't be interfered by demon gods!" Fingoli was really afraid of being thrown out, and said in pain, "After their goal is achieved, the original Those differences exploded—Garner agreed to join because of Jerosa, who knows why he suddenly lost his mind and wanted to remove the silver protection!"

My brain suddenly twitched.

Why?

God knows.

Hathaway was in a complicated mood, looking at the disappearing picture, she was a little dazed: "How did they control Garner?"

"Probably only Spier knows about this." Fingley said quietly, "But..."

"Hiter wants to create a Hiranvia that he controls, not a sanctuary as Speer and the others think." Hathaway walked slowly towards the center of the church.

wow...

Just two steps away, the sound similar to water flow made several people startled.

What happened?

Are they still reminiscing about this episode?

Do you want it so fast?

buzzing...

Gradually, something rose slowly from the ground——when it rose slowly, Hathaway could see clearly that it was a stone platform.

The style of the stone platform seems familiar...

"The one from the Lost Fairy?" Abai asked.

However, Hathaway didn't have time to answer, because her hand was raised suddenly—a chirp!It hit the stone platform!
My day—it hurts? !

Hathaway's eyes widened, she didn't know why she was suddenly out of her mind, but a ray of light spread from the stone platform with her movement——!
what's the situation? !

what's the situation? !

Hathaway was a little surprised, and asked twice in her heart, but she didn't answer—until such a strong light environment lasted for a few minutes, she was able to fully adapt and opened her eyes.

"Who are you?" Jerosa's voice was already familiar.

Her voice was calm.

It seems that there are no more worries and complications.

This made Hathaway slightly taken aback when she heard this, before she had time to speak.

Then, the light flickered in front of his eyes, and a figure emerged after the light and shadow were distorted—it was indeed Gerosa.

Hasn't she...disappeared?
Hathaway remembers what happened in the Lost Fairy Field. As the last boss, Jerosa appeared as a human race that was transformed into a phantom race, and at the end, it dissipated, so that half of her was transformed into a ghost. The phantom with a fixed form was released.

Is this still her memory?
"Ah... an elf." However, Jerosa looked at her and "made a judgment".

Hathaway looked at the Jerosa who was a little shorter than her in front of her and was wearing the clothes that appeared in the second picture—suddenly she didn't know what to say.

If it is memory, then no judgment is possible.

Is she really Gerosa?
How……

"Hitter... wants to create a world that is not controlled by the demon god, a world that can be reasonably ruled by 'our' order." Jerosa said slowly, "far away from the demon god, and ruled by us."

"Speer won't agree." Hathaway shook her head, "He...has always disliked interference between races. This is a sanctuary, a sanctuary for everyone."

"Yeah, he won't allow it." Jerosa closed her eyes.

Then slowly opened his eyes: "But... in fact, we... can't do anything."

——All Speer can do is to create a crescent silver land, nothing more.

"Who can rule this Hiranvia, who has the qualifications, and who can do well?" Jerosa walked slowly to the side, "Your name... I've heard of it, you are..."

Seemingly infected by the calmness she finally fell into after experiencing a series of despair, Hathaway felt that her irritable mood had gradually calmed down.

"Antovelia Hathaway, the disciple of the golden sage Spier...the daughter of Elf King Asil."

hum...

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Abai quietly looked at the darkness in front of him, and was silent for a few seconds, until there was a short knock on the door - he took off the glasses for entering the game.

click.

The glasses were put aside by him, he rubbed his neck, and followed to the door.

Opening the door, it was indeed Ai Jue.

"What?" His tone was a little cold.

Ai Jue, who has been used to it for a long time, did not realize the complexity of his mood because of this, but said to himself: "LZD unexpectedly experienced network fluctuations, players collectively dropped the line, and now they can't even connect to the server—"

Abai was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "The network fluctuates..."

"It can still be like this these days—was GZ company bombed by mom?" Ai Jue shrugged.

"You know what will happen if you wake her up at this time." A Bai swept the corridor outside.

Ai Jue immediately shut up, and walked into his room in three steps.

Abai: "..."

Abai: "...What are you doing in my room?"

"Since I can't connect, let's chat." Ai Jue shrugged, "I was still making activity arrangements, and I was suddenly kicked out. The situation in the past few decades can be regarded as a miracle of technology."

Ah Bai didn't really want to talk, so he closed the door and turned on the light.

Cold light poured down, illuminating the simply decorated room.

But there are still plenty of screens with lights on.

"Your data..."

"I didn't finish it before." Ah Bai seemed to remember something.

"Do you still have unprocessed data?"

"Someone asked me to do a favor, so I put it down temporarily."

Ai Jue's eyes became a little strange.

Abai: "?"

"What's the matter with you——but I never heard that you would put down the data to help... Who can you help?" Ai Jue raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Miss sister?"

Ah Bai nodded, focused on the tablet he was carrying in his hand, and didn't say much.

He didn't even pay attention to Ai Jue's movement of standing up.

"Abai, can you explain clearly?"

"what?"

"Wow, put down the data to help, and drag people around to copy books. In my opinion, your situation is already interesting to others?"

"When will you not be such a badass woman?"

Ai Jue: "???"

Ai Jue: "No? Why don't you tell me clearly? Didn't I worry about you because you have been sober for ten years and are about to become immortal?!"

"That's your problem, not mine." Ah Bai rubbed the space between his brows, "Is there any stored data?"

"What?"

"LZD's plot archive."

"Yes, but... why do you want to save the plot?" Ai Jue was a little confused.

To be honest, for a long time, not only in the eyes of others, but also in the eyes of Ai Jue, Abai has always been with a monk... No, it should be a fairy, and he always talks to everyone, and after reaching the "communication of practical meaning", he will gone.

Except for the data, there is nothing to care about. When processing the data, the brain turns quickly, but it is like a dead person who cannot be contacted.

But now...

(End of this chapter)