Chapter 385: Déjà Vu
In Mephila, in the wardrobe of a suite on the left side of the second floor of Belldate Manor, there was a row of White Ghost Mask and black robe outfits. The White Ghost Mask had three holes resembling a skull, and the black robe was wide and deep, looking extremely eerie even when no one wore it.
Suddenly, one of the black robes sprouted limbs and walked out, like a resurrected evil spirit.
However, he couldn’t maintain his posture and fell directly onto the carpet after taking two steps. He removed the White Ghost Mask, revealing a pale and haggard face, beads of sweat on his nose, and cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen. He breathed shallow and rapidly, with a “huff huff” sound, his body aching so much that he didn’t even want to move a fingertip.
Lung function impaired, poor contact in all parts of the body… That damned girl! If you’re sick, go see a vet! Don’t let me run into you again!
For the first time in many years, the Con Artist couldn’t help but curse out loud in anger.
The more Igor thought about it, the angrier he got. The first time he encountered another sorcerer on the Time Continent, he ran into Harvey, an old acquaintance. Naturally, they teamed up to explore together and unexpectedly discovered both the heroic soul legion and the Death Arena at the same time.
All these lucky opportunities piled up together, it was like the goddess of fortune was spoon-feeding him. Igor even wondered if he had exhausted all his future luck and would slip and crack his head on the bathtub the next morning.
Although neither of them had received formal sorcerer education, no sorcerer would be foolish enough to not investigate Virtual Realm intelligence. In the Virtual Realm, where one could only travel alone, the only one a sorcerer could rely on was themselves. Moreover, the Death Arena and the heroic soul legion were not secretive entities, so they naturally had some knowledge about them.
As the Con Artist pondered, he connected the dots and thought of using the Death Arena to trap and kill the heroic soul legion. After hearing this whimsical yet coherent scheme, Harvey’s only comment was, “When are you going to start a new venture with Ashe, reorganize the Four Pillars Cult, kill the Empress, and seize the throne? I’ll be content managing the morgue for you.”