Chapter 595

Chapter 602: The Matter of Revival and Return (Please Subscribe!)

“Those strange memories that suddenly appeared, you really caused them, Izay!?”

Inside the room, upon hearing Izay’s muttering to himself, Fels immediately raised his voice.

As one of the few who knew the truth about the annihilation of the Astarte Familial Group back in the day, Fels was also affected by some world history convergence. However, he was less impacted and only noticed the anomaly after Uranus pointed it out.

“Hold on a sec, I have no clue what you’re talking about with those strange memories. At most, I just had some premonitions… If you’re looking for clues, I can share my incredible experience from yesterday.”

Facing the Dark Magician’s doubts, Izay appeared quite composed. He was also prepared to give him a hint and inform him of his series of observations from yesterday.

Once Fels understands these experiences, their communication will flow much smoother soon.

“…Incredible experience… Did you encounter something utterly bizarre?” Fels moved to sit on the couch; he had a sense of déjà vu with this kind of conversation.

Typically, once such topics start, they rarely end within an hour or so.

“Not exactly bizarre, but rather miraculous. In the Dungeon, the sudden appearance of white mist has the ability to teleport people. You should remember that, Fels.”

“Ah… I know, Uranus was worried about this thing yesterday. Is what you’re going to say related to it?”

“I investigated that mist yesterday.”

“And then?”

“And then I time-traveled, along with my teammates, getting teleported by the mist to the Dungeon five years ago.”

“???”

The topic gradually became absurd.

Fels stared blankly, unable to keep up with the pace of thought.

Izay then slowly told him about his experiences from five years ago, speaking briefly.

About five minutes later, Izay calmly found a teapot in the room, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and waited for Fels to recover.

“So, Izay, what you’re trying to say is that the Astarte Familial Group might return to Orario!? Because you and your two teammates changed the past!?”

“Exactly, didn’t you and Uranus notice the changes?”

“But… how is that possible!? I mean… time travel… even tracing back a thousand years of history since the gods descended, nothing as ridiculous as this has ever happened.” Fels’s tone was filled with disbelief.

“But I personally experienced that absurdity yesterday…” Izay shifted his gaze aside and continued speaking.

“Sorry, I’m not doubting you, Izay. I just… need some time to digest this information…” Afraid that Izay would misunderstand his meaning, Fels quickly explained.

“I understand, take your time to calm down. I can wait until you’ve cooled off.” Izay said while taking another sip of tea.

The atmosphere remained silent for a while.

Fels carefully pondered and raised his dark robe: “Then according to what you’re saying, shouldn’t we prepare in advance for the return of the Astarte Familial Group?”

“My personal suggestion is to prepare in advance. We at least need to draft a statement for the citizens who were unaware of the truth back then.”

“…Shouldn’t we discuss this with Uranus first? The upper echelons of the Guild can’t handle it without his orders.”

Upon hearing this, Izay couldn’t help but look at him strangely: “When you see him later, just mention it casually. Are you planning to slack off next?”

Slap—!

Fels immediately covered his face with his black hand armor and muffled his voice: “That’s true…”

After meeting with Izay, he definitely had to report to Uranus. There was no way around it.

Looks like there’ll be more running errands and hard work ahead…

Being the only trusted ally by Uranus’s side, Fels felt weary about his future.

“No worries, just throw all the blame on the Dark Faction. It’s their fault anyway, and the citizens just need an explanation.”

“Ahh, you’re right… The Dark Faction is indeed very useful in situations like this.”

“So let’s just drop this matter here, Fels. I have another favor to ask of you.” Izay temporarily set aside the current topic discussion and said, “Please help me keep an eye on Goddess Astarte’s activities outside. I want to gather some information about her.”

Especially regarding her whereabouts. Izay added.

“I’ll get started on this as soon as possible.” Fels nodded, agreeing readily.

The Adventurer’s Guild has branches spread across the entire continent.

If there’s anyone good at finding people, it’s none other than them.

To prepare for the potential turmoil ahead, Fels also believed knowing the movements of Goddess Astarte was necessary.

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With that, the conversation came to an end. Fels didn’t stay long afterward; he still had to inform Uranus about what Izay shared.

Regarding the situation with the mist and its bizarre power, only Uranus could decide the course of action.

Externally… just announce that Izay resolved the mist incident to avoid unnecessary suspicion among the adventurers.

A few minutes later, Izay met up with Victorique in a corner of the Guild Hall.

Victorique, having exchanged a bunch of loot at the currency exchange, was now sitting on a seat in the Guild facility, her eyes gleaming at three bags.

However, she only held one in her hands to play with, placing the other two beside her, close to her rounded, straight black-silked legs.

“How much did you exchange for in Valis?” Izay could clearly sense the joy in the Witch, so he approached with a smile on his face.

“Twelve million Valis, Mr. Izay. It’s a huge harvest～!” Victorique lightly covered her lips and smiled.

This amount, even if divided among three people, would net her four million Valis. Even for Victorique, who had traveled for many years, it was rare to earn so much money all at once.

And unlike adventurers who spend heavily on maintenance and supplies,

Victorique was just a traveler.

She didn’t need to maintain equipment or buy Spiritual Medicine or items.

These four million would last her a very long time.

It seemed she wouldn’t have to worry about money during her stay in Orario.

After smiling happily for a bit, Victorique mentioned something else: “That giant Magic Stone belonging to the Floor Master alone sold for several million Valis, so valuable!”

“The Floor Master refreshes every half month. It’s better if you restrain your thoughts.”

Izay spoke solemnly.

It was too easy to see what the Witch was thinking right now.

Hearing this, Victorique stuck out her tongue cutely: “Then I guess I’ll pass. Half a month is too long, I might have left by then.”

“…”

Mentioning this topic made Izay fall into deep thought.

After all, Victorique wasn’t from this world. How she would return to her original world after being brought here by the mist was still a problem.

She was like someone accidentally affected by the mist’s transmission.

Rather than blaming the system, Izay leaned more towards the idea that the Dungeon brought her to this world.

In the game’s worldview, the Dungeon inherently possessed the mysterious power to link worlds.

But the conditions to trigger such power were quite confusing.

Either disappearing suddenly inside the Dungeon and returning, or traveling due to some external factor.

If the external factor causing Victorique’s travel is identified as the mist,

From this perspective, the fog that swept across the plains surrounding Orario might come again in the future.

That time, it could be Victorique’s chance to go back.