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Chapter 222 - 79. Shocking! The Three No’s Rich Lolita is not a human!【19/60】_3

Chapter 222: 79. Shocking! The Three No’s Rich Lolita is not a human!【19/60】_3

"174 years old!"

Rich Lolita, very confident in her memory, immediately blurted out a number. This caused Murphy to look strangely at Rich Lolita, who clearly only had the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl.

His suspicions turned out to be correct - this young lady was an old demon purposely masquerading as a youth!

However, in the next moment, this answer, which should have been completely correct, was rejected by Cui Si with a shake of her head.

She stood up and stood beside Murphy, looking at Phemys with a subtle glance, as if she saw through Phemys’ shell and saw something hidden inside.

She spoke softly:

"No! You are only 30 years old this year. Most of your memories are woven by Salockdale using Spiritual Energy, and I created that Psychic Spell when I was young.

As you saw, I just used it to create a pleasant memory to soothe Bonnie’s madness.

So, in fact, the moment I saw you, I recognized your real identity!"

"Impossible!"

Phemys stood up from the ground, her eyes widened, and she argues:

"Shut up! Witch, I do not believe it! I clearly have such vivid memories, from when I was first embraced to my journeys through the Dark Mountain Range, and the twenty years I spent with Adel, they can’t be false!"

"Is that so?"

Cui Si sneered.

She extended her hand and made a unique spell gesture with her pale fingers. Under the guidance of exquisite spiritual energy, the spell effect applied to Phemys gradually faded.

The Scarlet Witch stared into her eyes and said softly, in the tone of a psychologist guiding a patient:

"Think again, what was the situation like when you met Adel?"

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"Whoosh"

On the edge of the survivors’ camp in the evening twilight, Lady Adel, "returning from the hunt," folded her blood wings and landed quietly. Her movements were graceful and measured, but her energy bag was already full of six Blood Essence.

Her body was covered in wounds.

They were the marks left after six consecutive hunts, which caused pain and weakness, but the inner excitement made Lady Adel elated.

She had fulfilled her promise to Sir Morphy!

A total of six enemy hearts were enough to satisfy their elder’s last request, serving as a perfect farewell to her past life.

On the way to Sir Morphy’s tent with elegant steps, Lady Adel touched her prominent heart area and then took out an old silver locket from the snow-white trench that was a bit difficult to pull out because of the armor pressure.

She placed it in her hand and pressed the elaborate latch. The locket popped open to reveal the small Spiritual Energy image stored inside.

This was their only photo together taken after the young lady saved her in her childhood.

It was a memento of their journey through the Dark Mountain Range.

In that small, still vivid image, two young girls of the same age were standing together, hand in hand.

One was rich, the other thin.

One girl laughed happily while the other hid her expressions behind indifference, but both tightly held hands together. They wore the same style of dress. Behind them stood a lady dressed in grandeur who looked very much like the young lady, holding a fan in her hand, while also appearing desolated.

"My lady..."

Lady Adel, always silent and rarely uttering words in a day, caressed the locket in her hand.

She said in her heart:

"As your only companion from childhood till now, I will get you safety and freedom at all costs.

Even though I don’t understand why your memories are different from mine, why Lady Cecilia never allowed me to have much contact with you, and why you always forget my half-elf identity despite my repeated reminders...

...it doesn’t matter.

I still thank you and Mistress Cecilia.

Thank you for giving me hope in a dark life, and thank you for seeing me, who is always plagued with disasters, as your only friend.

You were always protecting me before.

Now, it’s my turn to protect you!"

Meanwhile, beside the massive rift near the ruins of Cardman City, the old knight, Norfick, stood alone in front of the gradually receding Star Realm energy.

He held in his hand the piece of Desire that Murphy had given him.

He knew it was one of seven tablets of the Vampire civilization, symbolizing the midnight power of the Blood Vulture Duke.

He was hesitating whether to hand this over to those mysterious fellows, who were always hiding and very interested in things like this.

The old knight was really torn.

He knew the weight of what he held in his hand.

Especially after personally experiencing the collapse of the old religion and the ten-year war that changed many things, he did not know what kind of result it would bring if he gave it up.

He didn’t even dare to think about it.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it.

But then, his mind turned to another matter. Looking at the mess faintly emerging in the star realm fog in front of him, the great oak Holy Blade on the old knight’s back began to hum angrily again, as if it had smelled something in the ruins that it disliked very much.

"Hmm, you’re thinking about those things again."

The old knight took down the Holy Blade and leaned it in his hand, as if advising an old friend:

"Don’t worry, we can soon meet the Salockdale who has brought you shame. We will repay double what he left us! Unfortunately, what the Blood Vulture stole from us, is probably unable to be retrieved."

Finoc let out a long sigh.

He put away the shard of Desire and murmured in frustration:

"Who could have guessed that the seed that had been dormant for centuries could actually bear fruit? And it grew into the shape of a young vampire girl. With her ignorant and naïve appearance, who would bear to hurt her!

Poor child, living her whole life in such an exquisite lie... Shut up! Stop howling in my head! Don’t scold me! You’re a violently hypocritical fellow!

Weren’t you also soft-hearted in the woodland before?

Shut up!

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were my sacred item, I would have thrown you into the Star Realm ages ago! What sacred item urges its bearer for vengeance every day?

You come from the Hand of the Divine Spirit, right?

How come you’re so petty!

Someone insulted you two hundred years ago, and you still remember it to this day, right?

Running with you here and there is going to make me live at least a hundred years less!

At least!"