Suddenly, a soft but somewhat heroic voice came from the corridor.

"Bethrina!?" Bulat jumped up like a jumping bunny.

The other people were a little slow, but they also reacted and showed happy expressions.

"Thank you, Theos." Bethrina walked over, her steps still not very steady, and it could be seen that her condition had not yet recovered.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. I also want to help with this kind of thing." Bethrina said firmly.

No one knows how important it was for Theos to use Dragon Transformation Qi to help her remove the pollution.

Bloodborne cultist Isa's mental pollution is specifically targeted at people with pure souls. The purer the soul, the greater the damage.

Maybe for another person, even if the spirit is completely polluted, that's it, as long as he can survive.

But Bethrina would never, not even in death.

Fortunately, this unsolvable curse was lifted by Theos without leaving any traces or consequences.

If she is really contaminated, as the ranger captain of the Elves' Eternal Summer Forest, God knows what kind of trial she will face.

"But, your identity..." Brat reminded. He knew that in the past few hundred years, the elves have been shrinking with all their strength and have very strict control over their people. It may not be so easy for Bethrina to move freely.

"I have communicated this matter with the elders of the clan, and he has agreed." Bethrina reassured everyone.

In this way, there is no problem at all.

"The King of Cars battle was also won, and most of Theos's issues were resolved. It couldn't be better." Renn let out a long sigh of relief.

"In other words, we only need to wait for the King of Cars battle to be over and the meeting of the ten kings to be convened?" Bratt said.

"That's right." Theos nodded.

I don’t know what will happen to those old men who claim to be kings?

"I don't believe they dare to live longer than me!" Theos said with hatred in his heart.

If you have the ability, come here. The worst I can do is hide in the teacher's house and become a dragon in a hundred years!

But there’s a saying, revenge isn’t considered evil, right?

"Next...it's celebration time!" Bratt jumped up and shouted: "We won the King of Cars battle, the president will give us a reward, right?"

"Okay!" Ezreal also started making noises. It was a day of ups and downs. Although he could not participate in the battle, his spirit could not relax for a moment.

Tonight, completely crazy!

"I'm going to bed." Bethrina said softly, turned and left. She still needs to rest for a while in her current state, especially mentally.

"Have a good rest. I'll wake you up for breakfast tomorrow." Brat said out of nowhere because he didn't know where his brain was.

Before he finished speaking, he realized something and quickly covered his mouth.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Bethrina.

Bethrina didn't look back and ran away as fast as she could. Several people in the living room could clearly see that the back of her neck seemed to be dyed red.

…

"Well……"

In a simple and neat small room, only one magic lamp is on.

On the ground, a young man wearing a warlock's robe gradually woke up.

Just as he was about to stand up, the young man stumbled and almost fell. He quickly held on to the desk next to him to steady himself.

He covered his head with one hand and seemed to be in great pain. After a while, his facial features, which had been distorted by the pain, gradually returned to their normal state.

The young man's face is very delicate, with typical facial features of the Northlanders. His skin is fair, and his height and build are also relatively large.

But at this moment, his face was covered with a lot of dust from falling on the ground, and his lips were dry and cracked with a few shallow marks.

Without bothering to clean himself up first, the young man pulled up his chair and sat in front of the table. First he looked at the magic lamp.

"The remaining magic power...is it three days this time?"

The young man murmured and took out a notebook from the drawer.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and a few specific runes unlocked the magic lock on the notebook.

Open the note, and there are records on it.

On March 15, 494 CE, I woke up from the bathroom, but with my clothes on. I was convinced that I had lost two days of memory...

On April 4th, 494th year of the Xien calendar, I lost my memory for one day.

…

I woke up on January 5th, 498th year of Xien Calendar. This time it was 5 days ago. There were many injuries on my body. I might have been hit by someone’s soul spell...

…

The young man quickly skimmed over the news above, flipped to the end, and started writing.

On May 15th of the year 501 of the Xien calendar, I woke up in the house. My position did not change much and I was not injured. The memory disappeared on the 3rd day.

"Who are you?" The young man frowned.

Thanks for the January ticket from Yishi Canmeng

Thank you Wangyuan for your January ticket

Thanks to Shiyu Yakumo for your January vote

Thank you for your recommendation votes.
Chapter completed!