NOVEL NEXT Chapter 145 Are you still alive? Didn't you sacrifice yourself to save us?
Struck by a large snowball in the face, Amelia couldn't help but let out a slight 'hiss', and as the snowball shattered, tiny clumps of snow fell into her collar, the chill prompting her to 'hiss' involuntarily.
Removing her right glove, she wiped the fine snowflakes from her face, her gaze fixed on the human man who had pelted her with the snowball.
In her deep blue eyes, there was anger but also confusion.
Had she mistaken the person?
The name was the same, the appearance too, but the personality... seemed completely different from her former companion named Lance.
The former companion, Lance, was honest and simple, taciturn, not fond of fooling around.
Usually, when the rest of them were laughing and chasing each other around, he would sit quietly aside, not participating, occasionally smiling as he watched them play.
More often, he liked to stay by himself, studying and concocting Extraordinary Elixirs; in the group, his presence was the least felt.
This Viscount of Saint Blue City, this Lance... was vibrant and rowdier than the children of Saint Blue City when fooling around.
He was not quite like the Lance she remembered.
Another detail bothered her: her companion Lance died in the final battle of 'Sealing the King and Slaying Demons' that year.
Even if he had not died back then and had luckily survived, considering the lifespan of humans... he should have long disappeared in the river of history.
With Lance's strength at the time, living to three hundred would have been impressive.
A thousand years had passed by now; Lance couldn't possibly be still alive.
Could it be that this Viscount Lance before her... was Lance reincarnated?
If he wasn't a reincarnation, then Lance definitely could not have lived until now.
Unless Lance had only faked his death back then and concocted what he called the 'Elixir of Immortality' himself.
Back in the day, when they formed an adventure party, each member had their own dreams.
She remembered that when Lance joined the team, he declared his dream was to "find the legendary Elixir of Life, or gather the legendary life-extending substances, and brew a pot of the Elixir of Immortality."
If Lance truly managed to live from a thousand years ago to the present, there was only one explanation: he luckily survived the battle of 'Sealing the King and Slaying Demons' back then, later concocted the Elixir of Immortality, and after taking it... lived from a thousand years ago to now.
Even if he didn't produce the Elixir of Immortality, he might have had miraculous encounters afterwards and consumed magic potions that could extend his lifespan.
If this Viscount of Saint Blue really is Lance, then her once companion had truly changed a lot.
In fact, she had been in Saint Blue for a few days now, and during this time had been learning about the Dragon God Temple, only paying a bit of attention when she incidentally heard the Viscount's name, Lance.
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Not until today, on the first day of snowfall... had she seen Lance.
Exactly the same in appearance, yet his demeanor was different, his gaze was different; he was nothing like the somewhat meek and honest Lance from before.
The act of throwing a snowball directly into her face was something the old Lance would never do.
Amelia squatted down and rolled up a snowball, intending to chase after Lance who had mingled into the crowd – hit her and run?
There was no such thing as a free lunch.
Catching up with Lance, she threw the snowball at his head, grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the crowd.
The playful citizens saw their Viscount being led away by a beautiful and noble-looking elf woman and didn't think much of it; in Saint Blue City, no one could harm the Viscount.
Not even the Elves.
The beautiful elf woman must be acquainted with their Viscount.
The young Dragon, about to pelt Lance with a snowball, saw the Evil Dragon being taken away by the tall elven woman and blinked a few times with its purple-gold vertical pupils.
The Evil Dragon Lance knew Elves?
Oh, it seemed he did... In those portraits in the Dragons' Nest Study... there seemed to be images of Elves.
The young Dragon hadn't seen clearly what the elf woman who took the Evil Dragon away looked like.
Never mind, better to just play.
After all, the elf woman couldn't trick the Evil Dragon away.
It was even less likely she was someone the Evil Dragon used to fancy.
The young Dragon resumed playing with its little companions.
After pulling Lance out of the crowd, Amelia let go, staring at Lance's face. Aren't you blushing?
Back in the days, even if the hands of a girl in their team accidentally touched Lance, his face would immediately turn red.
Even just calling him 'Brother Lance'...
He could blush for a long time.
"Elf lady, please restrain yourself. I've said it before, you've got the wrong person. My name is Lance, but I'm probably not the Lance you know."
"Indeed, you're not the Lance I knew more than a thousand years ago. You've changed a lot. If it hadn't been for the fleeting look of astonishment in your golden-red eyes when we made eye contact just now, I might have really thought you were just a human who looks exactly like my former companion and shares the same name. It's miraculous; this world is so vast. I never expected that one day, in this remote corner of the world... I would meet a teammate who has been dead for who knows how many years.
'Nonexistent Potion Master'... after a thousand years, are the words you want to say to me truly just 'Sorry, you've got the wrong person'?"
Amelia smiled; she was truly happy to meet her former teammate in the Human World after a millennium, not to mention that the teammate before her still owed her money.
Before the battle of 'Sealing the King and Slaying Demons', Lance told them two stories, 'Desperate Battle' and 'Breaking the Cauldrons and Sinking the Boats'.
The gist of the stories was that if they wanted to achieve the ultimate victory, they needed to cut off their own retreat and face the final battle with the resolution to win or die.
Back then, they listened to Lance's stories and were silent for a long time, afterward, they felt Lance made sense.