Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Oxia told Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan about the current state in short words.

"That is to say, you are about to catch that Annihilation Cultist?" Yao Ziyan took a sip of hot tea.

He and Luo Chuan looked at each other with a surprised look.

The whole process seems...too smooth?

"It looks right on the surface, but it's not sure whether he can still use the moves that he used to escape from me before." Oxia's expression did not relax, "Those high-level undead can't stop him."

"Isn't Elizabeth here?" Luo Chuan asked.

"The Annihilation Cultists can always do something beyond expectations... Well, I just think Elizabeth is unreliable." Oxia said helplessly with her palms open.

"The relationship between you is very good." Yao Ziyan laughed.

"Why? I've never dealt with her." Oxia subconsciously retorted, she was silent for a while and then shook her head gently, "Actually, between us... ah, forget it."

The wave chief commander sighed and did not intend to continue.

Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.

There is a story between these two!

Oxia also said before that when she and Elizabeth first met, they had a fight because they didn't know the identity of the other party.

But from today's discourse, it seems that this is not the main reason?

Elizabeth and Oxia may have known each other a long time ago.

Oxia's race is a patroller. Although I don't know what the origin of this race is, it is definitely a top level in terms of life expectancy.

Elizabeth was originally a member of the Faras Empire who did not know how many years ago. After being transformed into a lich, she exists to this day, and her lifespan is also immeasurable.

From this point of view, it seems reasonable that there is an intersection between the two.

However, Oxia didn't seem to want to continue discussing this topic, Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan didn't ask much, so they could only suppress their curiosity.

"In addition to the Annihilation Cultists in the Dwarf Mine, the dancers whose identities have not been confirmed so far are the most important." Oxia rubbed her eyebrows and had a headache.

"Well...then I wish you all the best." Yao Ziyan didn't know what to say, she could only wish.

"Blessing from the God of Fate." Luo Chuan whispered to Yao Ziyan's ear.

"Don't make trouble." The warm breath he exhaled brought a feeling of itchiness, and a light cherry color appeared on the face of Yao Ziyan, pushing Luo Chuan away.

Oxia opened her mouth, suddenly wondering if the conversation should continue.

Fortunately, the two still remember that the communication is still going on, but they did not do anything out of the ordinary.

"Oxia, you seem to be quite noisy there." Yao Ziyan heard the voice in the background of the communication.

"I'm in the Opera Hall now, and an opera is being performed." Oxia explained, and at the end she didn't forget to add, "In order to monitor the Rose Opera Troupe."

Surveillance is the main thing, and watching the opera is just by the way.

"What opera?"

"Night of Faras."

"Um…"

Yao Ziyan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she faintly felt that these things seemed to be connected, as if there was some invisible thread connecting everything.

But she didn't know the essence of "silk thread".

"Night of Faras, what's the story?"

"The final chapter of the Faras Empire." Oxia replied softly, the image of the opera reflected in her pupils.

"I remember that Oxia was once a member of the Faras Empire, right?" Yao Ziyan asked. She had previously borrowed books related to it from Anno, and she remembered this part clearly.

"Yeah." Oxia nodded, with some emotion in her words, "The powerful empire collapsed overnight... The world is impermanent, and civilization is too fragile."

"Indeed." Yao Ziyan felt deeply.

She had traveled in Tianlan Continent for a long time and had seen the ups and downs of many dynasties.

"But then again, Elizabeth is actually the main character in this opera, so it's quite interesting to see it this way." Oxia smiled softly.

Yao Ziyan: "...Is this your bad taste?!"

Luo Chuan had just taken out his magic phone and looked at it at will. He wasn't much interested in the conversation between the two girls.

"But then again, Oxia, do you feel that something is not right?" Yao Ziyan suddenly asked for no reason.

"What's wrong? Where did you say?" Oxia didn't quite understand.

"I can't say it either. Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say it." Yao Ziyan shook her head, she couldn't explain it, she couldn't say it was pure feeling, right?

Oxia frowned slightly, and Yao Ziyan's words made her feel a little bad, as if she had overlooked something important.

After thinking about it for a long time, there is no result.

Simply stop tangled, and focus on the ongoing opera again.

"Do you want to see it?"

"OK."

The screen on the stage is displayed on the light curtain, with the help of magic images. Although there are restrictions on the stage, the performance is still very good.

【…

"Will anyone remember what we did today?"

"I don't know, when those people live rich lives, eat delicious food, and live in warm houses, they should not forget who helped them get all this."

"Huh, that's fine."

"...Oh, I don't actually believe my words."

"why…"

"The short-lived species are easy to forget the past. Let alone hundreds of years, decades are an extremely long period of time. How many people will remember this?"

"…"

"But are we doing all this to make others remember us? After all, the dark night needs a fire to illuminate it. I am willing to be the first fire to burn."

The moon and stars are low.

Under the dim sky, the bonfire radiated a twilight.

The two girls hugged their knees and sat by the bonfire, and the light of the fire illuminated their faces, showing a calm and mature age that did not match their age.

…]

…

"Huh...huh..."

The doctor knelt heavily on the ground, like a swimmer who had just drowned breathing heavily, flashes of light burst out from his body from time to time, and the area under some bandages even showed a strange crystallized form.

He stretched out his arms in front of him, and the palms had long since disappeared, replaced by tentacles of some sort of soft-bodied creature, but now it was just as weird.

Some kind of plant root-like structure drilled out of the flesh and covered it completely, like peeling off the white silk on the surface of an orange, or like an airtight cobweb.

The doctor could feel that these tentacles had begun to erode his internal organs, digging into the flesh and bones, greedily devouring every nutrient.

Reluctantly stood up and quietly looked at the huge roots that had not penetrated into the stone wall.

The doctor smiled.