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Chapter 113. Could This Make Him Rich?

"She's not coming with us?"

"Why is she coming with us?"

Char's question was so natural that Evelyn felt that she was being unreasonable.

"But you guys..."

"What do we do?"

Char threw a slice of melon into her mouth and gave her another. "Do you want to eat some melon?"

"No, thank you."

In the end, Evelyn did not ask.

When she woke up, the dreamlike feeling that the Dark Elf had was not much weaker than Hilda's. Also, because her subconscious was rejecting all new knowledge that came into contact with her dreams, she was no different from before except for the fact that she often frowned.

This saved Char the trouble of explaining.

This incident probably revealed an irregular pattern. Hilda had to admit that she did not recall any past experiences.

However, it was reasonable to say that her memory of this scene should not be any less profound than Mia's memory of the fire.

However, she really could not recall anything. She did not even dream about it. She didn't even have any sense of déjà vu.

The only explanation was that they were all sealed.

Char thought about it carefully. He seemed to be the only one who had such a special experience, to be able to keep repeating the same memory in a meditation space.

As for the others, who were slowly recovering-they were different from her.

It was as if they still had the memories of the dream after a dream. As time passed, they would have a sense of déjà vu in familiar scenes, but it would not become clearer.

Perhaps they would only treat it as a dream, like Evelyn.

Perhaps they would believe that this was the reincarnation of fate and the meeting of destiny, such as Mia.

Maybe he was nothing, and he would not care.

Who knew?

Char chose to let nature take its course, and she even had some expectations.

What if they remembered something and started to look for him like Ortlinde?

F*ck...

Char's space would not be able to accommodate them!

Just thinking about it made him a little excited!

"Hey, what are you so happy about?"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Char coughed to hide her embarrassment, but her eyes were full of joy.

The two of them returned to the camp of the solar flame guards. It was early in the morning and the troops had not set off yet.

Char's return caused a commotion. After all, he had won the respect of many soldiers.

The crowd parted, and Orivande walked out, sizing Char up.

"I keep feeling like he's become stronger..."

The officer was a little puzzled. Could this person become stronger after sleeping?

"Sir, you've come back this time."

"The outside world is too dangerous. It's safer to follow you." Char threw up his hands, causing a burst of laughter and boos.

Orivande knew that the answer was not that simple, but he did not pursue the matter and nodded.

"Now that I think about it, the reason why I was safe last night and nothing happened in the strange atmosphere was probably related to the other party."

The ethereal sense of déjà vu of an elf did not become a reality. He was relieved, but also a little shocked.

The other party had returned. Did this mean that trouble had come again?

He shook his head and forced himself to stop thinking about it.

"Mr. Char!"

Felix came up to her excitedly and held Char's hand tightly.

"To be able to reunite with you, this must be the blessing of the Holy Spirit! We'll be traveling together, right?"

"Alright."

Char pulled his hand back and pointed at the carriage.

"Shall we go in and talk?"

"It's my honor!"

Felix immediately welcomed him in.

Orivande frowned as he watched the scene from afar.

What was he doing?

In the carriage, Char stared at the fat merchant's smiling face and thought for a few seconds before saying, "

"Did you have any nightmares last night?"

"No, I had a good sleep last night!"

Hmmm...

The dark circles and blood vessels under your eyes must be from your makeup...

"Really?" Char asked.

"It's absolutely true!"

"Then it's fine, you can go back to your work."

Char was about to leave.

"Don't go! Mr. Char!"

Felix grabbed his hand and knelt down in the carriage. His face changed, and he began to cry about the nightmare he had.

The content was simple. "Dead. Many people had died. In the end, only he and Orivande were left. Only one person could survive. Just as he was thinking that it was over, how could he beat his nephew? his nephew committed suicide, giving him the chance to live."

Char listened with great interest.

It was a normal ending, which was also the most common. It was a line that would play out without any intervention. It was like this in most situations, so no wonder he could dream of it.

"Do you believe in this dream?" He asked.

Felix shook his head, and then nodded.

"Did you get a pillow?" Char was puzzled.

"No, I don't believe this will happen."

"Then if you nod, it means..."

The fat merchant's eyes became serious, which was rare.

"I believe that Orivande will do so."

Char's heart skipped a beat.

Felix's eyes were dazed, but he was still talking to himself. "It's like a nightmare, but it's too real. I don't doubt that Orivande would do that. It's as if something really happened to it.

"When I think of this, I feel so regretful. I'm really afraid of death. But I don't think I'm that lucky to survive either. When I think of the pious look in Orivande's eyes before he died, I feel like I've let him down. You might know that I'm still a tiny bit away from being excellent, but this is too shameful! I don't want to die!"

"Slap!"

Char slapped him on the back.

"Mr. Char?"

"This is the first time you've touched my heart, Mr. Felix."

"Ah?"

"Your true self of being afraid of death and your self-reflection makes you look like a coward, a true coward, but not a villain. That's enough."

Felix did not understand. If it was anyone else who said this to him, he would have stood up and cursed. But the person was Char, a mysterious Half-elf that he respected the most.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing much."

Char took out a rusty ancient elven sword from her backpack and said in an extremely seductive tone, "Do you want to make a fortune, Mr. Felix?"

Felix shivered.

Char's voice seeped into his heart, and he could not resist.

Like a moth, even though it knew that it was a burning candle flame, it still flapped its wings and got closer...

"Can this make you rich?"

Char pointed at the sword and asked.

Felix laughed in embarrassment.

"It's just an antique."

"Can this make you rich?" Char took out four more gemstones-from the eyes of the gargoyle commander and the Dark-robed Magic Puppet.

Felix swallowed his saliva.

"Two magic rubies and two magic blue diamonds."

"Can this make me rich?"

Char held up a dusty crown and asked with a smile.