Author: Half-wounded but not broken

On the huge metals, gears, springs and mechanisms were running silently. While others were still waiting to see if there was any danger in the door, Eve had already walked over with a sense of loss.

Countless fragmented images, or memories, poured into her brain, causing a slight dizziness and a sense of difficulty in understanding.

She remembered that she had dined in the restaurant of this tower, that she had woken up in bed, that she had planted many trees with her own hands in the garden on the highest floor, and that she had even stood on the edge of the tower and looked down.

Go and think about whether it would be more fun if you jumped.

Just me?

Eve frowned, thinking about whether there was anyone else in the clip.

The fact is, there is.

parents?

wrong.

Husband or lover?

Not right either.

Are they brothers and sisters?

Eve felt that it was still wrong.

This tower is now occupied by Mordra, but the owner is not actually him. Mordra is just a guy who occupies a magpie's nest.

But Eve seemed to have an impression that when she was here, there was another person beside her, but his existence seemed to have been erased. She only knew that there was someone, but she didn't know who it was, or even his gender and identity.

His appearance and even his voice in his memory are all blurry.

Although she had remembered it, these memories felt like they were not her own. It was like looking at slides. She only remembered fragments of flashbacks and could not connect them into a complete memory.

Eve is very clear about her situation. She seems to have memory loss due to trauma or some other reason.

But his ability to speak, write, and even magic was not affected, but he just couldn't remember who he was or how he lived.

With such a precise memory loss, Eve wondered if it was caused by some kind of magic. She also tried to use dispel magic on herself, but it didn't work.

The key to unlocking dusty memories is to go to the places you have been.

Eve had a strong premonition that her journey of memory would end here. Although she still did not remember her real self, she suddenly understood that what she was pursuing was behind that door.

Her hand gently touched the edge of the door, and an indescribable feeling of familiarity came to her heart. Although her memory was not available yet, she instinctively remembered this door, and even instinctively remembered what was behind the door.

But immediately, she felt lost. She couldn't tell whether it was the joy of finally uncovering the answer to the mystery or the emptiness of ending this journey.

What happens after you get the memory?

Now that I am me, what is my next goal?

Have I ever had a dream?

Was there ever hope?

Or is it that the me in the past just hopes that I can regain my memory now, and this is all just a game?

Confusion, unspeakable confusion seemed to fill my heart.

When I become me, can I still inherit the dreams I once made?

If I get my memory back, will the current me disappear? Will I still be me?

When the thing she had been pursuing appeared before her eyes, Eve felt no joy, only confusion, and even a trace of fear, fear that existence itself would be erased.

"Hey, be careful, others are watching."

Perrenli's voice woke Eve up from her confusion, as if she had suddenly had a nightmare.

Peri Renli, on the other hand, was a little confused. If Eve hadn't been reluctant to talk about it in front of unfamiliar people, Peri Renli wouldn't have helped her to hide it.

In the end, nothing went wrong on Pei Renli's part, and Eve almost exposed herself.

"Did you notice what that door was for?"

Varela, Anna and Elena all stood at a safe distance. Of course, Varela would not interfere casually in something like this where one could tell at a glance that the master was professional. After all, there were specialties in the art.

So when Eve walked over and Perrenli quickly followed, she thought she was just checking that door for any danger.

Eve took a deep breath, as if to calm herself down:

"There should be a laboratory behind this door. The most valuable things are in it."

"Modra's?"

"No, it shouldn't be him. There is no sign that this door has been opened."

These words made Varela look confused.

Isn't this your first time here? How do you know that Modra has not been opened? What is the basis for judgment?

Pei Renli couldn't help but hold his forehead next to him. Damn it, he was busy trying to cover it up.

Elena also looked at Eve very suspiciously. Her purpose was very simple and clear, which was to kill Modra. Eve suddenly acted very familiar with the environment here, which made Elena wonder whether she had known Eve before.

Mordra, even his ally.

Anna looked around nervously and hesitated to speak. She was also one of the people who knew the inside story. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, she wanted to explain, but this was Eve's matter after all. She did not agree. It would be a bit awkward for others to tell outsiders.

.

So Anna seemed a little confused and at a loss.

Of course, Eve could see Anna's embarrassment. This was not something that could not be told to outsiders, but she didn't want to talk about her amnesia with unfamiliar people.

Seeing Anna at a loss, and knowing that there was no point in hiding it now, Eve planned to explain.

But just like a standard plot, trouble comes.

A burst of rapid footsteps interrupted everyone's movements. The sound came from the doorway through which they entered, and was approaching rapidly.

A moment later, a large group of men in black poured out of the doorway with weapons raised. They seemed to have been planning for a long time.

The three Varelas who stayed where they were took a few steps back and drew their weapons one after another.

No wonder he didn't see a single guard sitting on the floating platform all the way up. Obviously, this was a trap, and Modera deliberately lured a few people to this place.

A strong light flashed among the men in black, and the light opened a buzzing portal, and an old man in gray robes walked out of it holding a wooden staff.

His face was dry and stern, and he seemed to have no habit of growing a beard. His skin was as pale as white paper, and his gloomy eyes made him look like an embalmed corpse. His withered fingers showed his age.

state.

"You guys came in obediently as I expected. That's good."

The old man fiddled with his cane and kept scanning everyone's bodies. It felt like being brushed by a brush, making the hairs on his skin stand on end.

"Modra...!"

Elena let out an angry roar, always so calm that Shadow Spirit, who was rated as having a heart of stone, could not restrain her anger.

"Ah, of course, and you, my former student."

"The moment you betrayed the Crow Queen, I was no longer your student, but an Avenger!"

"Oh, Crow Queen."

Modra raised the corners of her mouth disdainfully, seeming to be mocking:

"A god who is almost forgotten, and a world with almost infinite possibilities, how would you choose?"

Elena didn't listen to Modra's excuse at all, and her throat continued to growl like a beast.

Elena didn't care much about Modela's excuses, and Modela didn't care what Elena thought either. His eyes turned to the others, scanning the faces of Perenli and Varela.

"I see all your abilities. Fighting ability is a very valuable skill. Rather than working for the Crow Queen, it is better to work with me. I am confident that in just a month you will forget your past life and live in the shadows."

Everything you pursue can be satisfied in this plane."

"Modra, you guessed wrong. I'm not here for the Raven Queen."

Varela openly tore off her cloak and mask:

"I came here to let you receive a fair trial. Your sins have ended here!"

At this moment, Modra opened her eyes slightly, as if she was a little surprised:

"It turned out to be the paladin with the electric hand. His very good disguise skills actually fooled me. I guess..."

He looked at Pei Renli:

"You were pretending, right?"

Pei Renli shrugged:

"Keep blowing, make it more gorgeous, I like to hear it."

His mouth is still functioning stably.

However, Mordra didn't care. It should be said that his main targets from the beginning were not Perenli and Varela, nor did he completely ignore the revenge from the Raven Queen.

His eyes turned to Anna and Eve, which made Anna feel like she was facing a formidable enemy, and she almost shot out the full arrow when she loosened her grip.
To be continued...