Chapter 1654: The Truth of Black History, Sharna’s Identity

……better? "

Seeing that the old drunkard who looked like a lunatic just now finally calmed down and silently picked up the wine jar again, I gave him a comforting greeting.

"Just so-so, it has become history anyway. Instead of crying and shouting all day long, it is better to drink and live happily."

The other party responded and shook the wine jar, but it had already been poured out. After hesitating for a while, he took out the bottle of Sac crystal wine that he had just given her, pulled out the cork, took a sip, and looked inside. .

"That's good if you think so."

I shrugged helplessly, knowing that this was just an old drunkard's cover-up. If she had really figured it out like this, she wouldn't have to spend her days in the camp selling her drunkenness and moral integrity day after day, year after year.

It is estimated that there is some self-abuse in this.

"Don't drink it in one gulp."

I couldn't help but warn when I saw the old drunkard looking at the bottle of Sac crystal wine like a crow drinking water, eager to do something.

Sac crystal wine has to be diluted so that ordinary people can drink it, except for wine gods of my king's level. I don't want the old drunkard to get drunk in one breath and be unable to continue talking.

say what? Of course it's about Sister Sharna.

The history of the burgundy devil seems to have come to an end. But there was still no mention of Sister Sharna. Naturally, I couldn't let the old drunkard off easily, and finally waited until the day when she was willing to reveal her dark history. If you miss it, you may not be able to pry her mouth open in the future.

"Tch, you're such a long-winded kid. I have my own sense of propriety. I'm Lord Kasha, who is known as the god of wine in the camp." The old drunkard saw the little Jiujiu in my heart at a glance and clicked his tongue disdainfully.

"I don't know if it's you, the camp wine god, but I know exactly who the camp drunkard is. Okay, okay, don't look at that bottle of wine. You can drink it later. Take this jar first."

I threw another jar of wine over. I don't have anything on hand to dilute Sac Cristal, and I'm afraid this guy won't be able to resist drinking it like this.

"You should have been smarter a long time ago and took it out to honor me." The old drunkard put away the Sac crystal with a smile and took the jar of wine.

I:"……"

Your sister, is this really the crying and resentful drunk just now? I must be dreaming.

"This wine is not for free. Come on, come on. Go on."

"Say...what did you say?" the old drunkard who was drinking gurglingly asked pretending to be stupid.

"Is there any news about your summoner in the future? And why are you gossiping about Sister Sharna?" I didn't mean to complain about the other party at all, and I spoke seriously.

"Perhaps it's just my random guess. You said that your summoner is dead, but you are still alive. Is there a possibility that your summoner has not been eroded in hell? At least so far, it has not been eroded. Eroded away, so that you, as a Valkyrie, can stay in the camp unscathed and shameless for decades?"

"It's a good guess... what a fool. What does it mean to be shameless, shameless and shameless!" The old drunkard was drunk for a while, but she soon came to her senses. She didn't know when the mass-produced spear appeared in her hand and knocked violently. Hitting my head.

When I held my head and howled, and left her attack range, I was satisfied and stopped the violence: "You brat, if you don't hit me for a while, your nostrils will really turn up."

After a pause, she continued, "However, the guess you made just now is considered extraordinary compared to yours. Maybe that guy is not dead, and his soul is still wandering in hell. This is why I have not disappeared. Reason, after returning to the camp, during the first few decades of my chaotic life, I was indeed thinking the same thing. I was always thinking about when that guy’s soul would be completely eroded, and then whoosh, I was in Somewhere, either while drinking in a bar, sleeping in a tent, or walking on the road, he disappeared without a trace."

"You can see clearly."

I glanced at the other person. This kind of unpredictable fear that could disappear at any time, even with the mentality of an adventurer, it is impossible to sustain it for too long. But this guy has been here for decades, and he is probably more nervous than The buckets are quite big.

"However, if I heard correctly, you just said [the first few decades after returning to the camp], right? Then, did anything change after that?"

"Hmph, you have sharp ears and you can find the key point every time." The old drunkard glared at me, then put down the wine jar, his eyes becoming hazy.

Although it is very vulgar to say this and it makes my skin crawl all over, the old drunkard looks really melancholy and sad at this moment, as if there is some new event that has disturbed her decades of chaos, but A relatively peaceful life.

According to the development of the plot, that incident may have something to do with Sister Sharna, or maybe it was because Sister Sharna appeared next to her.

I guessed right now.

"Who else can you think of, other than that stinky girl, who else in this world can make me feel so troubled?"

Today's old drunkards are like those happy mothers who openly complain to their neighbors about how their daughters are doing, but in reality they scold and secretly praise them.

"What happened? Between you and Sister Sharna... Faced with my questioning, the old drunkard fell silent and unconsciously played with the spear in his hand. He no longer looked like a happy mother just now, but a kind of ...Uh, a dark and decadent atmosphere?

What happened?

"Do you still remember that night, the first time I talked to you about that smelly girl?"

That night?

I thought about it and asked uncertainly: "It's about the monster attack on the village nine years ago. Was it that night a few days before I set off for Vitas Village?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you kid... to actually remember it." The old drunkard showed a shocked look.

That's not the case, as long as it concerns Sisters Vilas and Sharna. I will always remember it firmly. This is called maximizing the use of limited storage space, do you understand?

I raised the corners of my mouth quite proudly. Then I carefully recalled that night conversation.

I thought about it over and over again, and in the end, I only came to one conclusion.

At that time, the old drunkards were still very moral and had a bit of the shame of being elders...

"I didn't expect you to remember. That's really bad." The old drunkard muttered to himself after taking a sip of wine and wiping his mouth. His expression flickered, and the gloomy feeling became stronger and stronger.

It didn't seem like a joke, why didn't she want me to remember.

"If I told you that what I said during that night conversation was a lie to you, would you believe it?" After darkly hesitating for a while, she seemed to have made up her mind. Said abruptly.

"Wha...what, a lie?" I was stunned, and then yelled.

"Could...could it be that Sister Sharna's life experience is not what you said. Is she the offspring of the elf mage Yaro and her Amazon mother?"

"Are you stupid?" The old drunkard knocked down his spear.

"I didn't say everything I said was a lie to you, but you are indeed an idiot. Sorry, I was quick to act."

"Don't apologize, you bastard!" I yelled, touching my swollen head.

"So, Sister Sharna's life experience is the same as what you said, and there are no other problems?"

"Well, I don't dare to say 100%, but it's generally true. Besides, I just praised you. Why are you starting to act stupid again? Don't you think about it for yourself?"

While banging the spear, the old drunkard cursed: "Think about that stinky girl's appearance. She completely combines the characteristics of elves and Amazons, doesn't it? Could it be something else? And her father Yaro, who was there before the stinky girl. The girl wiped out the Amazon tribe before, and finally used the high elf soul inheritance to give all his power to his daughter in the martial arts tournament. If it wasn't as rumored, would he have done these things? "

"That's right." Although it hurt a lot, I had to admit that I was stupid and didn't think of this.

"So, what are those words that you said you lied to me about?"

As soon as these words came out, the old drunkard's expression became gloomy again. I said what kind of black history could actually make the old drunkard show such expressions from time to time. This is comparable to the ferocious faces of the three demon gods. It's even more difficult to squeeze out a grandfatherly smile.

Taking a deep breath, the old drunkard seemed to be determined to face the darkness in her heart. Her expression hardened and she said gloomily: "The following words, the first time I met the smelly girl, and the words after that are all lies. Damn it, why did you decide to raise this stinky girl when you saw how pitiful she was? This is a complete lie to you."

"What on earth is that..."

"Do you know? What was I thinking when I first saw that smelly girl?" The old drunkard smiled at me, and his smile was a little cold, which made me shiver.

"When I first saw her, I wanted to kill her. Kill her immediately. Kill her without hesitation. Let her die so hard that she will never die again!"

"What..." I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.

Liar...it's a lie. This old woman must be deceiving me. There is obviously such a deep bond between the two of them. How could such malice come out at that time? Is there any reason? Faced with it, it was still* The *-year-old sister Sharna has such a powerful desire to kill?

After telling the dark secret that had been squeezed deep in her heart that she had never told anyone, the dark look on the old drunkard's face dissipated a lot. She raised her eyebrows and looked at me with a face full of disbelief. Smiled again.

"What, you don't believe it?"

"No one would believe this, unless you can tell me the reason." I shook my head.

"The reason? The reason is simple, because I am a Valkyrie."

"What kind of reason is this!"

"Don't you understand? Because I am the Valkyrie, that guy's Valkyrie, so I can tell who that stinky girl is at a glance."

"You...you...you mean...is...meaning..." I was completely stunned again.

"That's right, that stinky girl. She is the wine-red devil. To be precise, the body is new, but the soul is still the same."

"But...but...you just...didn't you say...that...hell...is dead..." I gestured. I became incoherent, and being shocked again and again had completely disrupted my train of thought.

"Yeah. It's incredible. That guy obviously went to hell, but one day, he suddenly turned into a little girl and appeared next to me. He had lost all his memory and didn't even know who he was. , let alone recognize me standing in front of her. I am her Valkyrie."

"Wait...wait a minute." I took deep breaths again and again to calm myself down.

There are really too many questions here, and I can’t wait to ask them all in one go.

"Let's sort out the questions one by one. Regardless of how the burgundy devil appeared and how he became Sister Sharna, let me ask a question. The most important question."

I took a deep breath and stared at the old drunkard seriously without blinking, not allowing her to lie.

"Why, you would have the intention to kill Sister Sharna, even if you regard her as the reincarnation of that burgundy demon."

"I just said the answer. Because I am a female! Wu! God!" the old drunkard said word by word.

"I don't understand, please explain."

"I am a Valkyrie. The Valkyrie's instinct tells me that this little girl who has that guy's soul will definitely become a strong person again in the future. When she grows up, becomes an Amazon, and reaches level 60, Once I cast the Valkyrie Summon, that’s when I disappeared.”

"Why is this happening?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because she has that guy's soul, but the Amazon profession is changing again, so it will cause me to disappear and a new Valkyrie to appear."

"Because you knew this would be the result, and in order to protect yourself subconsciously, you had the intention to kill her at that time?"

"That's right."

"But you didn't kill her after all, but raised her up, right?" I suddenly smiled... Moreover, you could have avoided this happening. The easiest way was to guide Sister Sharna to Another profession, such as changing to a Paladin, a Druid, or a Mage. With Sister Sharna’s talent, no matter which profession she is in, as long as you teach her, she can successfully change her profession, right... But, You still chose to let her become the Amazon career that is most suitable for her... After a long silence, the old drunkard retorted in a low voice.

"This is just...how should I put it, the guilt towards her is causing trouble. Because I feel I owe her, I just convince myself that I can't do this otherwise."

"Explain it however you want, don't worry about what I think." I shrugged... To be continued)! ~!