Chapter 83. Butterfly Effect

"How much do you know about Graviny?" Char asked.

"That's an NPC that's at least level 40. How am I supposed to know? "

"Is there no one else around her?"

"Yes, a mage and a swordsman who looks like a gay.

As expected, it was Johnny Orson and Graviny.

Where did Upland go?

Char frowned.

"Have you heard of the name Upland?" He asked without much hope.

"I know!"

The f*ck?

"Where is he?" Char asked.

"He's dead!" Nelwin raised her eyebrows and suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, there's information that you don't know? Don't you read the news on the forum? The Priests and Thief players in the Golden Butterfly Swamp would receive a mission to purify the poison. Two men and a woman were poisoned to death in a room, and one of the men was called Up...."

As if struck by lightning, Char was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and did not move.

Upland...

Dead?

The elf who had been able to survive every time in the 177th round was dead!

It was not affected by the players.

Priest players could indeed receive this mission, so could Thief players, and most players could. This was a common mission in the novice area near Golden Butterfly Swamp. The mission was assigned based on the room full of dead people, and the Thief players would also follow up on the escape route of Upland.

He remembered all the clues clearly.

Although it was not written in the settings and happened before the server opened, it was not affected by the players in time.

Char could not do it himself, and he did not believe that anyone else could.

It was like a person who had time traveled to the night of December 24th, 1991. Even if he was a historian, a golden keyboard warrior, or a KGB agent, he could not change the collapse of the Soviet Union.

This was the wheel of history. It ran over your face without restraint, and you could only quietly enjoy it.

It had changed!

It was as if there was really a butterfly flapping its wings, and everything was quietly changing.

"That's not right..."

The butterflies in the past had also flapped their wings, but never had there been such an exaggerated change in the overall situation.

"Hey, are you alright?" Nelwin waved her hand at him. "Don't worry, there are very few players as powerful as me. Even though Graviny told everyone that, only the Light Elf players above level 15 would accept it. We have no more than ten people in our area, and the positioning is only a rough location. You'll have no problem running. Weren't you pretty good at fighting just now? Hey, did you hear me?"

Char seemed to have woken up from a dream. He nodded perfunctorily and turned around to leave.

"Hey, you!" historical

Nelwin watched him walk away in a daze. She wanted to chase after him, but she felt that something was wrong. With this hesitation, Char had already disappeared.

"Damn it, someone actually treated me like this!"

She took out a small mirror and looked at it again.

"There's no problem, my makeup isn't smudged, and my hair isn't messy. Could it be that my beauty really doesn't work?"

She looked at her friend list and confirmed that Char's name was there before she felt better.

Forget it, maybe he was just playing hard to get. She had seen it too many times!

The girl hummed a song as she walked away.

When Char returned to the workshop, the Dark Elf was reading a book.

"Where are the two of them?" He asked.

"One fainted, and the other went to take care of her."

Tsk, Apple Pie might have gone offline after getting their gaming chamber wet again.

He walked over and sat quietly at the side, watching her quietly until the Dark Elf could not bear it anymore.

She put down her book and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed.

"Look, I'll let you look as much as you want."

Char chuckled and held her hand. He then led her gently and let her sit on his lap.

"What's wrong?"

Although Evelyn was obedient, she was frowning.

Even though he was used to Char acting like an old couple, it was still rare for her to take the initiative.

Moreover, the frequency of him appearing like this was getting higher and higher.

He looked terrible.

Char buried his face in the Dark Elf's stomach and sniffed the faint scent of her body, calming himself down.

"It's so good," Char said in a low voice.

Evelyn laughed and stroked his hair as she muttered to herself, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking. You clearly shamelessly said that you wanted me the moment we met, but now you're even more reserved than an ascetic. You're obviously omnipotent most of the time, like an omniscient God, but now you're acting like a child."

Char looked up.

"Which one do you like?"

The Dark Elf gently patted his forehead.

"Hmph, I don't like any of them."

"Tsk, what a heartless woman. Can't you say something nice to make me happy?"

"Go and find your Priestess."

"You're right! Thanks a lot!"

Char suddenly stood up and threw her aside, walking out in high spirits.

"Come back here!"

The Dark Elf whipped out a whip and tied it firmly around Char. With a light pull, he was pulled back.

Char laughed. "Tsk. Other than being heartless, you're also a hypocrite."

"As a believer of Lord Zin'rokh, I can't just watch you get closer to the spokesperson of the Seven Holy Spirits. That's what I should do as a destroyer. You should just stay here obediently."

"Alright, even if it's quiet, can I still see Evelyn's face? "

"Hmph, it's too late for you to sweet-talk me now!"

"I'm super serious."

Char jumped up and down, moved in front of Evelyn, and stared into her eyes.

The Dark Elf suddenly panicked under his fiery gaze. She put away her whip and turned to escape.

However, before he could take a step, Char hugged her from behind.

Evelyn's body trembled slightly. At first, it was stiff, but it quickly became soft.

An indescribable feeling rose from the bottom of her heart, and a jumbled memory slowly rose. All the faces were of Char, both belonging to the past and the future. They were both strange and familiar, and she was at a loss for words.

What she felt was ridiculous was that it was as if being hugged by him like this was a matter of course.

"You'll definitely remember."

Char said softly, as if he was asking a question, but also as if he was giving a firm answer.

Memphis, the United Holy Kingdom, a farm on the outskirts of the city.

The 16-year-old Ortlinde had just finished her morning exercise.

The young girl took in deep breaths of air, her chest heaving up and down violently, her golden eyes occasionally flashing with a cold luster.

On the wooden board in front of him, he used a sword to draw the outline of a person.

She was sure that she had never seen him before, but her mind was filled with his shadow.

She would dream of him every night.

They were fighting, laughing, hugging, and crying.

She had to change the bedding every day.

However, she still did not know who the other party was.

It was not until today that she finally learned his name under the guidance of the Seven Holy Spirits.

"Char!"

The young girl shouted in a low voice. Her eyes were as cold as ice. She raised her sword high and slashed down heavily. The light flashed and disappeared!

The wooden board shattered.

"You're dead!"