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

……better? "
Seeing the old drunkard who seemed like a lunatic just now, he finally calmed down and quietly picked up the wine altar again, and I greeted with consolation. []
"It's so sloppy, anyway, it's history. Instead of crying all day long, it's better to drink and live happily."
The other party responded and shook the jar, but he had just poured the light, hesitated for a moment, took out the bottle of sac crystal wine that she had just given her, pulled the stopper, took a sip, and glanced inside. .
"You can think like this."
She shrugged helplessly, and I knew it was just a cover-up word for the old drunkard. If she really figured it out like this, she wouldn't have to sell drunks in the camp day after day, day after year.
It is estimated that there is no psychology of self-abuse.
"Don't drink it in one bite."
Seeing the old drunkard staring at the bottle of sac crystal wine, just like the crow in the crow drinking water, just about to move, I wanted to do something, I couldn't help warning.
Sark crystal wine has to be diluted so that ordinary people can drink it. Of course, except for the Dionysian of my king's level, I don't want the old drunkard to get drunk at a stretch, so I can't go on.
Say what? Of course it's about sister Sarnah.
The history of the wine-red demon seems to have come to an end. But there was no mention of Sister Salna at all. Naturally, I couldn't easily let go of the old drunkard. Finally, I waited until she was willing to reveal a dark history. If you miss it, you may not be able to pry her mouth open in the future.
"Cut, you kid is really long-winded. I have a sense of self, but I am Lord Kasha, who is known as the camp's Dionysus." The old drunkard saw the small nines in my heart and sneered.
"I don't know if it's you or not, but the camp drunkard knows who it is. Well, don't look at the bottle of wine. Wait and drink it later. Hold this altar first."
I threw another jar of wine. Now there is nothing to dilute the Sark crystal wine on hand. I'm afraid this guy can't help but drink it like this.
"It should have been smart, and just show me filial piety." The old drunkard laughed away and collected the Sark crystal, and took over the altar.
I:"……"
Your sister, is this really the drunkard crying and resenting the sky just now? Am I dreaming?
"This wine is not for you, it's okay. Let's go on."
"Say...what?" asked the old drunkard who grunted and grumbled. []
"Your summoner, will there be any news afterwards? And why is it going to lie on Sister Sarnah." I didn't mean to confuse the other party at all, and said it seriously.
"Maybe it's just my guess, you said your caller is dead, but you are still alive. Will there be a possibility that your caller is in and has not been eroded, at least so far, it has not been It’s eroded away, so that you, the Valkyrie, can be safe and unscathed in the camp for decades without shame or shame?"
"Good guess... what a hair, no face, no skin, no shame, no shame!" The old drunkard was drunk for a while, but soon woke up, not knowing when the mass production lance that appeared in her hand slammed. Hit my head.
When I shouted my head and left her attack area, I stopped the violence with satisfaction: "You stinky boy, don't fight for a while, really nostrils up."
After a pause, she continued, "However, the speculation just now, as far as you are concerned, is superbly played, maybe the guy is not dead, the soul is still wandering in hell, this is what I have not disappeared Reason, after returning to the camp, in the first few decades of chaos and alive, I did think this way, and I always thought about when the soul of the guy was completely eroded, and then I swish. Somewhere, either drinking wine in a bar, or sleeping in a tent, maybe walking on the road, disappearing without a trace."
"You can see it when you arrive."
I glanced at the other party. This kind of unpredictable feeling of fear that may disappear at any time, even if it is the adventurer's mind, it cannot be supported for too long. This guy has come over for decades. The bucket is about to be large.
"However, if I heard correctly, you just said [the first few decades back to the camp] right, then what happened afterwards?"
"Huh, you have sharp ears, you can find the key point every time." The old drunkard glared at me, then put down the wine jar, his eyes became dim.
Although it is very vulgar to say this, it makes me goose bumps all over, but the old drunkard at this moment looks really melancholy and sad, as if there are some new events that have disturbed her decades of chaos, but Relatively quiet life.
According to the development of the plot, that incident may be related to Sister Senna, perhaps because Sister Sarina appeared beside her.
I guessed right.
"Who else can you say, this world, besides that stinky girl, who else can make me so uneasy?"
Today's old drunkards are like those mothers who have complained to their neighbors about how their daughters are doing. 【Yezi】【Yuyou】
"What the happened? Between you and Selna... In the face of my questioning, the old drunkard went silent and unconsciously played with the spear in his hand. There was no longer the mother-like kind of just now, but a ...Uh, a dark, decadent atmosphere?
What the happened?
"Remember that night, the first time I talked to you about that stinky girl?"
That night?
I thought about it, and I wasn’t sure. I asked:
It was the monster attack on the village nine years ago. Was it the night before I set off for Vitas Village?

"Oh, I didn't expect you kid... to really remember it." The old drunkard looked shocked.
That's not it, as long as it's about Velas and Sister Senna. I will remember it firmly. This is called maximizing the use of limited storage space, okay?
I raised my mouth slightly, raising my eyebrows. Then carefully recalled that night talk.
Looking back over and over again, in the end, I only came to a conclusion.
At that time, the old drunkard was still very good-tempered, leaving a bit of the skin of an elder...
"I didn't expect you to remember, that was really bad." The old drinker murmured to himself with a sip of his mouth and rubbed his mouth. The look suddenly flickered, the gloomy feeling grew stronger.
It doesn't seem like a joke, why she doesn't want me to remember.
"If I said to you, that night talk, what I said was lying to you, do you believe it?" She seemed hesitant for a while after such a dark hesitation. Said abruptly.
"Wh...what, deceiving?" I froze, then yelled.
"Couldn't it be...Mr. Selna's life is not what you said. Is it a descendant of the elf mage Yarrow and her Amazon mother?"
"Idiot you?" The old drunkard knocked off with a long shot.
"I didn't say everything to deceive you, but you are indeed a fool. I'm sorry, but I'm quick."
"Don't apologize, bastard!" I roared, touching a swollen head.
"So, Sister Salna's life is the same as you said, no other problems?"
"Well, I don't dare to say 100%, but that's basically right, and I just praised you just now, why did your kid start to be stupid again, wouldn't he think about it himself?"
While banging a spear, the old drunkard scolded: "Think of that smelly girl, which fully combines the characteristics of elves and Amazons, isn't it? Could there be other? And her father Yarrow, who was screaming at the beginning The girl had wiped out the Amazon tribe before, and finally in the contest of martial arts, she gave all her strength to her daughter with the spirit inheritance of the high elves. If it is not rumored, might he do these things?"
"That's what it is." Although it was painful to be beaten, I had to admit that I was stupid, but I didn't even think about it.
"So, what are you talking about?"
As soon as this sentence came out, the old drunkard's expression became dark again. What kind of dark history did I say in the end, so that the old drunkard would sometimes show such an expression, which is comparable to the big face of the three demon gods, It's more difficult to squeeze out the grandfather-like kind smile.
Taking a deep breath, the old drunkard seemed determined to face the darkness in her heart. Her expression was firm and somber: "The words behind me, the first time I met a stinky girl, and the words afterwards, they were all cheating. Humans, who saw that the smelly girl was so pitiful at that time, decided to raise her up, it was completely deceiving you."
"That's..."
"Do you know? When I first saw the stinky girl, what was in my heart?" The old drunkard smiled at me, and the smile was a bit cold, which made me shudder.
"When I saw her for the first time, I wanted to kill her, immediately killed her, and killed her without hesitation, so that she who died could not die anymore!"
"Why..." I was speechless in amazement.
Deceive... deceive, this old woman must be fooling me, obviously there is such a deep bond between the two, how could there be such malicious at the time, there is no reason, when facing the age at the time Sarina, who has such a strong killing idea?
I squeezed the deep secrets that I had never told others before. After telling it, the dark color on the old drunkard's face dissipated a lot, raising my eyebrows and looking at me with unbelieving face, she Smiled again.
"Why, don't believe it?"
"No one can believe this, unless you can tell me why." I shook my head.
"Cause? The reason is simple, because I am the Valkyrie."
"Which is the reason!"
"Don't you understand? Because I am the Valkyrie, the guy's Valkyrie, so I can tell at a glance who the stinky girl is."
"You...you...you mean...was... mean..." I was completely stunned again.
"Yes, that smelly girl. It's a wine-red demon. To be precise, the body is new, but the soul is still."
"But...but...you just weren't...not saying...that...hell...dead..." Incoherent speech, shocked again and again, has completely disrupted my thinking.
"Yeah. It's incredible. That guy ran into hell, and one day, he suddenly became a little girl, appeared beside me, and all his memories had been lost. He didn't even know who he was. , And don’t even recognize me standing in front of her. It’s her Valkyrie."
"Wait... wait a minute." I took a deep breath and calmed myself down first.
There are so many questions in it, I now wish to ask them all in one go.
"Let's sort out the questions one by one, no matter how the burgundy demon appeared and how it turned into Sister Salna. Let me ask a question. One of the most important question."
I took a deep breath, staring at the old drunkard seriously without blinking, not allowing her to lie.
"Why, you will have a murderous intention towards Sister Selna, even if she is regarded as the reincarnation of that burgundy demon."
"The answer I have just said. Because I am a woman! Wu! God!" said the old drunkard.
"I didn't get it, please explain clearly."
"I am the Valkyrie. The Valkyrie's instinct tells me that this little girl who possesses the soul of the guy will definitely become the strong again in the future. When she grows up and becomes Amazon, after reaching level 60, the first When I cast the call of the Valkyrie, it was when I disappeared."
"Why is this happening?"
"Unclear~EbookFREE.me~ Maybe it's because she has the soul of that guy, but the Amazon profession is re-transferred, so it will cause me to disappear and a new Valkyrie appears."
"Because I knew it would be the result, subconsciously, to protect myself, did you kill her at that time?"
"Yes."
"However, you didn't kill her after all, but raised her up, right." I suddenly laughed... And, the easiest way for you to avoid this kind of thing is to guide Sister Selna to Another profession, such as the transfer to become a paladin, druid, mage, and the talents of Sister Salna, no matter what profession, as long as you teach her, she can successfully transfer, right...but, You still chose to make her the most suitable Amazon career for her... Silent for a long time, the old drunkard refuted a whisper.
"It's just... what should I say, guilt for her is just to blame, because I feel owed to her, I just convince myself that I can't do it."
"Whatever you explain, don't worry about it in my heart." I shrugged...to be continued) RQ