They don't want me to try anymore.

Outside the capital of Connaught, behind a small, unknown ravine.

Alice and Luvia, who should have been sleeping peacefully in their luxury hotel, secretly came here without informing their respective entourages and stood face to face.

Looking at the several large craters on the ground and the sparkling necklace on Alice's collar, it was clear that the two sides had just tested each other, but only briefly.

A night breeze blew by, and it was Alice who broke the silence first.

She stroked the crack in the necklace, shook her head and laughed, "Miss Luvia is indeed more amazing than I imagined."

Luvia curled her lip and said coldly, "If you were really smart, you should leave. Richard, I'm enough for you!"

"So direct? That's fine too."

Alice replied, "But if I really leave, can you help Richard all by yourself? It doesn't seem to go that way in the simulation..."

Luvia narrowed her eyes and remained silent for a long while.

In my mind, countless clues pieced together.

Finally, she said in a deep voice, "As expected, you also have simulations."

“It seems Miss Luvia has noticed as well,” Alice said. “It feels so good to be open and honest.”

Luvia felt a mix of emotions.

Although it had been suspected for some time, the confirmation still came as a shock.

There will be many more things to pay attention to in the simulations from now on...

She took a deep breath and asked, "So, what's your purpose tonight? Just to confirm this fact?"

"Of course not... To be honest, although there were some frictions before, I still want to get along with you amicably."

Alice hardened her expression: "After all, we all want Richard to be happy, don't we?"

Luvia nodded, recalling the two's performance in the simulation.

"So I think we need to control the intensity of the friction."

"can."

"That's wonderful, since that's the case..."

“I won’t attack you normally, and I’ll join forces with you when facing Richard’s enemies,” Luvia said before Alice could finish. “That’s all I can agree to. As for Richard…”

"Let's each rely on our own abilities!"

Alice smiled and concluded, "That's enough!"

"What I'm really afraid of is that if the two of us really start fighting, our loved ones will end up getting hurt."

Luvia agreed.

The two then exchanged greetings, concluding the brief and hasty meeting.

However, after they returned home, they were unable to calm down for a long time.

They couldn't help but wonder: besides themselves, who else might have a simulation? If everyone has a simulation, what should they do in the future? Now that they've formed an alliance, how should they get along?

But there was one thing that neither of them hesitated about.

Richard is my man!

I'm not going to give him up!

I wonder what His Highness, who is alone in his room tonight, will feel when he learns that the two women have consciously taken precautions to mitigate the risks for his sake.

But tonight's events are not over yet.

As dawn approached, far from the hustle and bustle and strife on the high seas, a father and daughter fishermen were celebrating their bountiful harvest.

Look at this!

A middle-aged fisherman with a full beard lifted a cage from the sea and pointed it out to his daughter with a big laugh.

A child of about nine years old, with his pigtails swinging, clapped his hands happily: "So many squid!"

"That's right, we can have a good meal tomorrow!"

"Let's have a good meal!"

The father and daughter busied themselves packing up their catch, then rowed to the next place to put the cages.

Feeling a bit bored along the way, the little girl looked left and right, and suddenly caught sight of lights on the shore. She asked:

"Dad, I heard from the other kids that the princess of Vanderland and the swordsman of the empire are visiting us tonight. Is that true?"

"It's true! If you ask me, it's all thanks to His Highness's abilities that others would even look at our remote place."

"Just how capable is he? Dad, tell me the story of His Highness again!"

"well……"

The middle-aged fisherman patted the child's head, trying hard to recall the newspaper articles that his literate neighbor had read to him.

Unbeknownst to him, a huge black shadow was silently swimming under the boat.

One more day of rest, will resume tomorrow.

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Chapter 127 You thought she wouldn't come, but she did; that's also a kind of pigeon.

"During the Easter tournament, His Highness almost single-handedly fought three opponents at a crucial moment... In the end, he beat that griffin knight and the shield bearer to their knees on the ground, and Commander William's pants were soaked..."

The middle-aged fisherman recounted part of the story he knew, in fits and starts, exaggerating some parts because he couldn't remember them clearly.

This inevitably damages the reputation of the empire's geniuses...

However, his daughter was very happy to hear it.

For the past month, Richard Targaryen has been the undisputed hero and center of attention in the eyes of all the children in Connaught, as popular as a singing pupa.

But just as the fishermen were about to continue, a small patch of light suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

Are they competitors? Or something else entirely?

Although this place is very close to the shore, fierce fishermen still occasionally appear, so the middle-aged fishermen dare not be careless.

He quickly stopped talking, gave his daughter a gesture, and then picked up the harpoon next to him.

Seeing this, the nine-year-old girl instinctively lowered her body and took out a small dagger from her bosom. Born into a poor family, she had been raised as a boy since childhood. She had experience in fishing and dealing with fish-men, and she was not a hothouse flower.

However, as they got closer, the fishermen noticed that the light was not an eye, but a lamp.

"Humanity?"

He relaxed his guard slightly, hid the harpoon behind his back, and looked over. He saw a larger fishing boat opposite him with five or six men in their thirties, all with serious expressions and dressed much better than him.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and noticed one of the people wearing strange blue gloves.

She was very curious about what that thing was used for.

The middle-aged fisherman guessed that the other party was not a pirate, and realizing that he couldn't escape now, he simply took the initiative to ask, "Who are you...?"

Where did that thing go?

Before he could finish speaking, a man with extremely fair skin on the opposite boat interrupted him.

The man seemed not to have seen the fisherman, and only asked his companion wearing blue gloves, "Have we lost them again?"

"No, it's right here on the seabed, just very wary..."

The gloved man whispered, "But it's alright, it's hungry and won't be able to hold out for long before it moves."

"Do we need to use bait?"

"No, even if we conceal our presence, it can still recognize our things. We need something cleaner..."

The fair-skinned man pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at the fisherman and his daughter whom he had previously ignored.

How are they?

The gloved person nodded slightly: "...For the sake of our god's plan, we have no choice but to make sacrifices...to go to the supreme divine kingdom ahead of schedule and enjoy eternal peace. This is also for their own good..."

"Haha, so I'll just assume they did it voluntarily?"

The fisherman couldn't understand the mystical words, but he could sense that the way the person opposite him was looking at him was strange.

"……what!"

However, before he could even raise the harpoon, he felt his neck being tightly gripped by some force, and then he was lifted out of the boat!

"father!"

The little girl ran over and grabbed his foot, but she was pulled out with her.

With a splash, the two fell into the sea.

The fishermen tried to climb back onto the boat, but found that their ankles were also gripped tightly by that mysterious force, making it impossible for them to float. Not only that, but their arms were also inexplicably cut in several places, and blood was flowing out continuously.

At this point, he finally realized that the person opposite him was a mage.

But if he's a high and mighty mage, why make things so difficult for a mere fisherman? Even a pirate should ask him where his money is first!