You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

Lotte and Isolde walked through the streets of Maple Town at night.

Isolde's beauty attracted countless onlookers, causing Lot to frequently mistake the person beside him for Chloris.

After 200 years of changes, Lotte could no longer recognize the town.

The Adventurers' Guild has moved to the west of the city and expanded several times over. Even the main gate is now decorated with mahogany patterns.

The three thousand gold coins are gone; the Bald family still couldn't save the shop.

Lotte tried asking passersby on the street, but none of them had ever heard of the store.

To Lott's surprise, Hagen's blacksmith shop was still in the same location, and even still in business.

The sound of blacksmithing could be heard from inside the house from time to time, and the lamplight spread out like a carpet on the grass in front of the yard, enticing Lotte to go there.

He knocked on the door and went inside.

Upon entering, there is a series of small windmills hanging on the wall. The walls inside the house are all painted pink, and even the floor is covered with warm-toned wooden flooring.

If it weren't for the weapons and armor hanging on the wall, Lotte would have thought this was a toy store.

Behind the transparent counter, a little girl was dozing off, oblivious to the sound of the wind chimes.

Isolde walked into the house, glanced around casually, and said softly, "You want to buy weapons?"

"Just browsing. I have a habit of visiting weapon shops whenever I arrive in a new town."

The two people's voices startled the little girl on the bench. She rubbed her eyes and, seeing that there were customers in the shop, said softly, "Welcome to Hagen Blacksmith Shop. What would you two like to order?"

Lotte walked over to the wall where the family photo was hanging and couldn't help but marvel at how hard Hagen had worked over the years, and how prosperous the family had become.

It seems that blacksmithing is really profitable.

Lotte pointed to the top portrait on the wall, "Who is this? He looks strangely familiar."

“That’s my ancestor, my great-great-great-grandfather…”

"Alright, alright." Lott waved his hand, as if afraid the girl wouldn't catch her breath. "Do you know how old he lived to be?"

"143 is old."

Lott nodded. Fortunately, Hagen did not suffer from any serious illness and died peacefully of old age, saving Lott the trouble of reminding him after returning to reality.

Lotte randomly picked out a sword and handed it to the little girl.

"Sir, there are 10 silver coins in total."

Lotte touched the pouch behind her back, only to find it empty.

"Lord Isolde, I didn't bring any money."

In the end, Isolde paid the money.

After the two left the blacksmith's shop, Isolde asked, "Is this sword better than the Knights' swords?"

"No."

"You've taken a fancy to that girl from earlier?" Even Isolde couldn't help but ask, "Or should I pay for things to please her?"

"No, that's not it. It's just that the person named Hagen looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

Lotte no longer recognized any of the people or shops in the town.

There is no Chloris, no Baldr, and no Seger.

Only the maple leaves remain unchanged.

As the two passed through the town square, they were drawn to a statue.

Lott walked over and, by the dim light, carefully examined the annotations, word by word.

[Commemorating the 100th anniversary of the extinguishing of the Lava Golem's core]

Two hundred years ago, the Mage Guild organized a team of mages from the entire Attenborough region to defeat the Lava Golem. Although they suffered casualties, they successfully completed the defeat.

However, after the crystal core of the lava golem was dug out, it suddenly exploded, and flames continuously spewed out from its body, burning for a full hundred years.

The crystal core was very close to Fengen Town, which affected the town and caused a large-scale migration of its population.

Perhaps it was around that time that Baldr and the others left.

Lott and Isolde sat on a bench in the square for a while to rest. Maple leaves fell on Isolde's trousers, but she didn't brush them off. Instead, Lott helped her remove a few.

"Isolde, are you...married?"

"No."

"Has he not fallen in love with anyone in over 200 years?"

"No."

Lott didn't know why he asked her these questions; perhaps it was the environment he was in that made him feel the emptiness that time brought.

"Lotte, how old are you this year?"

"28."

Isolde turned to look at Loth, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

Compared to this little boy who was only about a tenth of his age, Isolde was like an ancestor.

Lott noticed Isolde's embarrassment and said, "I remember that [Cataclysmic] level beings can live for a long time, right? If you convert that to real age, Isolde, you're only about 18 years old."

Isolde nodded and looked at her palm.

Even after 200 years of weathering, her body remains as youthful as a girl's, showing no signs of aging.

"Lotte, you're going to the elven territory tomorrow. I'll pick you up and make sure you're safe."

Isolde did not choose to enter the elven territory with Loth because she was unable to cure her own poison.

"Don't worry, I won't run around. But I have a question: you can freely enter and leave the elven territory after mastering purification magic, but what about me?"

Lotte couldn't imagine the scene of him and Isolde holding hands and purifying together.

"You stay here."

"Stay here?"

“Yes.” Isolde nodded. “I will go to the city in the elven territory alone to find items that can resist the corruption of magic, and then I will come to find you.”

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know. A month, a year, ten years, who knows. But I won't abandon you, I promise you."

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Lord Isolde?"

If Isolde leaves, Lot will be unable to complete the [Original Deduction].

Isolde swayed her head gently from side to side, her hair fluttering in the evening breeze. "Because of you, I was able to master purification magic. You will suffer unimaginable pain, just so that I will not suffer. I swear in the name of Isolde that no matter how many reincarnations I go through, I will keep my promise."

The soft moonlight fell on her profile, drifting down her hair to Lotte's shoulder.

"Understood, thank you."

Early the next morning.

Lotte got up early, packed his things, and prepared to enter the forest.

Isolde brought him lunch and a tent, and stood on the other side of the river watching Lot walk into the elven territory.

Lott suddenly felt that Isolde was like taking a kindergarten child to school.

Judging from their age, that is indeed the case.

The moment Lot stepped into the elven territory, his internal organs were constantly being squeezed by magic, and a feeling of heaviness began to accumulate within him.

He walked a little further inside, making sure Isolde wouldn't hear anything, before sitting down under a tree.

A purple magic circle appeared on the ground, and Mia emerged from it.

The [Quick Casting] skill on Lotte's panel has also changed from 10/100 to 30/100.

"Mia, can you search for monsters nearby?"

Mia nodded, sniffed around, and turned to look in one direction.

Lotte got up while clutching his lower abdomen and followed it in that direction for a long time.

After parting the leaves, he saw a doe with a ghostly green glow grazing on the grass.

Having received the life force of a legendary dragon, Lot reigned supreme in this territory. He endured the pain, charged at the doe, activated his Oath of Protection, and immediately ended the battle, leaving the doe lying on the ground.

The doe groaned softly, her body pinned down by Lotte's knees, unable to rise at all.

Lotte set the sword aside, opened his right hand, and aimed it at the deer's head.

【Wind Blade】

The light in the palm gradually brightened, forming two rotating magic circles.

Without a staff and without arcane magic, Paladin Lot's magic was practically powerless.

But he doesn't need much magical power.

A green wind blade shot out from the palm, cleanly severing the monster's head and delivering the final, fatal blow.

【风刃Lv.1（0/100）→（50/100）】