You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

Lott lay on the ground, panting heavily.

The sky began to spin because of the toxins, but Lott didn't care at all.

He has finally mastered the speed chanting to level 3.

Currently, his casting time has been greatly reduced. Once he becomes a Constructor, his casting time will be compressed to within 3 to 5 seconds, almost instantaneous.

Lotte wouldn't dare say he was the only one who had mastered rapid chanting, but he was at least among the top mages.

In recent days, Lott has also noticed that his body has indeed undergone some kind of change.

Simply put, it means lifespan is reduced.

Repeated injuries and treatments over a long period of time, while not accumulating toxins, are extremely taxing and torturous for the body.

His muscles even look a bit aged.

No normal person would use this method except for Lotte.

However, without this method, it is almost impossible to gather enough magic to quickly chant Lv.3.

"Miya, tell me, am I the only one?"

"Hee~"

Lotte slowly got up, dragging his heavy body, and walked step by step toward Isolde.

"Could it be that Isolde has also mastered fast chanting?"

Rapid chanting can only be practiced by novice to intermediate mages, and Isolde, who has a second profession, may have actually mastered it.

After passing through the woods, Lotte returned to the shore.

Isolde sat on the bank, lost in thought, her hand in the river, letting the water carry away her thoughts.

"Isolde, what's wrong?"

Isolde withdrew her hand and carefully wiped it with a handkerchief.

"It's OK."

After crossing the river, Lotte skillfully took off his clothes and lay down on the ground.

With a gentle touch of her hand, Isolde made all the magical wounds on Lot's body disappear.

"Wow, that's impressive. Have you fully mastered purification magic?"

“Hmm.” Isolde nodded. “But I can sense that your body has aged a lot, and I can’t purify it. You really won’t live past 20 years.”

“It’s alright.” Lott waved his hand generously. “Let’s not talk about that. When are you going to the Elven territory?”

"tonight."

"So fast?" Lott finished dressing and walked with her towards Maple Town. "Want to grab a bite or something?"

"No need. I'll set off as soon as I get back."

It was evening when the two returned to Maple Town, and Isolde had already packed all her things.

Actually, it's nothing much, just some food and clothing.

She shouldered her pack, changed into armor and a cloak, and hung her sword by her side.

“Stay in Maple Town for now,” Isolde said. “I’ll come to pick you up later.”

"Okay. But what if we don't have a necklace that can resist magical intrusion?"

“It will happen,” Isolde repeated. “It will happen.”

Isolde left.

She left so abruptly that even Lott thought she was just going for a stroll nearby.

If she were to stay for a farewell meal, she wouldn't be Isolde.

Lotte scratched his head, standing at the town gate watching Isolde's small figure gradually melt into the setting sun and finally disappear.

"Mr. Lott, has your wife... left?"

Lotte turned around and saw that it was Lily, a descendant of the Hagen family.

Lily and the pregnant Hagen look nothing alike, and thankfully they don't.

"Let's go, let's go." Lott and Lily walked back to Maple Town together. "I don't know when we'll be back."

"Then you..."

Looking into the girl's bright eyes beside him, Lotte suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Lotte is now a paladin, far surpassing the average level of adventurers in Maple Town. In Lily's eyes, he is the "amazing older brother" that people talk about.

"Lily, how old are you?"

"14."

Lott rubbed her head. "So young. My wife is over two hundred years old."

"Over two hundred years old?!"

“But I estimate it’s more than that. She’s hiding her age; she might be over a thousand years old.”

"Mr. Lott, you must be lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you."

The setting sun cast long, long shadows of the two people, blending into the bustling streets of Maple Town.

After Isolde left, Lot never went to the Elven realm again.

Isolde left him a large sum of money, enough to last him a lifetime.

But he would occasionally take on missions from the Adventurers' Guild, cultivate a good relationship with the receptionist, and inquire about what had happened in the last two hundred years.

The major events that happened were nothing more than a prince launching a coup or a war breaking out between countries.

During the day, he continued to hunt monsters and practice his skills. At night, he would return to the inn to read.

Without the magic of the Elven Territory, his skill level began to slow down. Three months had passed, and only [Arcane Missile] and [Wind Blade] had reached Lv.3.

Lotte now has 24 attribute points, a number that is enough for him to fight against a mid-level mage.

He only dared to ramp up his magic proficiency when Isolde was away.

One day, Lily came to the inn to visit Lotte again.

"Lily, why don't you go and play with more kids your own age?"

"Why don't you go out and play with people your own age, Mr. Nalot? Ever since your wife left, you've been all alone and have no friends."

"I don't like making friends."

"Is Mr. Lott still grieving over Madam's passing?"

"Hmm? Why would you think that?"

Lily pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lott. "You two seem to have a very good relationship, Mr. Lott. Could you tell me about your wife's story?"

"No way. I don't know anything about her story."

Lily clung to Lott's arm and shook it incessantly until Lott couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. What do you want to hear?"

"How did you and Lord Isolde meet?"

"It's pretty bad, I don't really want to talk about it."

"How did they fall in love?"

"I can't remember, and I don't really want to talk about it."

Lily pouted, "Then you must know what kind of person your wife is!"

"He only loves eating bread, and sometimes he sleepwalks and kicks me in the middle of the night, but he's also very hardworking. That's about the kind of person he is."

"What kind of answer is that?"

“I don’t really know her.” Lott rubbed Lily’s head. “We’re probably only together for money.”

"Is she after your money?"

“I was after her money.” Lott glanced out the window. “Lily, you should go back now, it’s getting dark. Your mother will worry.”

"Alright. Mr. Nalot, remember to come visit me at the shop another day, I'm so bored by myself."

"Alright, go ahead."

Lily leaned against the door, her face flushed, and said to Lott, "If your wife comes back, remember to let me know."

At this moment, Lotte's panel popped up.

[Isolde's death sends the world back in time]

Lotte's vision began to turn white, and Lily stopped in her tracks, gradually being swallowed up by the white light.

Isolde chooses to inherit the "Tears of Alfheim," and the world rewinds to 221 AD.

He's going to see Isolde.

The wails gradually rose behind me, and the setting sun was replaced by the dawn of a new world.

Lotte returned to Orlandis, back to the castle.

The smell of blood mingled with a faint floral fragrance, and Isolde returned with him.

No matter where they are separated in this world, they will be reunited upon death.

White hair gently brushed against Lot's cheek, and Isolde took a step closer to Lot.

She took out a necklace and handed it to Lott.

"For you."

Lott didn't take it immediately: "What is this?"

"What we agreed upon."

"What...a promise?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Isolde's hand, which was handing out the necklace, froze in mid-air.

Her icy blue eyes widened slightly at that moment, reflecting Lotte's confused face.

With her death, the memories of Maple Town remained forever in the collapsed world.

Chapter 66 After accepting my gift, there's no need to say thank you.

In the sunlight, the sapphire necklace shone with a dazzling light.

As Isolde moved her hand slightly, tiny specks of light trembled incessantly on her face.

She forgot.

Forgetting death is not a beginning, but an end.

Isolde looked down at the "Tears of Alfheim" in her hand and remained silent for a long time.

Developing feelings in the simulation world is a major taboo; it's an abyss from which there's no turning back, and it will cause indelible damage to your real self.

She came here to become a "legendary" figure, not to find love or enjoy life.

Isolde slowly clenched her fist, hiding the "Tears of Alfheim" in her palm.

Following her previous habits, she would choose to speak as little as possible, or even avoid communicating with Lotte altogether, in future interactions to prevent a similar situation from happening again.

Because Isolde always did this, no matter what kind of people she met.

Isolde stretched out her hand to Loth, and the "Tears of Alfheim" suddenly slipped from her palm.

The necklace didn't fall to the ground; instead, it hung steadily on her fingertips.

Isolde asked, "Is it beautiful?"

"Hmm? It looks good."

"It's yours."

Isolde took a step closer to Lot, her hands holding the necklace, and reached down to fasten it around the back of Lot's neck herself.