Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Compared to her previous image as a sexy high school girl, Wraith has completely transformed into a sharp and beautiful woman, with even her height and figure changed.

In fact, in the previous ten minutes she had changed her appearance more than five times, making her look either familiar or unfamiliar to Su Qing'an.

Himeko Murata, Theresa, a fashion magazine cover girl, a leading lady in popular movies, an award-winning actress, a kind-looking old man, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

However, under the boy's calm and uninteresting gaze, Wraith eventually reverted to her current appearance and dutifully continued to play the role of a competent bartender.

This is Wraith's favorite face, and it's also the face shown in all of Destiny's information.

No one knows whether this is Wraith's true appearance.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps her true appearance has long been hidden in the secret files of the core of destiny.

But for someone who can change her appearance at any time, her real appearance doesn't seem to matter.

But in any case, others must have thought that this appearance was very much favored by Wraith, and she always used this beautiful and sharp-looking face when she didn't need to disguise herself.

Most of the time, she also likes to wear a cynical smile, looking like a distinctive young woman who still harbors passionate dreams and ideals.

Like many Valkyries with burning beliefs, Wraith may have had her own reasons for embarking on this path of carnage. Now, no one can understand how much of the once blazing fire in her heart remains.

“Miss Wraith, let me confirm again, this mission is to retrieve the items that Destiny lost at the auction, right?”

Su Qing'an reviewed the mission details again and spoke to Wraith, who was still playing the role-playing game.

Given the mission issuer's past record, he had to be cautious in this regard; the other party's calculations and probing of him were so meticulous that they even deliberately controlled the armed helicopter's fuel tanks.

He had roughly calculated that if the helicopter deviated from the correct flight path, it would run out of fuel before reaching its destination.

If it really comes to that, besides experiencing a novel life through skydiving, the mission time will also exceed the allotted time.

Meanwhile, the process of waiting for rescue is unlikely to be pleasant.

Wraith put down the clean glass, her slender fingers resting lightly on the table, her nails exceptionally clean and tidy.

The brightly colored nail polish she wore when she was disguised as a high school girl has completely disappeared.

Clearly, as a qualified performer, Wraith pays great attention to every subtle detail, even the tone of his voice has changed noticeably.

Wraith picked up another glass, and under the orange light, the glass reflected a beautiful arc of light in her hand. Her well-defined knuckles moved, and the glass began to dance dangerously between her fingers, as if it might fall to the ground at any moment.

She answered while performing her acrobatics:

"I don't know what your mission is."

"Refusing to review task information that is irrelevant to us is a rule and a habit in our line of work."

Su Qing'an frowned and said:

"Theoretically, my resume and rank do not qualify me to accept missions independently, so there should be a Valkyrie in charge of leading the team for this mission."

"According to the information that gave me the mission, you, who are supposed to be my partner for this mission, should be the one to meet me."

According to the mission information, the mission was not difficult. If the information was accurate, he could theoretically complete the mission by himself. Therefore, it was a reasonable decision to have Wraith, an A-rank Valkyrie skilled in disguise and assassination, lead the team.

However, according to Wraith, she doesn't seem to be her teammate.

Wraith ended her unappreciated finger dance, put down her cup, and explained with a smile:

"I'm just here to meet you, and on the side, I'll also cater to the demands of my superiors. That's all I have to do."

Does such a small task as rescuing someone really require the deployment of an A-rank Valkyrie? Just as Su Qing'an began to have doubts, the other party continued:

"The reason I was brought here is simple: at least for the time being, I am in charge of this base, so it is theoretically my responsibility to hand over the personnel who have missions to be carried out here."

Her smile was strange. After taking acting lessons from Nishikujo Sara, Su Qing'an once thought she had the ability to tell whether other people's smiles were genuine or fake, but this ability was completely useless on Wraith.

This can only be explained by the fact that Nishikujo Sara's acting skills were not as good as Wraith's.

Su Qing'an's intuition was not like Kiana's beast-like innate talent; this intuition stemmed from the strength of her soul essence and the existence of her sword heart.

He could only sense a vague sense of crisis, but he found it difficult to rely on intuition to see through lies.

If the other party's malice is slightly reduced, one can only rely on pure experience and personal ability to make a judgment.

Therefore, in Su Qing'an's view, Wraith is a terrifying person in some ways.

It's unlikely that using the same trick on someone like her will work again next time.

But Su Qing'an had no intention of thinking about the simulated battle against the other side at the moment. He asked:

"So, my teammates will arrive at this base before 3 PM to meet up with me, right?"

Wraith nodded and smiled, saying:

"Both the notification I received and my personal judgment indicated that the other party did not need my assistance."

"She will arrive within the stipulated time; she has always been a very punctual person."

The boy understood the implication of the other person's words. He tapped his fingers lightly on the counter and said:

"Are you very familiar with her?"

Wraith flashed a smile completely different from before, one that held a distinctly wicked glint in it, and she said:

"Of course, just like you, she can also see through my disguise. I've been on several missions with her, and the conclusion I've come to is that even if you're a good-for-nothing who just slacks off, it won't affect the completion of the mission."

Su Qing'an didn't feel unhappy; if that were the case, it would be best for him.

This troublesome and unexpected mission was best ended within a day, and he hoped to see the girl who used to watch the sea at dusk again before tomorrow night.

For some reason, ever since the first time she saw the sea with her, Su Qing'an disliked the idea of ​​facing such a vast and boundless landscape alone.

That slender figure, appearing so tiny against the backdrop of the sea and the sky, was like a thousand bubbles that splashed up and then disappeared into the endless ocean, ready to vanish silently into the sea of ​​people at any moment.

Su Qing'an was confident that she could find Wraith in the crowded airport, but for some reason she had no confidence that she could find even a trace of her again.

Also.

He hoped that his plane ticket wouldn't be subject to any strange tampering on his way back.

So, Su Qing'an responded nonchalantly:

"A very high evaluation."

He threw the paper into the brazier that Wraith had prepared beforehand, and the blazing flames burned it all away before quietly extinguishing it.

Just as the fire in the brazier went out, a faint sound came from the doorway, drawing their attention.

A girl in a trench coat, bathed in the sunlight streaming against the current, stepped through the door.

With the curtains drawn shut, only the warm glow of the chandelier on the bar counter could vaguely illuminate the indistinct outline of her face.

The girl walked over, speaking softly:

"Rank A Fu Hua. Here to hand over the mission."

Wraith smiled and waved to her, completely ignoring Su Qing'an's increasingly strange expression.

Upon seeing the other person, Fu Hua frowned and said:

"It's Wraith. Are you the one who's meeting me again this time?"

"Same as always, hand me the task list."

Su Qing'an looked at the girl's natural and practiced actions, turned her back to the door, and interrupted the very formulaic work process, saying:

"Huh, what a coincidence."

The girl's usually indifferent face showed a rare hint of surprise. After a brief moment of calm, her expression remained complex and subtle. She let out a long sigh inwardly and said:

"Su Qing'an, what a coincidence."

At that moment, she finally understood what Otto meant by those words.

As always, a perverse sense of humor.

Both of them knew perfectly well that this was no coincidence at all; it was the result of a deliberate arrangement.

Unconsciously, Su Qing'an cast aside her aversion to the mission and looked at Fu Hua's helpless expression, pondering the matter seriously.

Perhaps, this mission isn't so bad after all.

He wasn't in a hurry to go back.

115. The distance between hearts.

Wraith pulled a sealed black leather bag from under the bar, placed it on the counter, and said softly:

"These are the items needed for the mission, provided by headquarters."

"This place will be your base for the time being. Of course, if you need any equipment, you can let me know in advance. Although we don't have high-end items like Valkyrie armor here, we have everything else you could want."

Wraith snapped her fingers, and the liquor cabinet behind her disappeared to the sides with a barely audible mechanical sound, replaced by a wall displaying all sorts of weapons.

This place is less like a bar and more like a shady weapons shop, with the owner having extensive connections and seemingly a collecting hobby.

This wall is filled with specialties from various countries and exclusive weapons from Destiny, making it a very thoughtful equipment arsenal.

Su Qing'an and Fu Hua exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously. Both understood each other's strength. While firearms weren't entirely useless, carrying them was a hassle and a weakness unless absolutely necessary.

Do more harm than good.

They were heading to an auction house, a place where things related to Honkai were being auctioned off. The security was extremely tight, and it wasn't easy to bring weapons in.

Wraith shrugged, seemingly unsurprised by their choice. Perhaps asking such a question was just a routine matter. Valkyries rarely go on missions fully armed; their basic Valkyrie armor is sufficient for most situations. In a special place like Singapore, a large number of firearms would only make subsequent reports extremely difficult.

“Okay.” She waved her hand, and the bar was redecorated with a counter full of vodka and champagne, making the atmosphere perfectly normal again.

To maintain its regular operation as a cover, Wraith would work as a proper male waiter at night.

Those heartbroken people drowning their sorrows in alcohol, ignorant young people, and girls in pleated skirts or hoodies all swell with emotion and desire in this fabricated illusion of light and the evaporation of alcohol, indulging in a fleeting dream in the hazy night.

But with just a snap of the fingers of the bartender, the seemingly peaceful world before them would unfold a completely different scene.

In a sense, it's both magical and interesting.

Su Qing'an made no attempt to hide Wraith's presence; he unfastened his black leather bag and took out a file folder.

He handed Fu Hua a modestly designed invitation card, which listed the invitee's identity and was filled with words of praise.

The statement ends with a formula.

[A tribute to Miss Anastasia, we look forward to your visit.]