Super Righteous Player
Chapter 856 - 394: Scholar Lu Calls the Expert (Two in One)

Chapter 856: Chapter 394: Scholar Lu Calls the Expert (Two in One)

After a good while, Philip gradually came to himself.

Even so, he seemed to have aged several years. At the moment when that dulled expression appeared, the carefree, hearty smile also vanished from his face.

"You... look familiar."

Philip no longer denied his identity.

He implicitly accepted Victor’s words and raised his head to counter-question, "Then who are you?

"To recognize me, to know my true surname; even to be acquainted with Master Chiron, to know what sins Master Chiron had committed, to know information about the Great Calamity Curio, to know that Master Chiron might be aware of the secrets to the fall of the imperial capital... who are you, exactly?"

Without waiting for Victor’s response, Philip answered his own question, "You must have met me before. But I have no recollection of you, so you are most likely not an elf of my age.

"You have gray eyes — but pure-blooded elves should have green eyes... If I’m not mistaken, when an elf’s eye color turns to a metallic hue, it’s a sign of multiple violations of the taboo."

Philip narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned slightly back, "You used to consume curse energy for prolonged periods. This would make an elf’s clear and pure condensed soul turn metallic.

"And you carry a heavy sin yet still live to this day... This indicates you must have performed great deeds, even enough to compensate for the sin of consuming the Blood of the World. Additionally, you came here from the Winter Principality as the Hand of Winter, accompanying His Majesty Annan..."

His voice grew lower and lower.

Prince Philip was furrowing his brows in thought.

And Victor did not interrupt him, merely standing behind Annan in a servant’s attire with a smile on his face. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture elegant and straight.

"...Who are you, after all?"

A long time passed before Prince Philip finally asked, frowning, "Memories of such a long span... I can’t recall anymore."

His memory loss was too severe.

Every time he used the Fourth History, he would lose a quarter of his memories — which, of course, were not memories of his first life, but all the memories he had while using the Fourth History.

And the quarter of the memories lost was not a neat chop but as if data corruption had ruined some details from all memories.

He had been reincarnated so many times that the memories of his earliest life had become fragmented and scattered.

It was already quite something for him to recognize Chiron and know his own name.

— It was almost like senile dementia.

Annan thought.

And faced with Philip’s presentation, Victor did not seem surprised.

He just shook his head slightly and in a leading manner said, "I am Victor, Victor Frostword... do you still remember?"

"You..."

Philip’s brow was tightly furrowed.

Victor continued, "I lived in an era before ’Winter’ came into existence. I am the founder of the ’Frostspeaker’ profession, the first frost language scholar in the world.

"I simplified the complex and inherently powerful dragon language, which is both unspeakable and incomprehensible to mortals, by removing some excessively fierce yang words, modifying some sounds that elves could not utter, and altering the grammar... I invented ’Frost Speech’, a language that even elves could speak and dragons could understand.

"I am the first elf without any Dragon Race bloodline to be bestowed with the name ’Frostspeech’ by the Elder Mother. Because my ’Frostspeech’ is not a family surname or the name of a ’Frost Speech Dragon Race,’ it is my title... just as you were once named ’The Rhetorician’ by the Emperor.

"My wife was a dragon. She was the biological younger sister of the contemporary Frost Duke, and also the promoter of ’Frost Speech’ among the dragon community. She was not only my lover but also my mentor, and the partner who helped me create the language of ’Frost Speech’..."

At this point, Victor suddenly paused.

Then, he began speaking again, "Of course, for mortals... another identity of mine is more memorable to them.

"I am the fourth-generation Tower Master of the Storm Tower... that is, ’Lady of the Storm,’ Altas Frostword’s biological father, the Guardian of the Storm Ladies from the fourth to the tenth generation, and also the initiator and advocate of the ’Curse-Energy Abstinence’ movement.

"I have already said so much... do you still remember me? Or to say, do you still remember your elf self?"

Victor’s words left Philip in continuous silence.

The elf with frosty hair and gray eyes sighed, looking toward Philip, who was still somewhat bewildered.

There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, mixed with pity, "Flamell — in the elven language, this surname is called ’Person of Wisdom.’ Your most outstanding descendant, Nicholas Flamell, was the improver of the Philosopher’s Stone.

"The Philosopher’s Stone could extend the lifespan of Transcendents of the Gold rank, greatly enhancing their power. And I believe, he would certainly not know... what a grotesque form his ancestor had adopted in order to ’survive.’"

Annan raised an eyebrow.

He had realized the crux of the issue.

Through so many rebirths, Philip’s memories from his first life had long been fragmented and incomplete. Aside from still remembering that he was once betrayed wholesale by the first Noah King and still knowing who he was... he had practically forgotten all common knowledge as an elf.

Even Philip himself might have started to doubt his initial memories. Those tattered memories might inevitably have forgotten some details... so Philip could only rely on logic and imagination to patch them up.

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