An invincible journey starting from a different race

Fortunately, the strongest combat power is still on our side.

This strange idea popped up in Jer's mind involuntarily.

Since Olde revealed the absolute one-shot fact at the very beginning, the direction previously considered is no longer applicable and must be reconsidered.

Stank thought for a moment and said, "Since everyone knows about this, it's like playing your cards straight. Everyone has their own ideas about you... but at least only five people have succeeded, right?"

Alder nodded.

"So, assuming their pregnancies are fine, and your Absolute One shot is indeed effective," Stank said as he pondered, "that means the remaining four have all betrayed you. In that case, who do you think is the most unruly of the four? Who's most likely to betray you and put the green additive in your head? We can pick her out first!"

Ah, that’s a good idea!

Jer and Ganqiu both cast admiring glances at Stank.

A smug smile appeared on Stank's face.

But this smile did not last long, and was broken by Olde's words, "Ah, then I think they are all possible."

Is it possible?

Stank no longer knew what expression to use to express his emotions at the moment.

"You mean, your five harem... all have the possibility of cheating on you?!"

Alder nodded, "Yeah."

"You're so fucking calm!" Stank was really going crazy. "When you choose your harem, don't you consider character at all?"

Older looked at Stank in surprise, as if wondering why his silly son could ask such nonsense: "Of course not. Shouldn't figure and appearance be the most important things?"

“Why not look at character?”

"What you said," Older said disapprovingly, "Why would someone with good character follow me?"

With just one sentence, Stank was silenced.

Shit, damn, that makes so much fucking sense.

Stank had no other options left and collapsed on the ground, sighing.

At this time, Aesop, who had been silent for a long time, stood up and said, "Why don't you let me try."

"Let you?" The others looked at Aesop.

Aesop nodded and said, "After returning from the snowfield, I learned some memory magic. I should be able to try to recreate the scene of that night."

Hmm...it seems like that's indeed a solution.

Stank remembered how Aesop described his memory magic in the snowfield, and felt a little scared, but when he thought that Aesop was looking at his own father anyway, it didn't matter at all.

So he nodded and agreed, and Olde did not object, so Aesop walked up to Olde, put his hand on his forehead, and then closed his eyes.

After a while, Aesop slowly said: "Ah, I see."

"Ah, can you really see it?"

"Yeah, that's pretty clear."

"Who is it then?" Stank asked impatiently.

"My name seems to be Liv."

"That's my mom! Stop looking! Stop looking you bastard!"

294 When one grows old, one cannot use muscles and bones for strength

"Ah, sorry." Aesop withdrew his hand and said to the agitated Stank, "I'm not very proficient in memory magic yet. I've only practiced it briefly. Generally speaking, it takes more than ten years of practice to be considered proficient in memory magic, and I've only been practicing for the equivalent of two and a half years."

"I don't care if it's one and a half or two and a half years!" Stank was really upset, his eyelids twitching. "Anyway, you can't just look around. Can you pinpoint that night? If not, then don't look around!"

"Don't worry." Aesop made an "OJBK" gesture towards Stank. "Everyone is not very skilled the first time, but the second and third times will be different. You will get it right after a few tries. Just tell your father to relax, I will definitely succeed."

"...You'd better say it's really memory magic."

Stank really didn't want Aesop to continue watching. Who knows what other scenes this guy would see that he shouldn't see.

But there is no other way now. My unreliable father knows nothing and can't remember anything. Now I can only count on Aesop.

"I beg you, Aesop." Stank raised a finger towards Aesop and said in a pleading tone, "Can you be reliable just this once? Can you be reliable just this once?"

"Don't worry." Aesop gave Stank a thumbs up. "Besides, when have I ever been unreliable?"

Looking at Aesop's confident look, Stank really didn't know what to say. He could only sigh and let Aesop continue to try.

After getting Stank's permission, Aesop once again placed his hand on Old's forehead and began a new round of memory search.

This time, it took him much longer than last time.

However, he would open his eyes from time to time and stare at Olde for a few seconds, making Stank think that he had found the memory. Then he would immediately close his eyes and continue searching without saying what he had discovered.

This went on for five or six times. When Stank couldn't help but want to pull him down, he finally opened his eyes and ended the memory magic.

"Well, we finally succeeded this time!" Stank immediately came up, fearing that Aesop would say something inappropriate again, so he quickly reminded, "Think it over before you speak!"

At this time, Olde also opened his eyes, looked at Aesop with some curiosity, and said, "Your technique is quite good. I have encountered magicians who can use memory magic before, but their techniques... are quite stiff and painful for me. Which magic school did you study in, and who is your teacher? Maybe I know him."

"Ahem...at a time like this, don't pay attention to things that have nothing to do with you!"

Stank said angrily, while thinking to himself that his old man was really very good at paying attention to key points.

If you ask who Aesop's teacher was, the answer will really scare you to death.

Aesop naturally wouldn't tell Olde who his teacher was, so he went straight to the point and said, "I did find one... but there's more than one."

"What do you mean more than once?" Stank was shocked. "You mean, my dad was happy more than once that night?!"

"Oh, that's not the case," Aesop said. "I mean, I found a few memories that fit the criteria, but I'm not sure which one."

"How many memories meet the requirements?" Stank frowned and asked in confusion, "Why is this happening?"

"Because Mr. Older experienced Happy more than once while drunk," Aesop said, "and when people are drunk, their memories are very limited. Basically, they don't know when or who they were with, and only have one or two particularly striking moments, which form a memory point. There are three such memory points in total. And the experience that night must be among them."

Stank couldn't help but glance at Olde. It turned out that his father had this experience of getting drunk and having fun with someone he didn't know, three times!

I really don’t know what to say.

Jer asked, "Then how can we tell which part it is?"

Aesop said, "You can only ask Mr. Olde about this."

After hearing what Aesop said, Older frowned slightly. "How can I know which one it is if you put it that way? Are there any differences between these three memories?"

"Yes." Aesop nodded and said, "These three memories are fifteen minutes, seven minutes, and thirty-two seconds respectively."

Several people were slightly stunned, and they didn't react to what was said at first.

But after they reacted, everyone's expression became very subtle.

Is this fucking okay?

Everyone looked at Olde, who also understood the cruel reality he was facing. He did not answer immediately, but lit a cigarette with trembling hands and slowly spoke of the past: "In the past, I was still very strong, but after all, old people can't rely on muscles and bones for strength."

"So it's the thirty-two-second segment?"

Olde's body trembled violently, and his body, which originally looked very strong, was now a little hunched.

Finally, he took a deep puff of his cigarette, then sighed heavily and said nothing.

But everything he wanted to say was already integrated into this sigh.

At that moment, Stank looked at his father and suddenly felt a great sadness.

Then, Gan Qiu's words, "You can still run for 32 seconds at such an old age, you are not lying, right?" broke his defense and he couldn't help laughing.

The sadness and loneliness immediately turned into a cheerful atmosphere, and even Olde couldn't help but almost choked on the smoke.

After barely calming down, Olde turned to look at Aesop and asked, "So, do you know who it is?"

"It's too early to draw any conclusions, because I don't know the five people you mentioned, and you don't have any specific images of them in your memory," Aesop said. "So the information we can get is quite limited."

"It's okay if it's limited, it's better than nothing," said Olde. "Tell me, height or weight?"

"Neither." Aesop shook his head, then raised his hand, made a gesture of holding something, and said, "About this size."

After being stunned for a moment, they realized what Aesop said.

Wow, you don’t know your height or weight, but you know this!

Several people looked at Aesop speechlessly, and Aesop explained: "This is not my memory, it is Mr. Olde's memory. This is all Mr. Olde can remember about that night."

...Even though she was drunk, she still remembered the size and weight of her breasts. Stank didn't know how to complain.

"But what's the use of knowing this news..." Gan Qiu just started to speak, but was interrupted by Olde.

"No, it really works." Older stared at Aesop's hand and said slowly, "If it's confirmed to be this size, then at least one can be eliminated, or even two!"

Stank turned around and looked at his father in shock: "You can rule this out directly?"

"Of course." Older glanced at Stank. "This is very important information, okay? In my prime, your father could rely on his breasts..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Stank interrupted Alder's boasting with a headache, "Since we can rule it out, hurry up and find the real unlucky guy."

Older was a little dissatisfied: "How can he be unlucky? If he finds her, she will be my legitimate wife and your mother."

Although Stank really wanted to confront Olde and say that he would never call anyone "Mom" again, once he opened his mouth, it would mean that he would quarrel with Olde again. Now he had already shown his eyes in front of Aesop and Jer, so he should keep some dignity and not bother with this old man.

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"The candidates have been narrowed down to three. That's easy to eliminate." Jer clapped his hands. "Then all you need to do next is tell us who those three people are, and we can help you find your real wife."

"Yes." Aesop nodded and said, "If you find it troublesome, I can also help you verify it."

Older looked up at Aesop and asked, "How do you want to verify it?"

Aesop raised his hand and grabbed at the air.

The corner of Older's mouth twitched slightly. "Well, this is my wife after all, so it's better for me to verify it myself. You have come a long way, so you should go and rest first."

Seeing what Olde said, they couldn't force him to do anything, so they just nodded and prepared to leave.

But when Aesop walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at Olde, thought for a moment, and asked, "What's the name of the magician who gave you the absolute one-shot?"

While Olde was still trying to figure out who that size belonged to, he was slightly stunned when he heard Aesop ask, "Are you talking about that magician?"

Aesop nodded. When he used memory magic on Olde just now, he sensed a familiar magical aura on him, so he asked this question.

"Oh, she's a famous female magician," said Olde. "Her name is Demia."

Aesop's eyelids twitched immediately.

On the other side of the Demon King's Castle, Demia, who was originally taking a nap on the thighs of Death Abyss, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately stood up from the white thighs, his beautiful eyes filled with joy.

"Hehehe, my little junior brother." Demia licked his seductive red lips, "I finally found you."

295 I can become the devil only because I don't have a cow

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" When Demia was in ecstasy because he had found Aesop's trace, Death Abyss was naturally woken up. She was very irritable and chopped Demia's head with a knife. "Let the Demon King sleep!"

However, the knife did not hit Demia's head, but was blocked by a magic barrier.

Demia looked up at Death Abyss. Not only was she not angry, she smiled and said, "What's the point of sleeping? I have something more interesting here. Do you want to know what it is?"

"You already shouted it out just now, do you think I'm deaf?" Death Abyss said unhappily, "Isn't it just that we found the whereabouts of your junior brother again...huh? Why did you say 'again'? Hasn't your junior brother been staying in Nightmare Town the whole time? We haven't lost contact with him."

"No, no, no, he is not in Dream Demon Town now." Demia said, "He ran to another place... To be precise, he should have run into the small trap I set for him. "

Death Abyss looked at Demia suspiciously and asked, "Another little trap?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"That little trap you set last time..." Death Abyss said through gritted teeth, "You got me caught in it!"

"Uh, haha, that was an accident."

"What a surprise!" Death Abyss clenched his fists and said, "Thanks to your planning last time, my body is still clean, but my spirit is not. So, am I clean or unclean now?"

"As long as you think you're clean, then you're clean," Demia said with a smile. "There's no need to worry about such things."

Death Abyss snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to argue with Demia at all, so he lay down again, turned over with his back to Demia, and planned to continue sleeping.