Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

However, it's all just speculation.

The first thing Ingrid wanted to confirm was where the Seekers' Path originated from and whether there was a Seekers' Path in the world before Greenville.

If Greenville is the source of everything...

Well, dear Miss Greenville, I am no longer obsessed with the past, I just want to get to know you again. This will be the story of the new Ingrid and the new Greenville.

It’s okay to just pass by each other.

It's also good to become close friends.

Everything is full of novelty and without regrets.

When the heavy rain stopped, Ingrid immediately put on a black robe that covered most of her face and walked towards the Kingdom of Vistapa.

Sixty-five years later, the old king of Vistapa has returned.

23 The Lost Years, Tong Yao and Ingrid toast to celebrate【6000】

The main continent in the year 418 was relatively dull.

But this calmness is only on the surface; there is thunder beneath the calm lake.

Many years later, faced with mountains of data, those historians and archaeologists will always miss this seemingly peaceful year.

Because only when they focus on this year can they sort out the many complicated clues of history.

This year, the Kingdom of Kara Hillis was on the verge of collapse, but because the Red Hunter Territory in the west completely stopped its eastward expansion, the newly crowned King Banks III was able to continue to play badly in a good mood.

It is impossible to resist, he simply does not have the ability to do so. It is better to seize the time and enjoy life like his father who has been the heir to the throne for decades.

Be a king for a day and be a cook for a day.

Banks III was a foodie and particularly liked to study various new dishes himself. Under his leadership, the world's first barrel of wine was brewed.

No one in this era could have imagined how much impact this thing that could make people drunk would have on the world, just as no one in this era could have imagined how much shock the Red Hunter Lord would cause by constantly sending people to the north to search for his ancestral land.

This year, a war broke out between two feuding tribes in the northeast.

There was a traitor in one of the tribes. Under the traitor's planning, the tribal chief died tragically, and the chief's son was also captured and tortured.

At the critical moment, the loyal maid sacrificed herself to release the chief's son from the cage. The chief's son fled all the way north with deep hatred.

When he was thirsty, he scooped up some snow from the ground. When he was hungry, he grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from the roadside. He almost died on the ice field several times due to a high fever.

At one point he even had hallucinations.

In the hallucination, he was sitting beside a warm campfire, with his deceased parents and maidservants beside him. They drank goat milk together and talked about their wishes for the New Year.

Outside the illusion, a giant frost dragon fell down, opened its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and intended to swallow him in one gulp.

Originally, the chief's son would have been buried silently in the dragon's belly.

But at this moment, a demon hunter passing by shot and killed the frost dragon. The demon hunter took the dragon's heart. When he was about to leave, he inadvertently found that his hand trembled.

The witcher came over and examined it.

Although the witcher felt that he was doomed to die in his physical condition, he still took off his coat and covered him with it.

The witcher may have intended to send the chief to his death, but this unintentional act saved the life of the chief's son.

The chieftain's son was not frozen to death. In a warm embrace, his consciousness was reawakened. He struggled to drink the dragon's blood flowing on the ice.

A few days later, a dragon son with the blood of the frost dragon was born.

Although the Son of the Dragon has a desire for revenge, he is still licking his wounds on the endless ice field, so no one knows what he will bring when he returns to his homeland.

In the same year, the largest ship of the era, the Pliana, officially left the port of Pliana, a famous city in the Eastern Ocean Alliance.

According to the original plan, the Pliana would sail south along the coastline, avoiding the orcs' settlements and looking for new sources of spices.

The spice trade is an important source of income for the Seaport Alliance, but by far the largest spice producing areas are occupied by the orcs living in the southeast of the continent.

Every year, the Seaport Alliance spends a lot of money on purchasing spices. The Seaport Alliance has also considered directly invading the place of origin of spices, but after thinking about the fighting power of those orcs, they gave up this unrealistic plan.

Let’s try to continue sailing south to see if we can find a new origin of spices.

The Pliana embarked on a journey southward, carrying the hopes of countless merchants from the Seaport Alliance. However, when passing through the Lookout Peninsula, a sudden storm directly swept the Pliana into the depths of the ocean.

In the storm, the crew of the Pliana was shivering. At this time, they could never have imagined that there was a huge whirlpool in the direction they were heading, where lived the People of Night and Kranos.

Compared to these major events, Ingrid's awakening seemed insignificant.

It’s not that Ingrid’s awakening has little impact on the world, but mainly because no one could have imagined that Her Majesty the Queen, who had disappeared for many years, would return at this time, not even Koira, who had been looking forward to this moment day and night.

And Ingrid had no intention of returning to the throne of Vistapa.

She let go of her obsession with resurrecting Greenville and supporting Farrow's dream.

Everything has turned into the dust of the past and washed away by the heavy summer rain. Now she just wants to be a good Ingrid.

For Ingrid, this was not a simple resuscitation, but a second birth like Tia regaining wisdom.

When she first came into this world, she didn't even have a childhood.

This time, she wanted to explore Greenville's past while experiencing the life of a normal person that she had never experienced before.

On May 5, Ingrid woke up.

On May 5, after wandering in the wilderness for three whole days, Ingrid finally encountered the first human village.

On May 5, Ingrid arrived at the small town of Moonfall in the northwest corner of the Kingdom of Vistapa.

The afterglow of dusk has not yet completely faded, and bright lights have already been lit along the streets and alleys of the town.

These lights are connected into a long dragon, leading all the way to the center of the town where a bonfire is burning. Here, townspeople in strange costumes are performing shows with laughter.

That night, everyone in the town, both adults and children, spontaneously gathered around the bonfire in the center of the town.

Ingrid had never seen such a bustling scene anywhere other than Vistapa.

After asking around, she found out that today was a very important festival in the Kingdom of Vistapa, the Day of Peace.

"Anning Festival?"

"No way, young lady, you don't even know about Anding Festival?"

The townspeople who were being questioned looked at Ingrid in surprise, as most of her face was covered by the hood.

This is truly unbelievable.

The Settlement Day is a national festival, known even to the barbarians and orcs in the west.

Ingrid, who was questioned, remained calm.

As long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

She had slept for too long and desperately needed to know what had happened in her absence.

The best news is that after all the trouble she caused, the Kingdom of Vistapa did not collapse and has continued to this day.

The townspeople who were questioned explained: "17 years ago, the undead invaded the Kingdom of Vistapa. The brave warriors fought a bloody battle near Kundelburg and finally repelled the undead. Since then, May 5th of each year has been designated as the Day of Peace."

After a bloody battle where lives are at stake, stability is the greatest reward for everyone involved.

On this day, the common people of Vistapa would gather around the bonfire to watch the ghost-fighting performance.

On this day, the family will sit together, eat snacks, drink freshly squeezed juice, and chat about seemingly meaningless topics.

Stability, stability, stability...

"Tell me more about Vestapa and I'll give you a reward."

As the townspeople told her story, Ingrid's thoughts flew far away.

Fly to Histine six years ago and watch the army of the Kingdom of Vistapa retreat in panic.

Fly to the Kundelburg battlefield 17 years ago, and look at the blood of various races and forces working together to resist the undead.

Fly to the night of Vistapa City 21 years ago, and watch from afar the determination of the female swordsman from Treya who drew her sword to assassinate the Mad King Granchi for her master.

Fly to the venue of the Grand Council 43 years ago, and look at the majesty of Eldino from the Lucan family of the Snow Tower tribe officially taking over the crown from the Nefa family.

This flight was accompanied by 64 years of ups and downs.

Ingrid stood there blankly, the firelight illuminating her eyes, and she seemed a little dazed.

Although she had anticipated that many things would happen during her absence, when she actually heard about these things, she still couldn't help but feel a sense of great changes.

The change was so great that she couldn't even recognize him.

The throne changed, the world was in turmoil, and someone even found Farrow's body...

Is this a dream?

If she hadn't made inappropriate arrangements, there wouldn't have been so many unexpected events in the Kingdom of Vistapa, right?

"Miss, hello, Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Just as Ingrid was losing consciousness, the townsman she was questioning couldn't help but call out to her repeatedly.

This call woke Ingrid up immediately. She turned her head away, looked at the anxious expressions on the townspeople's faces, and said with a smile, "Thank you. I'm fine. I just heard about so many things that happened suddenly, and I felt a little sad for a while."

It’s bad enough that you don’t know about the Anding Festival, but you don’t even know so many important things. Miss, it’s not appropriate to say that you are a savage. Could you have just crawled out of the ground?

The townspeople grumbled among themselves.

He did not spend too much energy guessing Ingrid's identity. Although she took a beautiful gem, she was just a passer-by after all. There was no need to delve into her identity.

"Miss, the past is the past. We still have to learn to look forward. This is the meaning of the Anning Festival."

Anding Day is a festival to commemorate heroes, a festival to pay tribute to ancestors, and a festival to look forward to a better future!

At least on this day, less sentimentality and more joy will make us more sociable.

Ingrid stared at the townspeople in front of her in a daze. In the end, she didn't say much, but just nodded.

No one can predict the future, we can only do our best.

It is actually a blessing for her to feel sad at this time. How many people can live two "lives" like her, and then look back in the second "life" to see the changes in the world after they leave?

Ingrid entered a nearby store and ordered a large glass of local specialty juice.

Under the glow of lights, covered by the cheers of the crowd, and stimulated by the slightly sour juice, she savored the lost 69 years.

Gradually, a smile appeared on her face.

"The Sword Princess is still alive."

"The spirit of Faro is still blessing Vistapa."

"And Aurora, she's a more powerful witch, she can't possibly die..."

In the new era, it is actually a kind of happiness for her to meet so many old friends as she is brand new, isn’t it?

"Are you right, Miss Greenville?!"

Ingrid raised the large wooden cup in her hand.

Under the dim light, she seemed as if the familiar Greenville was sitting across the table from her, with the same cup in front of her.

As she raised her glass, Grimmville also raised her glass.

Bang!

The two cups touched each other gently, making a pleasant sound.

Then Ingrid raised her head and drank the juice in the glass.

Although she was drinking juice, her grayish-white cheeks had a faint blush on them, which was inexplicably cute and made people feel that she would get drunk very quickly if she drank alcohol.

You are right, Ingrid, you were once the princess of the city-state of Atlas, you were once the queen of Vestapa, and now, you are Ingrid, the one and only Ingrid!

Tong Yao also raised her head and drank the juice in the cup.

But no one saw this scene. After clinking glasses, she disappeared. In Ingrid's view, what happened just now was just a beautiful illusion that appeared when she was reminiscing about the past.

It's just that this illusion is a little too good.

Raising a toast with the person she loves to celebrate her rebirth both physically and spiritually, Ingrid felt like she was being romanticized by herself.

She stood up and slammed the cup down on the table.

Now is not the time to be depressed, enjoy this once-a-year festival!

Under the gaze of Tong Yao, Ingrid walked into the firelight outside. She bought roadside snacks like a child and squeezed into the crowd to watch the ghost-fighting performance like a fan of the fun.