Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

How can it be?

I asked my grandmother, and she said that no one in her family could live past 300 years. 200 years was considered a long life.

Forget about resisting altogether.

Until I got an injection and fell into a drowsy state. I wanted to grab her skirt, but was stopped by the foreigners around me.

Are you dreaming?

Miao Xueer. Live to 2023?

Chapter 154 If you have the courage, you can give it a try

2 month 1 day.

reality.

Europe, the Eagle Country, London.

Placed in a gorgeous room, the coffin is made of pure crystal.

Refrigeration technology is now very advanced. I can't even compare the difference between my body now and a hundred years ago.

Quite a lot of time has passed.

Seven hundred years?

Or how long?

The year 102 is simply a time counted from the time of Elizabeth. The year 2023 mentioned by Plato is not nearly 2000 years from now.

But for me, that was still an unbearable amount of time.

"Queen Eliza, are you going out?"

"..."

The servants were dressed in elegant tuxedos.

女性

Compared to the last time they woke up, their hair accessories have changed a lot in style.

I just asked for a glass of red wine.

Asked for a pack of cigarettes.

Marlboro. They said that although the brand name originated in the Eagle Country, Marlboro was eventually registered independently in another big country.

It is a well-known cigarette brand.

The cigarette box I wanted had been in the coffin with me for hundreds of years. Now I finally found the same one.

"Click, click, click..."

"Queen Eliza?"

Of course the servants wouldn't understand.

Why should I ask her to buy the same cigarette when I don't know how to smoke and then crush it and throw it away like garbage?

Just a look.

I still remember how he used this thing to 'trick' Zeke into working for him.

"You go out."

Watch the servant leave.

The vague memories in my head became clearer and clearer.

My grandmother died.

Died of old age.

Before he died, he told me, "If you can't bear it, it won't be a disgrace to the Eliza royal family if you give up."

However, what I really care about is not whether giving up would be a disgrace to my royal status.

Why can’t you bear it?

Isn't it just enduring the bone-chilling cold? Isn't it just giving up most of the different lives I could have had?

Compared to that.

What I can't stand even more is that Plato left those things...

Just like teaching a child, treating me like a toddler. He taught me everything, from what I should do today, what I can devote myself to, what to do when I feel lost, how to remove it from my memory when I can't accept the reality, etc. There are too many tedious things.

Pillow?

What is this dirty thing made of rags and cotton? I wrote on it that I can hold it when I can't sleep?

A three year old?

In fact, relying on myself, I could only pretend to be calm and live like a puppet. That was the limit at that time.

Grandma might regret telling me about the 'curse'.

At that time she said that she had a way to keep me alive for a long time.

But living long does not necessarily mean seeing good things. Plato may not want to see me.

I'm an old man now. Is that what you mean?

In short, I do not agree with the story Plato tells.

Why?

People from different times passed letters to each other and developed feelings for each other.

In the end, we were never able to meet. Should I follow the story and erect a monument? Leave a letter from hundreds of years ago to express my love?

I have always been of the opinion that if I want it, I take it, and if I don’t want it, I don’t want

Plato is my thing.

If you leave without my permission in Eliza's time, you will be paraded through the streets as a deserter and eventually beheaded.

The so-called curse.

At first, I was just buried deep underground. I was put in a special coffin. I drank blood provided by my grandmother. She said that blood was made by the church to develop a lifespan similar to mine.

In fact, before Plato destroyed that small holy city, my grandmother and her friends had already been thinking about how to fight against the church.

I might be considered subject number 1.

But I'm not afraid.

I could endure 49 years of living alone.

Even if it's 490 years, I can survive it.

the first time.

After 20 years, I was dug out.

be awakened.

Grandma is a little older.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

I am in good health, so of course I will continue.

the second time.

50 years.

My grandmother has wrinkles on her eyelids.

But it looks like only middle-aged human.

"I know you won't give up."

"But have you ever thought about how you would survive if I were gone? Who would poach you?"

"..."

indeed.

When I woke up this time, many people around my grandmother had changed. I heard that Zeke, Plato's most loyal subordinate, had also died of illness.

My grandmother said she would teach me new abilities.

They are totally different from my parents. They don’t have any political tricks or the art of dealing with people.

“There are many ways to be good at using people.”

"We are born different from others and are called heretics. But in reality, we are superior to them."

"If I dig you two more times, you'll probably die."

"Before I die, you must learn how to control the forces I leave behind."

I didn't know my grandmother before.

Only then did I truly understand that she was good at controlling people with her red eyes and more advanced charm.

Completely different from my low-level charm.

I didn't understand how my grandmother came to that point, but she just patted me on the shoulder.

"You are my sister's child."

"The bloodline is the same. You can use the seeds I planted, too."

"I agree to this because of my own selfish motives."

"When Plato first told me about 2023, I didn't believe it. But the more we talked, the more I realized that Plato was not a pioneer. What he described was not in line with his ability. He couldn't describe something he hadn't seen."

"If one can draw a map of the world through imagination alone, then he is not a man. He is a god."

"I hope……"

"The Eliza family will last forever and will still exist in 2023. Of course, I have no children, and your mother and I have always been like siblings."

"Although you have never seen me before, I can say that I have watched you grow up. Whether it is my sister or you, you are the same..."

"If you set your mind on something, you must get it."

"So, if you don't regret it, just do it. It's no big deal. We are not human beings anyway, so why should we apply human standards?"

"As long as you are happy and think it is worth it, that's all."

does it worth?

I think it's worth it.

So, I spent a month learning how to use the power of blood to control the forces that my grandmother mentioned. It was very simple, because their lives were in my hands, and a glance could decide their life or death. Everything they had was cultivated by my grandmother. They were also smart humans selected by my grandmother.

If I die, they will die too.

Only when I live can they live.

……

The fifth excavation.

It wasn't my grandmother who did it, it was the succubus beside her.

She was also the little succubus who insisted on recognizing Plato as her brother. Now that she is old, she no longer insists on being Plato's sister like she did in the past.

I ask her.

"Do you remember Plato?"

"..."

She hesitated for a long time, as if she finally remembered, "The person who saved me from the church. But, I can't remember what he looked like."

"Do you still want to be his sister?"

"But, he's gone now, right? I can't be the boss."