Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 143 I Found the Anchor Point
A moment.

The beastmen all returned to the brightly lit hall.

Scarlett asked them one by one, "How long have we been married?"

Everyone's faces stiffened, and they were all at a loss for words. They smiled awkwardly, trying to evade the question with bitter expressions, their eyes full of apology.

It's Dzeko's turn.

Without hesitation, Zheko replied, "One year, three months, and twenty-eight days."

Mo Ting, who was not far away, glared and slowly turned to Zhe Ke.

The answer was almost perfect, but he couldn't help but tease him, "You remember so clearly, it seems you've had a tough time, counting down the days one by one, haven't you?"

Dzeko said, "Life in the Herald Palace is entirely at His Highness's disposal. Does that sound like you're criticizing His Highness?"

Mo Ting stood up, his eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a sword.

"All right."

Seeing that they were starting to have a falling out, Scarlett quickly stepped in the middle and continued, "The time here is wrong."

Actually, everyone knows that the time here is wrong, but we need to go into the specifics of why it's wrong.

If you only look at that mechanical pendulum clock, the time might seem normal.

However, the frequent chiming of the bells coming from the castle made everyone wary.

Riley asked astutely, "Has Your Highness discovered something?"

Scarlett nodded, walked over to Tyron, and introduced him to everyone: "He's not Saviour, he's Tyron."

If you want to get out with Tyron's help, you have to acknowledge his existence.

Scarlett had no intention of hiding Sevier's special nature from everyone.

"Tyron? What the heck? Isn't he Saviola?" Brian asked, puzzled.

Scarlett explained, "He is Saviour, and he is Tyrion. They are twin brothers, sharing the same body and soul."

"Soul symbiosis?" Ashley's eyes widened in astonishment.

This was the first time he had ever heard such a statement.

He had only heard of schizophrenia at the research institute.

Chi Ye didn't believe it. He squatted down in front of Tyron, looked at his face, and pinched the flesh on his cheek. "This is clearly Sylvia..."

The words are not finished yet.

A damp chill crept up his cheeks.

His sinister gaze rose and fell like the tides, devoid of any emotion, repeatedly radiating chill, as cold as frost.

Chi Ye raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand. This guy might actually not be Saviola.

Looks can't deceive.

Holster subtly released his spiritual energy onto the ground, spreading it to Tyron's side. Touching the icy aura emanating from Tyron, he smiled and looked at him. "Tyron, in the language of Arga, means 'Sea God.' They are guardian deities created specifically to protect the mermaid race. They are not born, but souls that must endure endless trials to be born. Sevier once said he grew up on a desolate planet; you were probably born there, right?"

Tyron was surprised that someone knew his identity so well. He looked up at Holster and smiled, "Yes, I am his guardian angel."

They were called guardian deities, but they were actually more like servants.

Since Sevia was unable to protect himself, he had to come out and protect him.

Sylvia lived on the desolate planet for sixteen years, and he suffered there for sixteen years.

Even Sylvia's mental strength and abilities were bestowed upon her by him.

From birth, he had to carry the burden of Sevier's entire life and constantly grow stronger.

Sometimes, he really wanted to kill Sevier and end this absurd life.

pity.

He can't kill Sevilla; they'll be together forever.

Riley's gaze swept calmly across Tyron's face, a hint of pity in his eyes, and he sighed, "The guardians of the merfolk are destined to spend their lives working for others. They had no choice, nor could they be given the opportunity to choose. Sevier's mental strength has reached A+ level; his guardian must have borne an even heavier price."

Riley sighed, seemingly expressing his feelings, but actually conveying a message to Scarlett.

Scarlett received it perfectly.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he knew how to persuade Tyron.

She stepped forward and shared her thoughts, “We’ve all been misled by the time here; it’s not actually midnight yet. I asked you earlier if you remembered how long we’ve been married to confirm your perception of time in this environment.”

Scarlett looked at Zheko. "Zheko is right, but he might also be wrong."

She held up the electronic calendar in her hand and quietly looked at the time on it.

next second.

Time jumps.

3225 10 Month 31 Day.

"clang……"

"clang……"

"clang……"

The bell tolled again.

The group looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

Scarlett calmly asked Zheko, "Zheko, how long have we been married?"

Zheko blurted out, "One year, three months, and twenty-nine days."

These words caused an uproar, and everyone stared in disbelief for a long time before they came to their senses.

Zheko was also stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed.

How could this be?
He glanced at Scarlett in surprise.

Scarlett had already turned her gaze to Tyron. "Tyron, how long have we been married?"

Tyron didn't answer immediately, but stared at Scarlett, a slight smile playing on his thin lips. "You want to use me?" Scarlett said, "I'm not using you, but trying to accept you."

Tyron was taken aback. "Accept?"

Scarlett said frankly, "If I wanted to use you, I wouldn't communicate with everyone in front of you. I revealed your identity so that everyone would know you exist."

“Before, you were always working hard for Sevia; now you can work hard for yourself.”

"You are also my beast husband, so it is only right that you accompany me to the competition. This is your duty and responsibility, Tyron."

Scarlett not only needs Tyron's help, but also needs to reduce his dissatisfaction with Sevilla.

Otherwise, next time, he will use other methods to provoke others and kill himself.

It's dangerous here; she can't let this "what if" happen.

Perhaps in this respect, she did take advantage of Tyron.

She wasn't Tyrion; she hadn't experienced his pain, and she didn't know how to alleviate it, but she didn't want Saviour to die.

Tyron's gaze gradually changed, a sense of unease flickering in his deep eyes, like a spear and shield opposing each other. One side wanted to prove itself to be the strongest, capable of piercing through everything, while the other wanted to maintain its position as the most resilient, capable of blocking everything.

He struggled repeatedly in this unease, trying to find a breakthrough to escape the entanglement of spear and shield.

He looked up at Scarlett.

Scarlett was looking at him too.

A determined gaze is enough to see through everything.

this moment.

He felt that his soul had found an anchor in the boundless sea, and that his life of wandering at sea could finally come to a stop.

"We have been married for one year and twenty-six days."

……

……

The next day.

Before dawn, before the snow stopped, the mechanical pendulum clock continued its tireless swinging; the time was three in the afternoon.

The date on the electronic calendar is November 29, 3225.

Nine people sat in the hall.

They glanced at each other.

"clang……"

"clang……"

"clang……"

The twelve bells rang out.

"It's really midnight," said Tyron, who has a precise grasp of time.

However, the door did not appear.

"Where's the door?"

Where is the door?

"Should we look elsewhere?"

"Is he just talking nonsense?"

The others couldn't help but look at them with skepticism.

Scarlett, however, trusted Tyrone completely. She glanced at him, giving him an affirming look, and then pointed to the castle gate, saying, "Who says there's no door? Isn't this it?"

Tyron stood up and volunteered, "I'll go take a look."

Zheko reached out to stop him, "Your mental strength is low, you're easily injured, I'll go."

His healing and defensive abilities are top-notch, and even if there is danger outside, it is not enough to harm his foundation.

He walked to the door and opened it.

A flash of white light, and everything around changed.

They returned to their tent on the desolate planet A9.

"Your Highness, congratulations on clearing the level."

Martin appeared at the right moment, bent over slightly, and handed the real pass to Scarlett.

Scarlett took the pass and asked, "Is this for real this time?"

Martin smiled and said, "Really, Your Highness, don't worry."

"Okay, I believe you."

Scarlett gripped her pass and asked curiously, "Am I number one?"

Martin shook his head. "Your Highness, no."

"Alright, then that proves that Your Highness still needs to work harder."

She patted Martin on the shoulder. "Thank you."

Martin smiled and gave up his seat.

Zheko led the way for Scarlett, and the others followed.

Moments later, they disappeared from the desolate planet A9.

Martin closed the portal, picked up the electronic calendar from the ground, and adjusted the time on it.

3125 11 Month 30 Day.

Hanging on the door.

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