Operation Red Book

Ivy's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse. This state began when she saw the tragic situation at the Chinese wharf with her own eyes.

She has always been clear that she is a person of the 21st century. She was born in the beginning of the 20s. Everything around her is fast and convenient, and the people around her are happy and comfortable.

In this 19th century that has been eroded by the acid rain of history, Ivy cannot see its full picture at all. She can only recognize this glorious and decadent end of the century through its dark green surface and the sky with billowing smoke.

She thinks she is superior to others, has thoughts and knowledge that transcend her time, and has the wisdom and courage to see through history.

The French Revolution was a turning point in history, but to her it was just an insignificant fighting game on the Switch...

The legend of Catherine the Great will be passed down for thousands of years, but for her, it was just a moment of time...

The British Empire will disappear, the Qing Dynasty will fall, the Soviet regime will emit red sparks, and communism will eventually lead human society to a more lasting future...

The established fact, like a walnut, had been buried in Ivy's mind since she fell off the steam train bound for London.

That is why she can constantly escape her thoughts from the torrent of the times so as not to fall into the trap of time.

But history is a big monster. Time is its eyes, thoughts are its tentacles, and numerous events of all sizes make up its uneven skin.

It was not until she witnessed history itself that Ivy finally understood - as a member of the human army, she had already fallen into the vortex of history.

Strangely, she did not lose control, but just calmly accepted the fact that she was an ordinary, insignificant human being.

This thought made her completely relaxed, but the corresponding price was that she had to endure more pain and suffering.

For example, the Chinese wharf she loved was in crisis right now...

If she wants to prevent the destruction of the Chinese Wharf, Britain, and the world, Ivy must stop the dangerous non-human creatures.

Jasper, this powerful demon, is a thorny problem. Human power alone may not be enough...

The gangsters led by Zhao Minghua behaved very strangely. She had no idea who they were and what happened in the shipwreck...

Also, Jasper is so nervous... What kind of existence is this "mastermind"?

After waking up, Ivy thought about these three questions over and over again. In addition to talking with Mr. Zhu about the current situation of the Chinese wharf, she spent all night searching for information.

Speaking of which, apart from Mr. Victor and Mr. Zhu, Ivy has not spoken to anyone else.

The crisis at the Chinese wharf was unusual. She didn't dare to create unnecessary trouble, let alone involve irrelevant people.

Especially Joshua...

Over the past six months, he has suffered countless injuries, ranging from bleeding to losing half his life.

He shouldn't have gotten involved in her affairs, just as Ivy had thought before - if it weren't for this bizarre time travel, their lives would never have intersected.

Thinking of this, Ivy couldn't help but shed tears again.

Anxiety and worry were like two black bears with fierce eyes, magnified infinitely in Ivy's heart, almost swallowing her whole body in one bite.

"Are you okay? Ivy..."

A melodious and gentle voice sounded behind her, scaring Ivy so much that she screamed.

"who!"

Ivy turned around hurriedly, but there was nothing behind her except the dark blue and silent night.

She was a little nervous. The voice was neither familiar nor strange.

For some reason, she suddenly turned over her right hand.

Between her slender white knuckles, a tiny red mole lay quietly on the knuckle of her little finger.

Ivy still hasn't figured out when this red mole appeared.

All she remembered was that it was an afternoon two weeks ago when she broke a teacup and the broken porcelain pieces cut her little finger, but the blood that flowed was completely absorbed by the skin under the knuckle, and only then did she discover the red mole.

Ivy stared at her fingers for a long time, feeling a little dazed.

She rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, sighed deeply, and turned around again...

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

This time, that melodious and gentle sound appeared before her eyes.

Lord Leon's bloodless face came close to her, and the tip of his tall and upturned nose almost touched the tip of her lips.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

"Shh!"

Lord Leon smiled and pulled the fleeing Ivy back to his side. His fingers, as light as mist, touched her face restlessly, slowly stirring the black hair on her temples.

And the little finger right next to his eye had the same red mole on his knuckle as the one on Ivy's hand.

"I won't eat you, so why would you run away when you see me?"

"Last time you just wanted to eat me!" Ivy screamed.

She tried to break free from Lord Leon's claws, but couldn't move at all.

"Then I won't eat you this time."

"I do not believe!"

"Really, look."

Lord Leon let go of Ivy and took a big step back.

Ivy frowned and looked over, only to see that Lord Leon's body had turned into a translucent soul.

He was still wearing the red and white Roman noble dress, and his long yellow hair, like dead grass, was combed back at the back of his head.

In his translucent state, his face became even paler, and his skin all over his body turned blue like a white man who had been dead for three days.

He looked less like a vampire and more like a Roman spirit taking a leisurely stroll after an Italian dinner.

Ivy rubbed her wrist again. The place where Lord Leon had just grabbed it was still aching.

She scrunched her face up in annoyance and tried to breathe but couldn't.

Although she was not as nervous as before, she did not let her guard down.

"Why are you here? Hasn't your consciousness space collapsed?"

Ivy asked as she looked at Lord Leon carefully.

"The Mirror of the Underworld is just a portal, but the space of consciousness will never perish."

Lord Leon stood in Ivy's direction, but was stopped by Ivy's hand.

"This is your consciousness space. In layman's terms, this is your dreamland... As for why I am here, which explanation do you want to hear?"

Lord Leon walked forward again, and this time, he directly grabbed Ivy's hand.

Ivy tried to break free but failed, and could only be met with Lord Leon's relaxed smile.

"I will not be sealed in this space of consciousness and be slaughtered by others. God is my enemy, and I will never succumb to him..."

"Since I can't go to the real world, I will travel through all the consciousness spaces. No matter if I am a dandelion or a piece of driftwood on the river, as long as it is a consciousness space, I can appear..."

He explained word for word, but Ivy didn't want to listen at all.

She was already weighed down by all sorts of troubles, so how could she be in the mood to deal with more troubles now?

"There's another reason. Um... I feel bad seeing you, my fiancée..."

Lord Leon continued, his tone filled with undisguised joy.

"Who is your fiancée? I don't want to see you, I want to wake up!" Ivy screamed again.

She struggled even harder, but Lord Leon's grip on her hand was as firm as an iron nail and could not be challenged.

A tear flowed anxiously from Ivy's eyes and flowed onto the grass under her feet as she dodged frantically.

In an instant, the meadow turned into a large colorful botanical garden, with a stream flowing at her feet, just like the beautiful Monet garden before.

Ivy was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank, and the memories that had caused her so much pain seemed to be disappearing from her brain.

"Perhaps I can help you..."

Lord Leon's gentle voice sounded above, followed by a large area of ​​comfortable coolness.

The red eyeballs passed in front of Ivy's eyes, with naked greed and desire undisguised, like a glass of intoxicating fragrance of Bacardi, blurring Ivy's consciousness in just a flash.

The coldness roamed across her cheeks, with the most dangerous distance being the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose.

Later, there was wetness, heat, and stickiness, which appeared around Ivy's ears and neck.

The burden on her body was thrown away completely, and Ivy felt that her body was as cool as an ice kiln, but her cheeks were as hot as flames.

Lord Leon bit her collarbone, leaving two bloody marks of varying depths.

"There's a beautiful blue rose in mine, would you like to see it?"

The magnetic tenderness almost drowned Ivy. She was wrapped in the coolness and could not hear the spring breeze passing over her head, nor the gurgling of the water.

She licked her lips and shuddered her throat on instinct.

"Um……"