Xingtie: Can’t you just let me focus on completing the commissions?

No?

Is it in this river?

Tiernan began to wonder if he had come to the wrong place.

This...this must be the situation, right?

The multiverse setting commonly seen in novels and comics?

I must have come to a parallel world.

That's right, the reason that the end of stagnant water is a parallel world seems quite reasonable, no, it's extremely reasonable.

[Mood value from Tirnan +99]

but,

Is it a world where everyone is alive?

It seems pretty good.

The man who had just been resurrected began to fall into a hypnotic state of his own thoughts; otherwise, he couldn't explain the current situation at all.

The dead self suddenly comes back to life.

My old friend, who was presumed dead long ago, suddenly came back to life.

A stranger, a younger generation, told him that it was now more than a thousand years after his death.

then,

The old friend I had been worried about was still alive and kicking more than a thousand years later.

How could such a thing be possible?

[Mood value from Tirnan +99]

Will Old (Haohao) Deng be ruined?

Mr. Emiya looked at his senior with a somewhat subtle expression, but he could also somewhat understand the other's current feelings.

Before he died, he was thinking of returning to Pinocchio to help his old friend, but he never expected that when he opened his eyes a thousand years later, his old friend would still be alive.

If he were to see that his old friend actually has the face of a young boy and is working as a waiter at this Daydream Hotel, his emotions would probably become even more unpredictable...

"Guest, I've brought your luggage up. May I come in now?"

A voice slowly came from outside the door.

Emiya heard that familiar voice, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Tirnan.

"Senior, please don't be afraid of what I'm about to tell you."

"Fear? I didn't know what fear was back in the day when I chased the entire Zhuluo Star System with two guns!"

“...Outside the door is Mikhail.”

"ah???".

Chapter 298: The destination of the journey is actually quite flexible.

A boy wearing a dark black top hat and with long, flowing blue-white hair pushed a stroller into the room.

When he stepped into the room, there was more than one person inside.

There are four.

The two were sitting.

The two are floating.

Floating?

The young waiter silently watched the two floating guests, falling into silence. One of them looked strangely familiar, and although he couldn't remember his name, he was certain that he should know him.

Tirnan, however, stared intently at the hat on the boy's head. He couldn't be mistaken, and there was absolutely no way he could be mistaken—that hat…it was Mr. Amundsen's hat.

On the day he, Mikhail, and Lazarina disembarked, the hat that Granholm handed to Mikhail was the hat of the former navigator, Mr. Amundsen!

Therefore,

This guy……

Is it really Mikhail?!

but,

How could it be such a face?

A weak face, completely unlike that of an unknown traveler who had experienced countless adventures.

No, there is another possibility.

Is this guy some kind of Mikhail's child? 407

"Misha!!! It's Captain Revolver! Tick-tock!!!! It's Captain Revolver!!!!"

"Captain Revolver? Where is he?"

The young waiter looked around blankly, while the little figure beside him jumped and shouted frantically.

"There! Isn't that Captain Revolver floating there? Misha, what's wrong? Captain Revolver is a great friend who went on all sorts of adventures with Princess Mirror and Clockwork Boy. How can you not remember him?"

"Isn't that an animated character?"

His gaze fell on Tirnan over there, and some strange images in his mind were trying to emerge from the depths of his memory. However, lacking the key index, he could not directly revive his memories.

“Captain Revolver is not an animated character, but a real person, Mikhail. You’ve come at the perfect time.”

“Mikhail? Sorry, that’s my grandfather’s name. My name is Misha…”

“Mikhail Shar, that is your real surname. Perhaps even if I tell you the name Ragwalk, you won’t be able to recall much.”

"However, you should be familiar with the name I'm about to mention."

The young waiter looked up, somewhat confused. The next moment, he heard the man softly utter a simple name.

“Boreklin…”

"Tirnan".

Almost instinctively, Misha uttered the name, but his expression remained blank.

“Lazarina Jane…”

"Estella".

“Falken…”

"Mr. Amundsen."

She kept uttering unfamiliar names, but Misha couldn't recall any precise information about these people; it was as if these names were already engraved deep in her memory.

"Hanunu, Mika, Gofemu..."

"Bomb Head, Crybaby, Masked Clown, Liar's Cup, Armchair Boy, Hatter..."

One unfamiliar name after another, unfamiliar code names kept coming out of his mouth. At this moment, Tirnan could no longer deny that the boy in front of him was his old friend whom he had been separated from for many years.

“Mikhail Shar Lagvok”.

As he uttered that last name again, his gaze gradually calmed down. Chaotic and fragmented memories, like a receding tide, rose from the depths of his mind to the surface. From those jumbled memories, another part of his self finally returned here.

"I never expected something like this to happen."

His voice suddenly sounded much older, and although it was somewhat weak, there wasn't a trace of despondency or weariness.

When he looked at the floating figure again, a calm yet relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Long time no see, Tiernan. If you count the time, it's been over a thousand years since we last met."

"...Are you still alive?"

Tirnan seemed to gradually realize something as well. He asked the boy in front of him in a trembling voice, but the latter only smiled.

(chdd)

"Whether I am alive or not is not important. When I realized that my body could no longer support me to move forward, I transformed myself into a special form of existence. To say that I am alive... well, I could barely be considered alive, but it is for the sake of the last goal."

finished,

His gaze fell on Emiya, and then he spoke.

“I was waiting for the nameless visitor to come again, and now that goal has been achieved, Tirnan… my journey is about to come to an end.”

"It seems that Senior Lazarina is still alive..."

"Well, actually, I still have a little bit of time left on my journey."

The destination of the journey is quite flexible.

Mr. Emiya smiled, and then said again,

“I can resurrect Mr. Tirnan, and I can naturally resurrect you as well. As long as the objects of the predecessors can be preserved, and if the obsessions of the predecessors can still be preserved in those objects, I can resurrect you.”

"Well, I have to admit, my journey can start again."

Tirnan was both angry and amused by these words. This bastard could continue his journey as long as Lazarina was alive, but when he saw that his journey was about to end, he said something completely different.

This guy just saw him come back and planned to shirk his responsibilities and leave the rest to him.

but,

What's certain is that this guy's condition is indeed not good.

but,

Among the Nameless One's descendants emerged a freak like Emiya, capable of summoning the souls of the dead and resurrecting them.

Even if Mikhail wanted to take his final bow now, he would probably be forcibly pulled back up from below.

"Alright, gentlemen, this long-awaited reunion should have given you more time to get to know each other, but unfortunately, senior Mikhail, you still need to continue acting out your script and find a way to get what you intend to entrust to the Nameless Guest into the hands of that little gray-haired guy next door."

"The script? I see..."

When Emiya uttered the word "script," many of Mikhail's questions were immediately answered.

Why would anyone know their identity when they had amnesia?

Why would anyone know the names of those people who have been buried in history?

If it were the person recalling "The Flowing Light of Memories," then it would be somewhat understandable and barely comprehensible.

But the man before him was clearly a real person with flesh and blood, completely different from his meme self.

"Is my role to hand over all the burdens I bear to that nameless neighbor next door?"

"That's right, so we'll need your guidance. Once this is over, we'll welcome the three of you back to the train crew."

"I see. If things go wrong, the three of us won't be able to go back?"

"No, they should go back, you stay."

"...You seem to be a bit too realistic, junior."

Who told you to have a criminal record? The last person who trusted you was blown up and left paralyzed on one side, confined to a wheelchair ever since. If it weren't for their other tricks, they would have ruined their life at your hands.

[P.S.: I went out for dinner today and got back a bit late, so that's only two updates for now. I'll see if I can make up for it tomorrow.]

Chapter 299: I must enter the dream immediately!

"Professor, I have a question that I would like to get an answer from you."

"Although I would prefer you to think for yourself, you are a smart person, and you probably already have a decision in mind before seeking answers from me."

Inside the company's spaceship's reception room, Sand Gold gazed at the scholar from the Erudite Society before him, and then spoke.

"Admittedly, I do have some parts of the answer, but the specific details require further clarification using your expertise."

"You have doubts, and the fact that you're so careful to avoid Pinocene when consulting me about this topic probably isn't simple... It must be directly related to Pinocene, the upper echelons of the family, right?"