Hragore, the ruler of the Tarlond continent - It is said that there are three leaders in the dragon, who are in charge of knowledge, technology and authority. Among them, the Dragon Lord of Knowledge is the wisdom Andal, and the Dragon Lord of Technology is not currently in Tarlond. The Dragon Lord of Authority is the awesome Heragore, the Ancient Dragon who once served the Dragon God and brazenly lifted the flag of resistance. It is also the leader of the three Ancient Dragons.

Even though Tallond has declined now, even if the dragons even need to rely on alliance assistance to survive this cold winter, the powerful and awesome Ancient Dragon is still one of the individuals at the peak of all mortal kingdoms. Therefore, after hearing Hragor's self-introduction, even Modir could not help but be stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth and made a sound: "Oh--this is really surprising."

Then he shook his head: "What they told me was that a camp commander wanted to see me, but I didn't expect it to be a big man like you..."

"Please forgive me, because I don't want to be too eye-catching--adventurers finally adapted to Tallond's life, and you know that they are very good at... making infinite wonderful stories based on limited facts," Hragor said, shook his head helplessly, then raised his hand and pointed to a chair opposite him, "Please sit, Mr. Modir, you can relax."

Modir looked at the dragon leader in front of him with some suspicion, then looked at the chair in front of him, then slowly sat down, and frowned slightly: "Can you say it now? How can a leader like you have time to come to me personally, an ordinary adventurer like me? Don't say that you believe that the saying "A old punch pressed the Prince of Fire Elements in the Magma River"..."

"A ordinary adventurer?" Hragor looked at Modir's seat and raised his eyebrows after hearing the other party's words, "Is this what you position yourself? Are you really just an 'ordinary adventurer'?"

"Otherwise?" Modir pointed to himself, "I think it's more appropriate to describe himself as the word 'adventurer'. I'm still different from ordinary adventurers."

Hragor didn't speak for a moment, but just stared at the old magician in front of him quietly, as if he was judging some of the essence of this "human" in some way. His eyes were filled with the power to penetrate the truth. Even if there was no gift from the gods now, he, the former "demigod", could see many things that ordinary people could not see. After such observation lasted for several seconds, he finally withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

"I heard you have lost some memory, Mr. Modir," the former dragon priest pondered his words, "You are not sure about your origin, nor do you know how many years you have been outside... and you don't even know how you traveled in your early years, is that true?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not just about losing memory," Modir thought for a while, not thinking that a ruler like Hragor would have any need to harm him. Moreover, he never concealed this matter from the outside, so he replied calmly, "My memories sometimes appear very chaotic, intermittent, recurring, and sometimes there are things that I don't think should be related to me from my mind - I really don't remember where I started taking risks, nor do I remember my parents, relatives, friends, family, hometown... I don't remember anything.

"Occasionally, I will recall some scenes of traveling somewhere. I can clearly remember the intersections, houses, and even the names of some acquaintances in the local area. But when I try my best to find the places in my memory, I find that everything is very different from what I think of, just like those memories have been processed by dreams. Sometimes I will suddenly wake up from a strange place and have no memory of how I got there. People around me tell me something I had done not long ago, and it sounds like describing a stranger...

"I think I might have been cursed by something, you know, the curse at the spiritual and soul level - this is probably related to one of my adventures. Maybe I was touching some ancient heritage that should not be touched? Angering some ghosts wandering in the graves? I have tried to solve this problem, searching for the ancient ruins I have taken risks, and trying to relieve the "curse" I suffered, but it is not that easy. I don't know where I have been, and how can I figure out the source of the curse?"

Modir spread his hands to end with this, Hragore nodded thoughtfully, and said casually: "It sounds difficult, Mr. Modir, your experience is sympathetic."

"I don't need sympathy - although many people will react after hearing my experience," Modir's attitude was quite calm. "I have been anxious and angry, but after many years, I have been open to it. Compared to those pasts that I can't remember, there are still many unknown novel areas in this world waiting for me to explore, and the new changes in this era are exciting enough. I am very glad that no matter how I lose my memory, at least my strength and a lot of knowledge are still there. These things can make me live a good life in a more difficult environment. Nothing satisfies an adventurer more than this..."

This is an optimistic attitude that is almost unreasonable, and it is a "free and easy" that ordinary people cannot understand. Heragor didn't know whether this is the old mage's truth or the "enlightenment" that gave up after years of setbacks. He just frowned and considered something. Of course, this hesitant attitude could not be hidden from Modir's eyes. The old mage glanced at the leader of the dragon clan in front of him: "The noble Hragor--it can be seen that you are interested in me not just because an amnesia adventurer made some "movement" among adventurers. Please tell me, what are you doing to me?"

"Actually, when we first learned that a legendary strong man had somehow got into the Adventurer camp, we were just surprised and curious. The reconstruction work in Tallond was heavy, which was not worthy of my experience of betting too much, but I soon heard of your name... Powerful strength, the identity of an adventurer, the name Modir, these elements together reminded me of something that happened not long ago before the 'Great Battle'." Hragor finally breathed a sigh of relief. As he spoke, he waved to the side, and so some pages flew out of thin air from a nearby shelf and landed on the table between the two.

"A dragon clan who was on a mission in Loren continent brought back some information. She also mentioned a name and an incredible travel notes - oh, of course this is not the original, the original is not in Tallond. This is a small number of broken articles that I copied based on my memory based on my original report, but the content above should be exactly the same as the original text. You can take a look and see if you can remember anything."

Modir looked at the pages falling in front of him, and the old mage's eyes trembled uncontrollably, and some extraordinary intuition surged into his heart, causing the powerful old man's heart to pound. Something he had been pursuing for so many years seemed to be about to appear, appearing on this land where the mystery had just been unveiled. Although he thought he was ready countless times, when it was really possible, his first reaction was to refuse contact and understand.

But this sudden impulse of resistance was easily suppressed by him. He waved his hand and summoned the pages of paper into the air in front of him, and his eyes slowly swept over it.

"... On XX, I greeted my friends and prepared to set off again. All the things at home have been arranged. The plan was done well from "successful return within a short day" to "died outside". Saint Sunil also said hello...

“The children seem to have complaints about my new adventure plan…

"...I can't repeat my experience in the Shadow World. This time I should be well prepared, such as finding a reliable teammate. I should clearly realize that I am a fragile mage, and the fact that I charge into battle is not suitable for me..."

Lines of text swept through the field of vision, and many familiar and unfamiliar names and events touched Modir's shattered, chaotic and disorderly memory world like lights and shadows passing over the water. His expression changed several times, and it took him a long time to read the pages of paper that were not very much. Then he was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally breaking the silence: "What is recorded on this... is someone's adventure, right?"

"Do you really have no impression of them?" Hragor asked with a serious attitude, "I didn't remember anything after seeing it?"

"Okay, it seems like I guessed... is this the record I left? Is it the travel notes I wrote?" Modir read the answer from Hragor's attitude, but his expression only seemed even more confused. "But I really have no impression at all, I have all the impression... family, friends, companions... I even have children? I have really had these?"

The old mage murmured to himself, his eyes suddenly changing between awakening and confusion. However, before he was completely in chaos, Hragore's voice suddenly came from the side, and the magic power in the dragon's language made him wake up instantly: "Mr. Modir, please stay focused. We are just talking about a travelogue, and your spirit should be firmly anchored here."

"Oh, oh, stay focused, stay focused," Modir suddenly woke up, his eyes swept over the pages that had fallen back on the table with a strange look. "I really don't remember them, Mr. Chief, do you know what his full name is the person who left this travel notation?"

"Modir Wilde," Hragor nodded, "Will you still not remember anything when you hear the last name?"

"Wilder...Wilder?" Modir frowned and whispered the last name that was unique in the human world. "I don't remember, I don't remember having this last name, but I'm a little familiar with this last name...wait! I know, I've heard of it! The family of rulers in Ansu, Duke of Wild-ah?"

The old mage's expression suddenly became stunned. He finally remembered where he had heard of this familiar surname. However, when this surname was associated with him, huge confusion suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, completely overwhelming his mind. He raised his hand and pointed at himself, his face full of "How is this possible", obviously he could not believe his guess at all.

What he didn't expect was that the name Modir Wilder had even disappeared in this world for six hundred years.

Hragor coughed lightly, and said with a careful consideration of his words: "Mr. Modir, this is just a clue, we should..."

He suddenly stopped halfway through his speech.

Modir in front of him had no reaction at all, just sat there dumbly, maintaining the movement of raising his hand and pointing at him.

Hragore narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old mage, then immediately reacted, outlining a light golden rune in the air, and wanted to take some urgent measures to protect the soul and reset the mind. However, before he took action, Modir suddenly woke up again. The old mage blinked, as if the strangeness just now was just an illusion. He looked around and looked at Hragore again. He was confused for two seconds before he said with uncertainty: "Where did we just talk about? Mr. Leader, do you have anything to show me?"

"...No, we have seen it, but there is no result. Forget it," Hragore's expression did not change at all. He just raised his hand and waved it, and the few pages of paper on the table instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the air. "Thank you very much for talking to me about something. Let's stop here today. You need a rest."

"Ah? Is it over?" Modir was confused and subconsciously scratched his hair. "Why do I think we're just starting to talk, and we're about to talk about the really important part..."

The old mage muttered, but soon stopped suddenly. He seemed to realize something and looked at Heragor with a strange expression: "I was in a wrong state just now?"

"...a little scary," Hragor nodded. In front of a legendary wizard like Modir, many things in the extraordinary realm were clear at once. "For your health, I don't think we should continue to talk."

"...I understand," Modir breathed a lightly, smiling with a complicated expression, and then he slowly stood up and was about to turn and leave, "It seems that I can only go to 'rest'."

Hragor nodded and looked at Modir up, but when the old mage was about to walk to the door, he broke his silence: "Mr. Modir."

Modir stopped and turned his head: "Is there anything else?"

“Do you want to find something 'important' that you lost in this land, right?”

"Of course," Modir nodded, "I say that to anyone, and that's my purpose."

"... Then, I will help as much as possible," said Hragor slowly after a moment of consideration. "You can stay on this land for a few more days and wait patiently for the turn of opportunity to appear."

Modir looked at the dragon leader with surprise and asked curiously: "Why? Are the dragons such a generous and hospitable race?"
Chapter completed!