Nevertheless, the passage of time has indeed left its mark on his appearance.
But soon, Kevlar's expression turned serious again.
She sat with her legs crossed, her deep purple eyes flashing with a judgmental light as she stared intently at Victor.
"You can fool Gwen, but you can't fool me."
"Speak, who are you? And why are you impersonating Viktor?"
Gwen has already been sent away.
Otherwise, there were some things she simply couldn't say to this man who looked so much like Viktor in front of that love-struck woman.
Moreover, what angered Kevlar even more was that
When she asked Gwen to leave, Gwen didn't budge at all.
Finally, it was the imposter in front of them, who looked remarkably like Victor, who spoke.
"You can leave for a while. Kevlar and I need to talk alone."
Gwen was very obedient and left quietly.
In the entire hall, only she and Victor remained.
At this moment, Kevlar was filled with determination to expose this imposter Victor.
As for why she was so convinced that the Viktor in front of her was a fake?
Because the dead cannot be brought back to life, and the Clavner family has already confirmed Victor's death.
Six months ago, Lia Clevina had been guarding Victor's grave for ten years and had officially taken over as head of the Clevina family.
Thinking about this, Kefla couldn't help but feel a tightness in her chest.
When she first visited Lia, she could sense a deep sadness in the other woman's melancholy eyes.
However, for some reason, she vaguely caught a glimmer of hope in Lia's eyes.
It was as if they were expecting something.
But as time went by, Kefla, who returned to visit Lia every year, gradually realized something.
The last glimmer of hope in Lia's eyes was gradually fading.
As one thing ebbs and the other flows, disappointment and despair gradually accumulate over time, and heavy pain and torment shroud her like a shadow.
The hope in her eyes vanished, replaced by profound grief.
Until the very last time, when Kefla last saw Lia.
She discovered that Leah seemed to have completely changed.
The hope and color in my eyes have completely disappeared, replaced by numbness.
Even the sadness in her expression had vanished, replaced by a cold, hard face etched with a fake, socially-oriented smile.
After becoming the head of the family, she eventually lost all her former enthusiasm and was no longer as full of energy as she used to be.
All of this is because of Viktor.
But what could she possibly say to Viktor? Had Viktor done something wrong?
He was defying the gods and sacrificing himself for the country; no one could find fault with him.
Now, this vagrant posing as Victor has brazenly appeared at Delin's mansion and even captured Gwen's heart.
The thought filled Kefla with rage, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She smiled coldly, determined to expose this man's disguise.
He was imprisoned and executed.
However, Victor, sitting on the sofa, seemed completely unafraid.
Instead, he acted as calm and composed as the real Victor.
His calm demeanor was exactly the same as the Viktor she remembered.
The other person even reached into her trench coat methodically, right in front of her eyes.
Then he reached out again and placed four bottles of red medicine on the table.
Upon seeing the four bottles of blood-red potion before her, Kefla was instantly stunned.
She looked up at Viktor in disbelief, and heard his familiar, calm voice:
"Do you remember the four bottles of potion I sold you ten years ago?"
Whoosh!
The moment those words were spoken, Kefla was instantly reminded of her past.
That was something she was always grateful to Victor for.
Because of her pride and arrogance, she challenged a demon that was impossible to defeat.
If it weren't for Erica's magic and Victor's timely delivery of the potion, she would have died on the spot.
No one knew about the four bottles of potions sold to her except for her and Victor.
She didn't even tell Erica, otherwise the rich girl would definitely have paid for her.
And most importantly, the formula for this rare medicine.
She knew that only Victor possessed the knowledge, and only he could refine it.
Because it was about a year after Viktor's death.
The prop shop in Clevner sold out of its stock and announced its complete closure, ceasing all business.
Today, those magic potions that once sold for only a thousand Giornos have become increasingly rare and collectible items.
After all, every bottle used is one less bottle available.
Some people even consider it a collectible and never use it.
Anyway, this stuff won't expire, so you can store it for as long as you want.
At that moment, Kevlar stood up from the sofa in shock, her eyes wide open.
She leaned forward slightly.
He almost pressed his face against Viktor's, trying to get a closer look at the man in front of him.
"You really are..."
"It really is Viktor!?"
Victor did not respond directly; he simply rested his elbows on the table and crossed his hands to support his chin.
They leaned forward slightly, gazing quietly at each other.
Their faces were almost touching, and Victor could even clearly see the tip of Kevlar's nose.
Immediately afterwards.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, the trench coat behind Victor burst forth with a dazzling crimson light.
The fierce flames suddenly rose up, as if a demon god from purgatory had descended to earth.
The blazing flames scattered and flew everywhere, instantly burning the surrounding silk curtains and carpets to ashes.
Only scattered black ash and scattered embers remained.
The heatwave swept through the space, violently crashing against the walls of the hall.
Dry cracks slowly burst forth from the surrounding walls, severing the floating golden patterns from the center.
In the blink of an eye, the spacious hall seemed to have turned into a furnace, enduring the burning flames of calamity.
At this moment, he fully displayed the magic power of a fifth-tier mage.
Amidst the raging heat, Viktor's voice remained calm and composed:
"It's only been ten years."
In Kefla's dazed gaze, it seemed as if his appearance from back then was reflected.
It was like a sun falling from the sky.
Powerful, confident, and arrogant.
"I will tell the world myself."
Viktor slowly raised his head, his deep, obsidian-like eyes burning with fierce flames.
Like a swaying dragon, it exudes absolute majesty:
"Me, back in this world—"
"Still standing at the pinnacle of invincibility."
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