Compared with dealing with the previous amnesiac versions of Vivian, Hao Ren felt that dealing with the Vivian in front of him, whose mind was a complete mess, was obviously much more difficult. Although Vivian in the previous few regressions had forgotten everything that had happened in the twenty-first century, at least her mind had still been clear. As long as he could fool her on the spot—even if only temporarily—it counted as a success, and there would be no more problems with the subsequent operations. But this one in front of him... she was forever stuck in the intermediate state of having just been successfully fooled by him. After he rambled on at her for ages and finally managed to earn a little trust, she would turn her eyes and ask the first thing out of nowhere: "Who are you?"
How much longer was this damn nonsense going to go on?!
Hao Ren finally gave up trying to explain his identity to the brain-watered version of the Countess before him. With a resigned sigh, he pointed at the large and small Heiserana beside him. "In short, these two are both your little bats. You know what your memory is like, so don't bother wondering why two little bats suddenly appeared. My friends and I brought your two daughters here to take you down the mountain. You don't need to investigate why you're on the mountain either..."
Vivian stopped in a daze, her hand unconsciously stroking little Heiserana's head over and over. "It really is this high... Oh, oh, I get it. We're going down the mountain, right? Thank you. I remember coming up here to rescue someone, but I can't recall the details... By the way, who are you?"
Hao Ren: "..."
He let out a long sigh and