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“Is he going to be a white-haired, majestic-looking, and noble fox-man? Are his eyes going to be filled with wisdom and vicissitude?

“Is he going to be an ambitious hero who is hiding in stealth and looks dominating and commanding?”

“Is he going to be an old man who dresses simply and looks genial, worrying about and looking out for the orcs?”

“Or is he going to be a slender fox-man who stands tall and is considerate?”

All in all, after hearing the descriptions and stories that people like Nash and Altis told and seeing everything in the City of Behemoth, the king was very curious toward this pope of the orcs who might be a traveler from Earth, and he was anticipating the meeting.

However, when Fei entered the back palace, he realized that all his guesses were far from the truth.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

A series of crisp and familiar noises sounded, waking up the portion of Fei’s memory that he had sealed for a long time.

Looking ahead, Fei discovered that the back palace was quite large.

However, the decorations and setup in the back palace made Fei feel like he was back on Earth. The walls were painted white, and many electric lights were installed on them. The blue sky and white clouds were drawn on the ceiling, and a living-room-like space was not far from the entrance. There were a few couches and a tea table, and a LED TV was hung on the opposite side of the wall. Under the TV was a short cabinet, and there were gadgets like DVD players. Around the room, there was an air conditioner, a computer desk, a desktop-style computer, an iPad...

Many things that should never exist in this world appeared in front of Fei, and the king felt like he was dreaming.

A crisp noise sounded from one side of the back palace, and Fei’s eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.

There was a young man who looked to be about 20 years old standing further away. He was wearing a white tank-top, a pair of floral shorts, and a pair of Nike sports shoes.

At this moment, this young man was waving a tennis racket and playing tennis in an exquisite tennis court.

On the other side, there was an extremely beautiful woman. This woman had an insane figure and was very sexy. Her long blonde hair looked like a waterfall, and she had a pair of wings that looked like that of a swan. Every time this beauty moved, her chest and butt would bounce alluringly, and she was playing tennis with this young man with a joyous expression on her face.

“Oh yeah! An s-ball! Not bad! Saintess Sharapova, your tennis skill improved again!” This university-student-like young man shouted using the common language during the Mythical Era.

“Your Holiness, you went easy on me!” This beauty of the Swan Clan replied in a cute voice.

While the ball went outside the court, both turned and saw Fei who just walked in.

The beauty of the Swan Clan understood something, and she bowed at Fei from afar before walking out of the back palace with a smile.

Now, only Fei and this university student were in this space.

“Hey, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you come here and play a match?” this university student smiled and suggested before throwing a racket to Fei.

As if he were struck by a bolt of lightning, Fei froze on the spot.

The king heard this young man use Mandarin!

This young man spoke authentic Mandarin with a Beijing accent.

In more than three years, this was the first time that such language sounded by Fei’s ears. Therefore, the king stood there in a daze and didn’t react after a while had passed.

All the answers to the speculations and guesses appeared at this moment.

“Ok, let’s have a match,” Fei responded using Mandarin which he had almost forgotten.

At this moment, the king didn’t know how to describe his feelings.

After several years had passed, Fei thought that he had forgotten about his past life. However, he suddenly saw these extremely familiar items in this back palace, and the distant yet clear memories instantly rushed into his mind like flooding water.

When he lightly grasped the tennis racket, Fei suddenly had the impulse of wanting to play tennis to his heart’s content.