When the moon climbed up to the sky again, the cold and desolate glow shone into the mushroom hut through the thick fog.
Alice picked up the burning soup pot that was almost red, and silently raised her neck to look at the ray of moonlight penetrating through the gap in the wooden house. The bloodshot pupils are full of deep despair, sadness and numbness!
Weeping, pleading, cursing, scolding...
She has done all the things that can be done one by one these days.
It's a pity that in the face of an old witch who doesn't like oil and salt, her emotions, whether she is pretending or real, are directly ignored by the other party. The only thing the old witch would do every day was to stand on a high wooden stool, stir the soup pot with a huge wooden spoon, and tell some stories that no one could understand.
And that nasty black snake was entrenched on the roof beam above the soup pot. Whenever Alice wanted to escape from here, it would appear at the right time and force her back with hissing snake letters.
Eerie swamps, scary haunted houses, ugly witches, and creepy black snakes...
It all sounds like a bizarre dark fairy tale!
But it was unbearable torture and suffering for Alice.
Alice could not sleep, nor did she dare to sleep.
Every time she falls into a deep sleep, the space barrier on the surface of her body will disappear, and what awaits her is boiling soup. The pink and white petite body will be completely red from the heat, and will be covered with large and small blisters and festered bright red flesh in an instant.
And when she was wailing in the soup pot, no matter where she was, the old witch would run over happily, scoop up the scarlet soup with a spoon, and then drank it down. In the old witch's own words, there is a hint of fate in the soup soaked in Alice's blood!
Therefore, the only thing Alice can do is to keep a clear mind at all times, and use all her strength to fight against physical and physical fatigue. Whenever she felt that she couldn't hold on, she would silently remove the space barrier on her left hand, and then use the piercing pain to stimulate her sleepy spirit and drive away the heavy drowsiness.
After a few days, her left hand had been boiled in boiling soup without half an inch of flesh, and thick purple-black blood scabs formed layer after layer. Always before he fully healed, new burns appeared again.
Relying on this method, Alice managed to survive the last two days.
When Greem's tall body appeared in the mushroom hut, Alice's spirit was on the verge of collapse! The whole person was groggy, as if he had lost all sense of the changes in the outside world. But what is amazing is that even in this situation, Alice's body is still wrapped with a thin layer of space membrane, protecting her body from being invaded by the tumbling soup.
Seeing Alice's miserable condition, Greem's Balrog's heart beat violently twice, almost breaking free from the witchcraft seal, burning the anger in his heart all over his body.
"The time for ten days is up, I'll take Alice away!" Greem said coldly, then leaned over and put his arms into the hot soup pot, and fished out Alice.
Looking at Alice's completely purple-black left hand and the festering skin and blood scabs on her body, two clusters of small flames ignited in Greem's black eyes. With a body as light as nothing, she turned and left with big strides.
What was strange was that the old hag with a low stature and crooked figure just watched all this with a smile on her face, and did not interfere with Greem's actions.
When Greem's tall body was completely covered by the fog of the dark swamp and could no longer be seen, the old witch stopped smiling, and let out a scream like a night owl.
"Fate! Fate! Fate..."
...
When Alice woke up again, she was already in a clean and bright room.
The room layout is very simple and plain.
A single bed, a chair, and a brown wooden table are all the furnishings of the room.
In front of the wooden table, a burly figure was sitting there, quietly reading a book.
Alice's body lying in the soft silk quilt slightly twisted, and according to the silky touch, she could feel that she was not wearing any clothes. And the wounds on all parts of the body felt cool and refreshing, mixed with the burning pain, making her itchy and uncomfortable.
Alice gently raised her left hand, and the dense white cloth wrapped her left hand like a small rice dumpling. When she brought it to her nose and smelled it, she could smell the smell of hemostatic ointment and toner.
Her mouth was numb and bitter, and Alice stuck out her tongue, only to realize that there was a leaf of life in her mouth.
Hmph, you threw me to that old witch without saying a word, and now you want to win my heart with these small favors, what a beautiful idea!
For some reason, she obviously dismissed it in her heart, but Alice couldn't help but shed tears.
With the wizard's keen perception, no matter how small the change in the room is, it is impossible to hide it from his eyes and ears.
When Alice's eyes were blurred with tears, Greem's tall figure had already appeared in front of the bed, bending over and looking down at her slightly.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
"Um!"
"I have already applied medicine to you. With your physique, you will be able to fully recover in about three or two days without leaving too obvious scars!"
"Um!"
After the simple conversation, there was an unspeakable silence.
They all worked as wizard apprentices, and they all worked their way out of the bottom. They have experienced as many as 800 or 1000 terrible sufferings. In comparison, the torture suffered this time was not the worst. No matter which wizard apprentice, you have to bear all these sufferings alone, even if you shed all your blood and tears, no one will bear it for you.
Therefore, both wizards and apprentices have developed a cold and withdrawn temperament.
Therefore, at this moment, Greem, who took the initiative to ask for warmth, and Alice, who was cared for, looked like they didn't know how to continue.
"Alice, where have you been for ten days, do you know why that old witch did this to you?" Greem suddenly remembered a question and couldn't help asking.
"Then what else could be the reason? Of course it's because she's crazy! She's just a neurotic woman..." Alice gritted her teeth with hatred when she thought of the torture of this period.
"I always have an illusion..." Greem frowned and hesitated.
"What illusion?"
"She seems to want to help you!" Greem hesitated for a moment, and finally expressed his feelings.
"Help me!" Alice's eyes widened, and she almost couldn't help jumping out from under the quilt. She waved her zongzi-like left hand angrily, and growled: "I was hurt so badly by her, and you still say she wants to help me? Are you crazy?"
Greem was not intimidated by Alice's barking of teeth and claws, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
"You and I both know very well that the witches of the Northland are a closed group that pays great attention to tradition and inheritance. That Liana belongs to a different school of witches from you, so she will not easily hurt you to avoid being involved in the selection of the witches of fate. "
"so what?"
"If what you and I know is true, don't you think her behavior is weird?"
"Of course her behavior is weird, because she is already crazy!"
"Alice, calm down, don't let anger confuse your reason. You should carefully savor what kind of message she wants to convey to you with this behavior!"
Alice still shook her head ignorantly.
"Her behavior makes you very resentful and makes you feel weak. So when your emotions are brewing to the extreme, what do you want most?"
"strength!"
"Yes, it is strength! You need strength to strengthen yourself, and you need strength to avenge yourself. So where does your strength come from?"
"Where does the power come from?" Alice repeated in confusion.
"You are awakening the talent of the Witch of Fate! Although there are many Witches of Fate awakening at the same time, you have to find out where your power comes from!"
Alice shook her head half understanding.
Although she is talented and intelligent, her lack of experience still makes it difficult for her to keep up with Greem II's jumping thinking.
"You must always keep in mind the source of your power." Greem taught earnestly: "You have awakened the talent of the witch of fate, so your source of power can only be attributed to the word fate. Alice, Let me ask you, do you believe in fate?"
Alice raised her head, met Greem's firm eyes, and finally began to think seriously for the first time about the true meaning of the Fate Witch's talent to her.
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in destiny
Asking herself over and over again, Alice became demented for a while.
That's right, since the awakening of her talent, the power of space is like an instinct, it has become her ability to come and go when she calls it. Relying on this powerful space talent, she can almost easily wipe out all opponents of the same level.
The mighty power confuses her.
The awe and praise of the crowd also made her feel elated.
Success after success made her intoxicated, but she had already forgotten where her real strength came from!
destiny
destiny!
Recalling the journey after becoming a wizard's apprentice, she never seemed to consciously understand and grasp what fate is and what fate is.
She just enjoys the glory brought to her by the talent of fate with peace of mind, but she never tries to get close to it or understand it.
So at this moment, when she successfully tasted the humiliation of being weak, and when she yearned for great strength again, what should she do? Do you meditate day after day like other wizards, accumulate knowledge and resources, strengthen your own strength, or...
Alice suddenly felt confused.
Even if she recognizes her own way forward and understands the essence of her own power, how can she experience that illusory fate
Could it be that shouting "Destiny, I believe in you" to the sky can make oneself stronger
After a lot of thinking and still not finding a clear way out, Alice finally raised her head and cast her hopeful eyes on Greem.
"What should I do? Teach me!" Alice asked sincerely for the first time.
"Do you believe in fate?" Greem asked solemnly again.
This is both a question and an answer!