Ciri's life in Nolan was not easy when she was young. She was tired of the pedantic teaching system in Nolan's Elementary School of Magic and the students who always troubled her.
Fortunately, Ciri's talent for fighting is very good, and she can completely convince the other party every time, but afterward, her mother has always apologized to all parties in the academy.
Now Ciri doesn't have any other emotions except guilt for her mother, but it's too late when she wants to apologize to her mother.
"Now I'm the apprentice of the one in purple."
Ciri took out the badge of a fourth-level illusionist, and having a fourth-level badge at her age has surpassed most of her peers.
So Ciri thinks this is something her mother should be proud of.
"And someone I like..."
Ciri was half-kneeling in front of the tombstone, her knees sinking deeply into the snow.
She spent a long time telling her mother what had happened to Nolan lately, and what had happened to her, Joshua, the movies, the Weave… everything.
When Ciri said to the end, she found that her half-kneeling leg had lost consciousness because of the frost and snow.
Ciri wanted to straighten her body upright and use the heating magic to regain consciousness in her legs, but at this moment... Ciri vaguely felt something softly hug her from behind.
This feeling is a bit like an illusion, but it is real, a strange warm current is revived in Ciri's body.
"Mother?"
Ciri called out tentatively, but there was no answer, only the sound of the cold wind whistling past Ciri.
When she reached out and touched the name on the tombstone again, Ciri saw a light blue inscription on her arm.
This made Ciri retract his hand like an electric shock, but the light blue inscription on Ciri's arm quickly spread, occupying Ciri's entire arm in less than two seconds.
But when Ciri blinked again, the inscriptions disappeared on her arm, leaving no trace of any inscriptions on her fair skin.
"Blue... The inscription of the god of running water and healing, but it doesn't feel right."
Ciri was sure that what she saw just now was not an illusion. When Ciri reached out and touched the tombstone again, the phenomenon just now never happened again.
The warm feeling faded from Ciri's body, and only the cold wind in the cemetery was slowly stripping her body heat away.
"It's time for me to leave my mother, and I'll see you next year."
Ciri hesitated for a while, stretched out her hand against the tombstone and prayed solemnly for a while, then stood up and left the silent cemetery.
…
When Ciri came to the medical station that Sheil had mentioned, the atmosphere in the medical station was very delicate.
Carroll was calling out his name in front of a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had no expression on his face, not even blinking his eyes.
"Daughter of the forest, the Duke's body is very weak now, and his soul seems to be damaged."
The accompanying elf priest informed Carroll about the other party's physical condition.
Hearing this, Ciri was inexplicably relieved. At least Carroll had really found her father! This is no longer the category of luck.
But the physical and mental condition of the Duke of Blackwood is not optimistic.
"Injured? How to treat it? Can Enlusi be cured... " Carolie was unable to maintain her composure at this time.
"I have put him on drugs that can remove the gray fog, and the gray fog in his body should have been eliminated." Sheil said aside.
"There is indeed only a small amount of gray fog remaining in the Duke's body."
The black wood elf priest also used this method to further appease Caroline's emotions.
"Then why is my father like a puppet?"
Carroll kept waving in front of the other party, but he still didn't respond.
When Ciri was in the mental space, he saw the situation in the dungeon through the perspective of the Frostwolf family warrior. Humans stayed in that environment for a long time, and Ciri could not imagine how they survived.
Without food or water, Ciri could guess that the magic in their bodies supported them to survive, but the mental torture was unimaginable for ordinary people.
"There's a magic that can make you more intuitive about your father's situation," Scheyer said.
"What... magic?" Caroline had to find a way to heal Duke Blackwood.
Sheier took them directly to the dark elf sickbed in the corner of the room. Ciri followed after seeing the dark elf. She accepted the request of Thousand Faces, hoping to bring her fellow clan back.
The dark elf sensed Sheier's approach and opened her eyes. Her gaze went back and forth between Ciri, Sheier, and Carroll, with a strange smile on her face.
"Interesting." The dark elf whispered.
At this moment, Sheil saw purple and colored lines jumping out of her body at the same time.
"What did you say is interesting?"
Ciri didn't like the way the dark elf looked at her.
"The occupant of the World Tree of the Black Wood Elf will turn out to be a human being." The Dark Elf set his gaze on Caroline and said.
"The daughter of the forest is an existence recognized by the world tree of our family... and an existence recognized by our family." The black wood elf priest explained to the dark elves.
"The collector of the energy of the World Tree?" The dark elf didn't bother about this issue anymore, she stretched out her hand, "Put it up, don't you want to know something?"
Carroll put her hand on the palm of the dark elf's palm without hesitation. The next second, a purple mark appeared on the back of Carroll's hand.
When she blinked to look at the others again, she found a lot of colorful lines beside her.
The dark elf in front of her was surrounded by a lot of gray lines. When she turned to Ciri beside her, she found that the color of the lines beside Ciri was much more complicated.
One part is a pink line, the other part is colorful like a rainbow, and there are some blue and green lines...
Carroll couldn't see the gray on the Dark Elf on Ciri.
"What is this kind of vision with strange special effects on it?"
Ciri also accepted the Inscription Mark of the Dark Elves.
"The emotions you have on your body now will be shown in your eyes." Sheier explained, and explained in detail the emotions represented by each line.
Carroll looked at her father who was lying on the bed again. The Duke of Blackwood was surrounded by gray and white, which was hundreds of times more gray than the dark elf. There were even dark colors rolling around. .
Just looking at it made Carroll feel so depressed she couldn't breathe.