When Roland threw away the rusty dwarven double-sided axe, disassembled the stretcher, and took out Frost Lament, the huge size of the weapon surprised everyone present. In fact, Chiduff, who was also a swordsman, doubted whether the other party could lift the epee that was nearly one person tall.
But it wasn't until after they set off that the three seasoned adventurers discovered that the other party was even more exaggerated than they had imagined—this guy with bloodshot eyes and a tired face could walk more than 40 kilometers in less than two hours Snow-covered mountains, and he was carrying that heavy sword just by looking at it.
"I really don't know what his body is made of..." Looking at the back of the young man running wildly in front of him, even Niutau Shaman, who is best at wild trekking, couldn't help sighing.
"The power of love, this must be the power of love." The beautiful female ranger said jokingly, and at the same time squinted at the only sweaty soldier among the old partners, "It's not like this useless idiot. Suspecting that other people’s weapons are toys, while I’m still panting.”
For this sharp criticism, Chiduff could only respond with angry eyes - because the soldier's heavy armor had already weighed him down so much that he couldn't even speak.
"It's here~!" The words of the former walker came to the ears of the three people far away, and Roland stopped while talking. From here, the snow that filled the winter was blocked by some kind of invisible barrier, and the young man's feet were already broken large stone bricks. Although the sun was shining, everyone could feel a cold chill penetrating into the back of their necks, as if their bodies were soaked in ice water.
A huge gate tower stands majestically in front of the stone path. Although the catastrophe a few years ago did not cause the solid building to collapse, the exposed cornerstone has begun to corrode and turn black, like a piece of paper waiting to turn flesh and blood into a skeleton. big mouth. And behind this eerie mouth is Silvermoon City, which was once hailed as the "Capital of Magic".
"From here on, we have to be careful." Esni walked to the side of her new companion, "I can feel that the place with the strongest magic power should be near the mage's tower, so go there and have a look first." She Point to a strange tower-shaped building in the distance with your finger. The other three looked at each other and followed the ranger towards the gate.
Stepping over patches of whitened bricks and stones, the dark streets slowly unfolded in front of the adventurers. There is almost no intact building in the huge urban area, and disintegrated rubble and scorched marks from the explosion can be seen everywhere. What makes people feel even more frightening is the huge craters one after another in the building complex. These bottomless black holes seem to be the abyss leading to the nether world, and it feels like being sucked in as soon as you get close.
It's like an abandoned battlefield... Roland frowned and looked around the silent city that surrounded him. Perhaps in terms of the reasons, the destruction of Silvermoon City was the same as the disaster at Winfield College hundreds of years ago, but these shocking ruins made young people unable to help but think of the tragedy of the Moon City.
… are exactly the same. Although it is not as crazy as Melukidik's shock wave to a certain extent, this kind of destruction method similar to carpet bombing is probably the masterpiece of a certain domain master, right
"It's disgusting, I encountered an ambush just after entering the city." Essene's voice brought the blond swordsman back to reality from a short thought. Giant spiders. The four black furry ones should be 'Predators', there are two big four-meter-long ones, 'Spinners', and the last one, which is more troublesome, is 'Shadow'."
"Shadow?" Roland raised his head.
"That's not an ordinary giant spider, in fact it's a spider-shaped demon from the Twisting Nether." Eldruk patiently explained, and couldn't help sighing, "I didn't expect that monsters would fight with you these days." The monsters join forces. Ersen, can we take a detour?"
The ranger shrugged: "Maybe there is another way, but if you do this..." She said and glanced at Roland.
"It will waste a lot of time." The young man understood.
"And when we leave, we will probably still go on the same path. Since troubles cannot be avoided, the best choice is to kill them~!" Chiduff added, with pre-war excitement in his eyes.
Since none of the four had any objections, the only problem was how to deal with the giant spiders that used the ruins as hunting grounds. In the case of four vs. seven, the Ranger's tactic is to first use long-range weapons to draw out all the spiders, and then rely on the shaman's natural magic to entangle them, taking this opportunity to narrow the gap in numbers between the two sides, and then resolve the remaining spiders through hand-to-hand combat. opponent.
"Can you deal with that phantom?" Chiduff adjusted his tone carefully, paying attention to Roland's reaction as he spoke, "Of course I don't doubt your strength, but after all, we haven't fought together yet. So you might as well Take this opportunity to grind it out."
"Well, I can handle it." The other party replied succinctly.
"Don't worry, I will come to support you after the other spiders are dealt with." The brown-haired swordsman smiled, interpreting the other's reticence as nervousness when exploring unknown areas.
"It doesn't matter, I just want to end the battle as soon as possible..." Roland subconsciously clenched the hilt of Frost's Grief, "We must find the Emerald Lily of the Valley as soon as possible, and we can't delay in this kind of place."
"Of course." The tauren's suggestion was as calm as his figure, "but you must not attack rashly."
After checking the bow and arrow in his hand and the shiny dagger at his waist, the ranger satisfactorily stringed the sharp arrow shining with magic light: "Then, let's do it."
The first arrow that broke the silence was shot by Essene, but what happened next was completely beyond her expectations—the giant sword that blew out the cold breath tyrannically compressed the entire battle into just a few minutes .
After throwing the throwing ax in his hand, Roland rushed out without hesitation. The whirlwind brought by Frost's Grief chopped off the two black spiders at the front in an instant, and the blade smoothly drew an arc in the air, and then chopped off the little heads of another pair of "predators".
While the blond swordsman was dealing with the small black spider, two "spinners" with a length of more than four meters cunningly surrounded him, and both raised their sharp forelimbs to attack back and forth.
To the besieged, however, this seemingly stormy attack was no different from a still picture. Roland easily dodged all the spider's thrusts, and then tore a huge wound on each of their swollen abdomens. Green blood mixed with a foul smell gushed out like a spring, and the monster immediately fell to the ground.
Witnessing the death of its companions, the phantom spider from the Twisting Nether immediately hissed angrily, and a dangerous red light shone in its dense eyeballs. It suddenly raised its body, and suddenly sprayed a milky white viscous liquid into the air——spider web technique.
These finger-wrapping gadgets not only hinder movement, but are also more likely to entangle weapons, making sharp blades lose their sharpness and restricting sword power. In addition, the filaments woven by the phantom spider are highly toxic, so it is extremely troublesome for swordsmen who choose to fight in close quarters.
But for the spider web technique to work, there must be a prerequisite - the spider silk must be able to wrap around the target, and Frost Lament, which exudes a breath of death, is obviously not among them.
The bright sword marks brought out by the big sword cut off all the spider threads before they hit the ground. In the next instant, Roland had already dodged in front of the last enemy with unimaginable speed, and then swung a blow neatly.
The phantom spider tried to block with its four forelimbs, but there was no difference in the result—Frost Wrath ignored its defense at all, and put the four black spider legs together with the poor devil's head and the devil's star hidden in the head. The heart was chopped in half.
Rather than saying that this is a battle, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a massacre. And it was a pretty efficient massacre.
As for the other three experienced and considerate adventurers, apart from standing at the beginning of the battle and watching the battle dumbfounded, there was no room for any intervention at all. By the time they came to their senses, the Demon Shadow Spider had already been reduced to ashes and disappeared into the air with the cold winter wind.
"You, are you really human?" Eldruk asked incoherently. This sentence came from the mouth of the tauren, which seemed very ridiculous, but the ranger and the swordsman couldn't laugh, because they really wanted to ask the mysterious swordsman who used the huge two-handed sword that question.
There is no difficulty at all... By the way, this is a battle for ordinary people, right? Looking at the three new companions with surprised expressions, Roland suddenly came to his senses. Yanlong Melikidike, Demon King Alastor, users of Yunyao, dragons and death knights, those powerful existences have no intersection with this world of ordinary people in front of them.
As an entry-level master of Yunyao, I am probably invincible in this kind of place. The young man's gaze swept over the scattered monster corpses behind him, but there was no wave in his eyes.
But this kind of power is meaningless at all, because the world she lives in is not the world of ordinary people.
Because what Shifan needs to face has always been those powerful enemies in the legends.
"Actually, even if you can't get out, it doesn't matter, right? At least it's easy to survive here, and there is no such powerful existence as Melukidik. Those who want to destroy the end of Ishutori will not be able to chase down to the ground." The girl's delicate face occupied Roland's mind in an instant.
It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood the true feelings that the girl wanted to express deep in the ground.
It's not that Shifan likes dark areas, nor is he afraid of chasing his enemies, nor does he want to escape his fate as a child of the stars.
The meaning of that sentence is actually very simple - "I want to go back to the life of ordinary people."
I thought I was encouraging her, but in fact I was preaching cruelly and mercilessly? I'm a really bad guy. The corner of Roland's mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile uncontrollably.
"Roland?" The ranger said worried words into his ears, "Are you okay?" Ersenie had already walked in front of the young man, and was staring straight at him at this moment, as if to see from that smile What a secret.
"No, it's nothing, I was distracted for a while." The blond young man returned to his usual demeanor, and quickly replied, "I'm sorry, but I didn't intend to hide my strength or anything, but some things can be explained more clearly through actual combat... So..."
"It's really amazing~!" Chiduff's roar interrupted his explanation, and the warrior rushed over and grabbed the opponent's shoulder, "You are simply a monster, no, you are a monster that eats monsters That's right~!"
"...Thank you." Roland believed that this was the other party's unique way of appreciation.
"What is this kind of swordsmanship?" the brown-haired warrior asked with bright eyes.
"It was created by Emperor Jagassi, a concentration technique called 'Yunyao'." The young man explained patiently, "The principle is quite simple, but it is very difficult to master it because of this. If you want to know, you can find it when you go back." I can teach you."
"That's the deal~!" Qi Dafu shook the young man's hand vigorously, and then laughed, "Really, it seems that we are the ones who made the money this time, this is the so-called good people get rewarded .”
"The next journey will probably be smooth." The tauren and the ranger looked at each other, then smiled.
After learning about the powerful strength of the new companion, the team's forward speed suddenly became much faster. The ruins of Silvermoon City are not yet dead. There are all kinds of monsters and monsters hidden in the dark streets and collapsed buildings. Some are even puppets of various colors created by mages back then. Even the hard crystal golem couldn't stop the blond swordsman's mad attack. In less than half a day, the four adventurers had arrived at the originally established destination.
At such a close distance, Roland finally understood why the tower looked so strange—it was divided into two halves from the central axis, and one side had collapsed, so the unshielded interior could be clearly seen from the outside Chu—it was almost as if a huge sword had been cut down from the clouds, splitting it along the middle, and leaving a terrifying huge abyss in the surrounding buildings.
It's very similar to Yanlong Melikidick's move "Cang Sickle", but it's not as sharp.
And in the hall with a tall dome at the bottom of the tower, what caught the sight of the adventurers was a large expanse of lush greenery. From among the layers of leaves with arcane brilliance, countless slender and smooth stems gracefully lift up the solidified emerald crown—that is the appearance of the emerald lily of the valley when it blooms.
"I found it~!" Roland's water-colored pupils glowed with relief, and he ran over desperately as he said, as if he was afraid that the flowers would fly away like butterflies.
"After being idle for so long, it's time to work." Aldruk moved his shoulders and began to grope in the luggage. The tauren herbalist skillfully picked the dark green mature plants full of magic juice, and then lit up a flame, and began to process these fresh medicinal materials in a shaman's unique way.
"What is this place?" asked Chiduff idly. Since all the monsters were cleared along the way, the three people in charge of security didn't need to worry about pursuers at this moment.
"It looks like a private laboratory," the ranger shrugged. "But I didn't expect to gather such a strong magical energy. Even if it becomes a ruin, it's still very powerful."
"There is always a strange feeling... I can't tell..." Roland raised his head and looked at the half of the tower, "Can I go up and take a look?"
"Of course no problem." This sentence made Esni laugh, "Mages generally don't set up traps in their rooms. If there are any monsters, I think you can easily win."
"Then please." The young man nodded, patted the Tauren on the shoulder friendly, and walked up the broken spiral staircase.
The second floor of the tower has been completely destroyed, and even the stairs have collapsed into several sections. The young man could only climb up to the third floor from the ruins. This was a place similar to a study room. There was a large desk in front of two rows of exquisite mahogany bookshelves, and the floor was covered with expensive dark carpets. Although the exposure to the sun has completely changed the entire room, but if you pay attention a little, you can find that the owner of the study must be quite prestigious.
After witnessing the extremely high-grade furnishings, the Dark Eagle, who lost his memory, became a little interested in the owner of the tower. He skimmed over the gravel and broken wood, trying to find something from the remaining things. However, the next moment, a magical item on the desk made his breathing stop for a moment.
It was a crystal ball full of cracks. Although it had long lost the power to maintain its operation, when the disaster happened, the crystal ball faithfully recorded the scene of the last moment, not only preserved it until now, but also preserved it deeply. It burned deeply into Roland's frozen eyes.
"Hey, Chiduff," the ranger asked when the blond youth disappeared on the third floor, "who do you think he is?"
"Are you talking about Roland? Although I'm not reconciled, that guy's swordsmanship is much higher than mine. He didn't sleep for two days and one night, almost reaching the limit of fatigue. Just like that, he can easily kill 'Phantom' in seconds." The swordsman thought Rubbing his curly brown hair, "It's impossible to judge from the aspect of sword skills. But..."
"but?"
"I think he fits people's description of the famous 'Golden Lion'." After a while, Chiduff replied seriously, "Ellent, the third prince of the Riddle Empire, happens to use a two-handed sword and Soldiers with blond hair, similar in age and demeanor."
"But isn't the Golden Lion dead? Riddle's obituary has been posted all over the continent, not to mention the big cities, even border areas like Manulin know it all." The tauren buried himself in the herbal medicine I couldn't help but interjected, "The three members of the Mage Council tried to manipulate the royal family, so they set up a trap on the Grand Mage Tower. When Mortidal and General Baifeng arrived, the golden lion had already been charred. 'The body of the third prince was completely unrecognizable under the brutal attack of the other party', so described in the obituary."
"It's more convenient because it's charcoal, right? This time, even King Riddle couldn't tell if that piece of charcoal was his own son." Esne shrugged indifferently. Shrugging, "Speaking of which, Mortidal and Zefelis are the final victors. One controls the court and the other controls the military power. This is quite suspicious."
"It's useless to be suspicious, and we have no evidence. Besides, who cares what the common people think?" Chiduff rubbed the hilt of his sword lazily, "In short, don't worry about it. Adventurers have to face monsters and monsters." A monster is not a political conspiracy."
"That's right, that makes sense." Ignoring her partner's advice, the female ranger brightened her eyes and continued to speculate excitedly, "The golden lion Alan loves the new and dislikes the old, and fell in love with this little fairy named Shifan." From love to hatred, Zefelis teamed up with Motidal, an old immortal, to take over the Riddle royal family. Finally, under the protection of three high-ranking mages regardless of their lives, the third prince of the empire finally escaped the attack from his old lover. After chasing and killing them, they escaped all the way through the White Rock Mountains, and finally came to this small town of Manulin."
"After meeting four unknown adventurers, did the gears of fate start to turn?" Kidduff couldn't help laughing, "I said Ersney, you must have entered the wrong profession. Rap-singing bards suits you better than archery here."
But the soldier's laughter was interrupted when he was halfway through—the ranger's hard bow hit him on the head.
"Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Chiduff who didn't even have time to swing a sword today." Essene specially emphasized the second half of the sentence.
This time the swordsman could only respond with a wry smile: "I've already said it, it's not that I'm too weak, but that he's too strong."
"Wouldn't it be great to have such a powerful comrade-in-arms?" Seeing the gradual increase in the rare herbs in the bag, Eldruk sighed with satisfaction, "The various sequelae brought about by the catastrophe of Silvermoon City are more severe than Doyru predicted. It is even more terrifying, many strange diseases need to be healed by magical treatment, if he is there... "
"Eldruk, it's better for you to light up the emerald lilies of the valley now." The ranger's eyes changed subtly in an instant, "Although Roland is a very kind person, but we shouldn't Partner with him again."
"Why?" The tauren suddenly felt that today's companion was particularly difficult to guess.
"Because he and we are not from the same world." Chiduff shrugged and agreed with his arch-rival very rarely, "It doesn't matter whether it's a golden lion or not, that's not a barrier caused by class, but something else .” The soldier’s tone was a little yearning, but it also contained a trace of anxiety, “You can understand it just by looking at the eyes when you swing the sword, right?”
"Well," Ersney nodded, "Because I was frustrated, I had to take a break. But when that girl opened her eyes..."
"It will definitely fly away."
If it's not even mentioned in this book, it's impossible. After searching for a while in the study room full of dust and debris, Roland finally got a clue.
The style of the notebook in front of the young man is quite old, but even though the wind and rain in the past five years have turned thousands of books in the study into waste paper, it still maintains the same appearance as before. Not only that, but the powerful magic power attached to it will destroy ignorant people who try to peek into the contents—Roland's fingers didn't even touch the cover, and a small but high-heat electric current suddenly emerged, forcing him to step back quickly.
Such a strict protection makes young people who don't understand the principles of arcane arts find it very difficult, but this also just proves another thing - the protected information is extremely important.
The blond swordsman thought for a while, pulled out the Frost Lament that he was carrying, and then carefully opened the first page with the blade. As the young man expected, with a burst of blue light that gradually dissipated, the weapon enlightened by Ishutori easily eliminated the magic barriers all over the place. Then, the scribbled handwriting of the owner of the tower filled his sight.
"December 17, 233, Luvis calendar.
"Damn~! Other high-ranking mages are either serving as the kingdom's military advisors or in charge of large-scale research projects, but this time the task given to me is actually 'destroying demons'. This kind of job suitable for dirty adventurers actually requires a top It is really an insult to be a mage of the highest level, a distinguished member of the highest level of the mage council~!
"It must be the old man Motidal who is behind the scenes again. The puppet president like Pobran should not dare to come and annoy me. But for now, we must be patient. The conservatives are now at a disadvantage in the parliament. If you act rashly at this time, just It will push the vacillating middle power to the opponent's side.
"Okay, I'll take over the task of exterminating the demons. Although I lost a chance to get close to the royal families of the two empires in the New Year, it doesn't matter. If the military achievements are outstanding, they will still pay attention to it. For a wise man , Complaining is a waste of time. Turning disadvantages into advantages that benefit you is the best pragmatic policy.
"December 22, 233, Luvis calendar.
"After everything was ready, I dispatched 2,800 infantrymen, 200 knights, and 40 mages from the Riddle Empire to the place where the incident happened—the Fisher Hills about 200 kilometers away from Silvermoon City—where there is There is a meeting point between the nether world and the real world, but why the demons passed through the boundary is still unknown. When I reached the hills, I found that the damage was much worse than reported, and one village was completely destroyed. Judging from the collapsed ruins , there should be high-level demons like Balrog among this group of monsters, maybe I should dispatch some more troops, so that it is safe enough...
"No, forget it. If the last thing you find is a ghost spider, a corroded lizard, etc., then the reformers may take this opportunity to make a big fuss. Three thousand troops, although it may be difficult to deal with the Balrog, But it's better than being called a coward.
"December 25, 233, Luvis calendar.
"Damn~! There are more than ten Balrogs and an abyss lord~! Today's battle was extremely tragic, but the result is satisfactory, because in the end we successfully killed the terrible abyss lord. Although the demon's body has been Turned into ashes, but the seven-meter-long trident is enough for me to show off for a while.
"In addition, nearly 1,300 soldiers died in this battle. I have to send some people from the nearby fortress to continue the search. The knight's pension may be troublesome, but it doesn't matter, anyway, it is the empire that pays for it.
"December 30, 233, Luvis calendar.
"With the meeting point as the center, I have sent troops to the surrounding area to search for five days in a row. Perhaps because of the long stay, the demons were probably forcibly sent back to the Nether Realm, and I didn't even see a shadow. But although there is no They were able to find them, but the subordinates brought a little girl. Judging from her age, she was about six or seven years old, with disheveled black hair, rare green eyes, and a strange book tightly clutched in her hand. .”
Poetry Fan... A flickering dark mark flashed across Roland's water-colored pupils, and Frost's Grief pressing on the page trembled slightly, and then turned to the next page.
"She calls herself 'Shifan', but apart from the pronunciation of the name, the girl doesn't understand language and etiquette. She is probably similar to the legendary wolf boy. I believe her appearance is not accidental, it is probably a demon We tried our best to cross the boundary to find this girl. Although it is only a guess, the relatively harsh environment of Fisher Hills is obviously not where ordinary children can survive. I decided to take her back to Silvermoon City, and the other party did not resist , I guess it was the food that attracted her... or maybe it was the instinct to be close to the same kind.
"Luvis calendar January 7, 234.
"Hey, when he kicked me out of Silvermoon City, that idiot Mortidal must not have expected such an outcome. The Trident of the Abyss Lord has indeed become a hot topic for the Riddle nobles recently, so naturally I won't Missing this opportunity, the week of communication in the imperial capital was quite rewarding. After spending so much time in the political arena, it is time to return to the mage's job. In fact, all human efforts are just to gain a higher status and a higher status. Strong power, and the study of spells happens to be both.
"The twelfth day of January 234, Luvis calendar.
"This girl surprised me~! She can turn wood, metal utensils, and anything into food~! This is beyond the scope of alchemy... Not only that, but she also has other different superpowers, such as Empty moving objects, short-distance space movement, using elemental power to attack, etc... It's incredible~!
"Although I originally suspected that the book she carried with her might contain powerful power, but now it is finally confirmed that Shifan's ability comes entirely from herself. Those demons must have stepped into the world for this reason, right
"March 9, 234, Luvis calendar.
"After a period of research, it was found that although Shifan seemed to have many 'superpowers' that could not be explained by arcane principles, they could all be attributed to the same name—li magic. Need any spells, just rely on your own will to change everything around you, the so-called wish come true. Although this kind of idealism is quite ridiculous, but I have to admit that what Shifan has is exactly this A force that is contrary to materialism—countless experiments have proved that as long as she wants it to be that way, the world will become that way.
"Although magic is a taboo, the goddess Luvis is too busy to take care of herself now, so she has no time to interfere with the affairs of another continent. I should seize this opportunity and let it go.
"Starting today, Shifan will be listed as the most important monitoring object.
"March 20, 234, Luvis calendar.
"Shifan will become the most important pawn for me to climb to the top of the mage council. It would be a waste to treat her as a research object. I have already made a detailed plan, and I must keep this rare magician firmly in place. Hold it in your hand, and use her power to get everything~!
"First of all, let her adapt to human society. Language learning is of course the first priority. As a high-level user of arcane arts, I have to admit that magic is far stronger than magic. However, how to use power effectively , there is not much difference between the two. So after the language learning is over, I have to teach her all the knowledge a mage should know. Of course, that is just an idea. I must pay attention to the movements of Mortidal. noticed.
"May 2, 234, Luvis calendar.
"Excellent talent. Shifan is the smartest student I have ever met. In just one month, she has fully mastered the language—not as a survival skill, but as an art. I believe the next education will also be Must be easy to reach.
"But at the same time, another thing is also very important. People are such creatures. Once they have mastered knowledge and power, they will desperately want to get rid of control. Although Shifan has gradually begun to trust me now, if one day If she stopped obeying orders, it would all be in vain. Disobedient pieces are worse than no pieces.
"I have to let her understand that in Silvermoon City, in the Riddle Empire and even in the entire world, the only person she can rely on is me~!
"January 9, 235, Luvis calendar.
"It has been more than a year since I found Shifan. I have seen with my own eyes that she is getting stronger day by day, and she is using the power of magic skillfully every day. Now, it is time to use it.
"I have already made a careful plan, this time the target is Bobulan, although this guy is a cowardly council leader, he can't be underestimated as a mage, and it's perfect for him to be the first target of Shifan's assassination. Tonight will be a bloody night."
"Louvis calendar January 10, 235.
"Everything went smoothly. Although Shifan seemed to be a little bit wrong when she came back, she was not injured. It doesn't matter, everyone needs a period of adaptation, and she will gradually get used to killing people. Last night's actions are very important to the reformers, especially Moti. It was an unexpected blow for Dahl. After a long period of patience, we finally turned the tide~!
"Tomorrow, the emergency mechanism will be activated to select the interim parliamentary leader. I have made sufficient preparations before, and that position is none other than mine.
With a "snap", Roland slammed his fist hard on the note, and the residual energy of the magic barrier immediately caused bursts of scorching electric current on the young man's arm, but he didn't care at all. Cold flames burst out from Roland's pupils soundlessly, as if trying to burn everything in front of him.
"Damn~! This bastard~!" the guardian of the Goddess' End cursed through gritted teeth. He really wanted to tear up the notebook like this, but his reason stopped him.
If you really want to know everything about her, you should read this notebook. Otherwise, what you accept will always be a phantom in your own imagination, not the real Shifan. A cold voice echoed in the young man's mind, which could not go away for a long time.
The young man took a deep breath, collected himself, and then continued to turn the pages of the book. Accompanied by the relentless friction of paper, more and more content about "assassination", "erasure" and "clearing" appeared in the narrative, and there were even words such as "genocide". Roland couldn't imagine what it would be like for a girl who was not even ten years old to be ordered to kill children and babies younger than her.
But he knew very well that even for a warrior with a mature mind, the strong smell of blood would still completely dry up the mind of the killer.
"April 4, 2002 in the Ishutori calendar.
"This time is very wrong, Shifan actually violated my order~! She let go of the three children of the Jiman family~! Although the subordinates in charge of the aftermath killed all the fish that slipped through the net, but from a long-term perspective It seems that this problem must be resolved. All possible rebellions must be nipped in the bud. Shifan can only serve me wholeheartedly and strictly implement every order.
"July 17, 2002 in the Ishutori calendar.
"Shifan's behavior is getting more and more strange. But it doesn't matter, I have obtained the precious treasure 'Projection Purple Flame Stone', even the strongest magic barrier can't stop its prying eyes. Just use this for surveillance.
"July 19, 2002 in the Ishutori calendar.
"I see... Is it this guy? He took Shifan out for shopping during the day, and took her for a walk at night, my God~! Could it be that he fell in love with this ten-year-old girl? It's really hard to understand~! Although I have to admit Shifan will definitely be a beauty in the future, but he is one of my favorite students after all, and it should be clear that no matter how beautiful the chess pieces are, they still cannot escape the fate of killing.
"Now is the critical juncture of the struggle between reformists and conservatives. I plan to send Shifan to kill Motidal. The magic power of that old immortal is quite amazing, and there seems to be a stronger force behind him. In this How can one go wrong at a critical moment~!
"This kind of behavior will only rust the sharp sword~! I will not allow it.
"July 30, 2002 in the Ishutori calendar.
"Due to the failure of persuasion, I had to kill him.
"What a pity, Fereldo. Originally, you might have become my successor, and have risen steadily since then, standing at the pinnacle of power and magic, but now you have died because of unnecessary romance. It's a pity.
Ferredo~! ? The name of that fire phoenix~! ? Roland suddenly woke up in an instant. He hurriedly flipped through the rest of the notes, and soon reached the last page.
"August 7, 2002 in the Ishutori calendar.
"Shifan seems to have noticed Fereldo's death. It's impossible to deceive this smart girl, not to mention she has the power of magic. But this is not the key, how to appease is the most important thing Yes, I must regain control of her heart and let her understand that only by relying on me can she survive in this cruel world.
The tower lord's notes ended here. But Roland knew exactly what happened next—the projected purple flame stone that had lost its function had already explained the ending.
The appeasement failed, and then Shifan destroyed everything.
The young man raised his head and stared at the broken crystal on the table again wordlessly. In its frozen heart, there is clearly engraved the Goddess's last mad posture, just like... that dark eagle who is desperate and only wants to take revenge on the cruel reality.