"So, how are you doing?" Brady asked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He reopened the book and began to flip through it casually, still sitting on Brady's statue.
"How am I doing?" I gritted my teeth and squinted repeatedly. "How am I doing?! You should know exactly how I am doing! You sealed me for fifteen thousand years! So you tell me, how do you feel about me?"
"Fifteen thousand years? Do you think you have been away for so long? How did you come to this conclusion?"
"This is actually a simple inference." I said to him with a condescending smile. "Really, only fools will realize this now. Naturally, even if there is some kind of huge war, I suspect that it will take thousands of years to twist this land like this. Of course, there are also what I have done. The weird terminology and fashion that I came into contact with. Finally, there is the most conclusive evidence that no one remembers my name."
Yes, it's almost like that. Obviously, even toddlers can put these pieces together.
"Ha!" Brady smiled, which annoyed me. "You are the only fool here. This is not fifteen thousand years! You are not close people at all!"
"Ah, as I was worried. It's been a long time, isn't it?"
"It's almost 300!"
""Yes, three hundred thousand years. I have a nagging feeling, it may have been so long. I want you to scream for cursing my existence! I spent such a long time in the sun... You don't even know how deeply I hate you. "
"Hey, you're such an idiot. It's been three hundred years. It's always been like this. Not a few thousand years, but three hundred years."
"You can't fool me so easily. I won't be fooled by you again!"
"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, then read this book." He said as he threw the thick tome at my feet. "Well, you won't really find the answer there, but I have left the library of the Witch Assembly, not just for you. So, once we finish the work here, you can find the answer yourself."
I picked up the book and looked at the cover of the book. There is no recognition function, so I turned to the first page.
"What is this?" I asked, a little confused.
"That is my biography, written after I slept. Obviously, they found some of my old notes and notes and put them together."
""Oh? If your house is this big, I can't wait to see mine. "
"I know! It's wonderful, isn't it? But you have to wait a long time to see you. Of all their books, the only mention of you is the book you are holding."
"More lies." I hissed, but I still started to read the book.
I flipped through these pages and only glanced at whatever was written on them. Most of the words seem to be nothing more than disgusting compliments to enlarge the already swollen head of this great clown; I really want to vomit. When I stopped and started an angry discovery, I was halfway there. I tried to look a little further, but no progress. Then I turned around and started to read the only note of all my miracles and glory.
"Red Rose," I read, my blood boiled, "not stronger than the average wizard and arrogant fool. Her main goal is to rule the world, but Pure Brady can stop her within an hour. According to reports, He has no interest in his actions."
That's it. In this boring book, this is all about me.
"They got my name wrong." I whispered absent-mindedly, unable to believe it, and unable to remove my eyes from the pages of the book.
"Yes, I may have concealed something in my records. After all, history is written by the victors."
"A few things...ha." I smiled weakly, and all of my sex left my body. I feel sick. "My name, my level of power, my goal, even our last battle in a week..."
"You seem to handle this matter well." Brady said disappointedly. "I thought you would be crazy about it!"
Good expectations can be misleading. From this point, I now regard these words as the gospel, especially after reading this pile of lies.
Oh? what is this? My arms are shaking involuntarily. This has been going on for a few minutes, but I can't put my feelings on it completely. It is deeper and more primitive than any anger and anger I know. really weird. I don't know what to do with myself now.
I looked tiredly at the surrounding stalls and a large number of people moving around this small square. Many of them have actually stopped and formed a circle of observation. Everyone is looking at Brady eagerly. Brady is still sitting on top of our heads and doesn't care about the world at all. Look at them, look at us, eyes full of surprise. No, no one is staring at me. I'm so stupid to think so. Obviously I am an unknown person! They only saw that idiot.
Why is he? I can't help but think. He is not a special person, in fact I can pinch his throat right now and watch him yell for breathing air. But if I did, I wouldn’t be called a hero, and I wouldn’t care too much anyway. The problem is, I bet these goldfish will forget me again in the next few years. I can't stand this kind of thinking!
I feel it rise from the heart. An uncontrollable impulse makes everything flow out. After reading this book, I feel very frustrated, Brady's condescending attitude, and the fact that the sun still stays in place. All I want to do is scream, in fact, I really screamed.
I screamed as loudly as I could, tearing up everyone's eardrums in the square. The people around us, even those who were shopping in the small stalls, were forced to throw away the things in their hands and immediately cover their bleeding ears. Even after I was out of breath, people still hobbled there, yelling at each other, and high-pitched bells still rang in the air. Only Brady does not seem to be affected.
I cast my eyes on the book in my hand, and smiled when my anger and hatred manifested physically. The orange flame gushed out from the bottom of my sleeve like water, swallowed the book, and turned to ashes in a few seconds. I stood there with a triumphant smile and turned my attention back to Brady.
"You don't need to destroy this book." Brady sighed. "This is the only one in this city."
"As if I care!" I screamed hysterically. "Wait until I catch you! I'm going to strip you alive!"
"Calm down now." Tell an angry person to calm down? This guy is not very smart, is he? "Consider this logically. There were less than two hundred wizards in that building. I killed them all and swallowed their souls. Even if you kill the same number of ordinary people, you know that normal people and The power difference between wizard souls. Give up, you have no chance."
"Did you insert that statue a little bit? Because you look very confident."
"No, I just say it according to the actual situation."
"I see, maybe I should put it in your stomach. This way you will not only be full of ego, but you will also be full of nonsense."
I am well aware of the difference between human and wizard souls. A wizard has almost twice the power due to their mysterious affinity. Of course, when these things involve me, they are meaningless. No matter how many wizards Brady consumes, he is still not my opponent, especially when I have so many magic items on me, he is still not my opponent.
"Brady," I sighed, "the souls must have reached your head, don't let it affect your judgment. You seem to forget who you are dealing with."
"Oh, I remember too clearly."
"I don't think you know." I told him that when I unbuttoned my coat, the crow's feathers swayed slightly. "Look, the last time you caught me off guard. But this time I am fully prepared for the battle."
I shrugged the jacket on, but it never fell to the ground, just hovered on my back. I like this coat. It is like a part of my own DúLì, moving when I act, and sometimes even acting on my own, but only for my benefit. This coat is my most precious armor, and I often wear it when I go out to fight. It is mainly used to defend against sudden attacks from behind, but it also has some offensive capabilities, and it is made entirely due to my own talent.
As soon as I took off my jacket, Brady aimed his eyes at my chest. His eyes showed the yín** of an ordinary thug, and I swear I saw him licking his lips. What a sad man, just like his other races. Either way, this will only make them more likely to be killed. I just need to tear off some clothes to expose some rǔ grooves or the skin on my thighs, and their concentration is immediately broken. Strangely, I never thought Brady was like that.
"You can stop staring at my body now." I told him that he was less and less willing to be attracted by his gaze.
"Bah! Who would want to stare at that aging, three-hundred-year-old body? My interest lies in the thing hanging around your neck."
Now, ignoring the stinging jab, I grasped the small necklace in my hand shèxìng.
"What's so interesting about this trash?" I thought aloud, looking at it in the palm of my hand.
"What, are you kidding? Are you trying to tell me you don't know what it is?"
"This is the idiot I was talking about."
"You should know that this little thing is the reason why the wizarding group sent so many children to chase you down, right? It's also the reason why I was sent?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)