"We found a hole on the cliff of a forest hill and bet on what animal's nest it was. After arguing for a while, we climbed in together to check it out, and then..."
Mr. Riddle looked sad, but the memory came more easily:
"I was the only one who survived. The dragon probably thought we were going to steal his stuff, so it chased me for a long distance before I was driven away by the witch who lived in the Black Forest. But the witch said that it was me who attracted the dragon to burn down the forest, and she forced me to sign a contract to replant a hundred saplings in the forest every year until I died or made up for all the losses. If I didn't go, my soul would always feel the pain of being burned... I replanted this year's share before I set out on this journey. I will continue to do this next year, the year after, and the year after that. This has become my lifelong responsibility, so I can remember this experience."
Shade kept a stern face and did not comment. Considering how much the Fifth Epoch witches hated men, Mr. Riddle was only punished to replant saplings every year, which was really a very light punishment.
Observing the new cards again, Shade, with faint bright marks on his body, looked at the God across the table. He sat there silently. As the light flickered, new cards appeared in the groove of the table in front of the God. On the card, a chic black-haired witch stood in front of the temple with a sword in hand.
A red light flowed out from the card of Dragon's Plague, and a bright white light flowed out from the card of the second witch.
Not only red and white, but also the black and gold of the first two cards flowed into more grooves on the table. Finally, the four colors of light passed through dozens of grooves and converged in the center of the table.
The giant dragon roared, with a huge number of evil spirits around it, and started fighting with the shadows of the two witches in the center of the table.
The flames spewed by the dragon forced the witches to work together to resist, but the holy swords in the witches' hands could also cause great damage to the dragon and the evil spirits.
Incantations, dragon flames, curses, holy swords, all kinds of strange lights and sounds, produced scenes that ordinary people could not imagine. Although they were just phantoms, the light effect caused by extraordinary power was not weakened at all. Just by watching this battle, one can imagine the destructive power.
The battle continued for about five minutes before it came to a temporary halt with a slight victory for Mr. Riddle.
Mr. Riddle stared at the table with wide eyes, while Shade, calculating the time, restored all the containers in his pocket that could hold water from toys to real objects, and then filled them with water with a spell:
"Mr. Riddle, I'm going to be away for a while."
The conversation was a bit long, and it was almost over in twenty minutes. But that was enough, as Shade had figured out the key point of this time travel.
"What? No, please don't leave me!"
Mr. Riddle immediately stood up in panic, and tried to grab Shad's hand in surprise, but saw Shad floating backwards away from the stone table in a strange posture.
The candle across the table went out, and half the room was once again plunged into an eerie darkness.
Mr. Riddle certainly couldn't see at this moment that white mist had appeared behind Shad, calling him home.
"When I'm gone, please try your best to recall your past. I will help you find your experiences in another time and space. Mr. Riddle, your life experience is really interesting."
Xia De waved at the middle-aged man who was a little frightened and frantic at the moment.
"But... please don't leave me! Don't leave me here alone! Don't leave me to fear!"
Mr. Riddle tried to grab Shad's hand, but missed, and Shad's figure became transparent.
"Please believe me, Mr. Riddle, I will definitely come back. When I'm not around, please don't continue gambling without permission. Think carefully about your past. That is your life, that is your strength. Memories will help you overcome your fear."
Xia De shouted loudly, half of his body was swallowed by the white mist:
"May the father of the infinite tree and Mr. Tamaki..."
His voice and figure disappeared completely. Mr. Riddle stood there in a daze. It was not until he saw the water containers left by Shad and confirmed that everything that had just happened was not an illusion that he shook his head like an old dog that fell into the water.
He turned and looked at the darkness on the other side of the table. He didn't know if there was nothing in the darkness, or if the black-robed god was still sitting there.
The robe rubbed against the wall. Mr. Riddle walked to the wall with a look of loss, and leaned against it like the corpses:
"... ... protect you and me."
He said what Shade hadn't finished.
(Mi Mia is running...)
He walked backwards out from the bedroom door, and before the curious cat could stretch out its claws, Shade bent down and picked it up.
The third time traveling experience seemed to be simpler than the previous two.
There was no connection with Xia De that spanned thousands of years, and this experience seemed to be just a simple matter of helping an ordinary person who was in trouble.
This was not a difficult task for Shade. He did not need to consider the impact of the subsequent investigation on himself, nor did he need to worry about his secrets being discovered. All he had to do was to investigate the life of Sledge Riddle.
Two of the ten grooves have been filled, which means that every time he finds four life experiences, he can open the key once. And eight life experiences that are enough to be called wonderful life experiences are probably enough for him to complete the third mission of the father of the infinite tree.
"But in this case, what is the point of this mission?"
This was something Shade couldn't understand. In the first mission, the stranger left a fairy tale in the past time and space. In the second mission, he helped the witch who had the most important historical position in the Fifth Epoch. But this time, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see what significance it had for time and space.
"strangeness."
Stroking the cat in his arms, Shade frowned:
"Could it be that Mr. Sledge Riddle also played a significant role in history? But is there a famous man with this name in the Fifth Epoch?"
Spanning more than five thousand years, if Sledge Riddle wasn't some important person, the possibility of Shade finding him was very low.
"Or does this time travel have no meaning at all, and is it really just a random arrangement by the Father of the Infinite Tree?"
After standing by the window for a while, Xia De thought about finishing the investigation report and submitting it to the college before going to bed.
The events in the year 1784 of the Fifth Era provided by Professor Garcia had nothing to do with Shade's experience. The long letter described a story about an unknown witch searching for documents and preparing to participate in the descent ceremony of the God of Flowers.
In the report he submitted, Shad planned to write that he had seen Mr. Riddle, who was about to return home from the Dreadfort. In this way, the college would consider this investigation a true poet-level event, which would not arouse further suspicion from the college, but at the same time allow the college to help investigate the "Dreadfort" and Mr. Riddle.
"Hmm... I have a feeling that things won't be that simple this time."