Rose Green was let go by Norad.
Perhaps out of a sense of indebtedness, the prince arranged Rousey in a cell with good conditions. This cell is semi-subterranean, with windows, decent tables and wooden beds, and only civil servants and female prisoners were detained in the past. Anyway, Rosey was wearing special shackles and couldn't use spells to escape.
In the early hours of the morning, Norad went to visit Rosey. He ordered the guards to retreat two doors away, and had a long chat with Rosey alone.
A few minutes ago, the guards heard a scream from Norad, and when they rushed to the door of the cell, the prisoner Rosey had disappeared. Norad sat on the ground against the wall, and the iron railing of the cell window was bent in two.
After seeing the scene, Lott was quite sure: Ross was let go by Norad. At any rate, Norad also trained in the Mage Academy. Although his ability is average, he should still be able to bend two thin iron bars... The main reason is that those iron bars are too thin! Even without spells, stronger fighters can bend them with bare hands.
Norad must have been waiting in the cell for a while, and he yelled after confirming that Luo Sai had run away. Lott was very curious about what the two of them talked about, maybe even what they did... After all, Norad spent a long time in the cell.
"Sig Fei, help me find him." The Skeleton Lord left the lord's mansion and stood on the quiet street in the early morning.
After getting a response, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and the blue eyes turned into scarlet flames: "Sig Fei, give me what you see and feel."
Now, what the Skeleton Monarch sees is no longer the empty streets, but the city and mountains overlooking from a high altitude. Siegfel's eyes led him across the entire Silver Falcon Castle, circled a few times in the mountains, suddenly swooped down, and stopped the human warlock in front of a dead log on the side road.
The wind pressure when the Griffon landed knocked Rosey over. He looked at Siegfried in shock, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up. Although he has absorbed a lot of purgatory elements, he has never seen this huge crimson griffin with his own eyes.
"Rose Green, where are you going?" The voice of the Skeleton Lord came out of the Griffin's mouth.
Rosie curled up behind the dead wood: "What are you? You... you are not a creature on earth..."
The Griffin (at the majesty's suggestion) roared, his red and black purgatory eyes fixed on Rosie, urging him to answer the question.
"Where am I going...?" Rousey whispered, "Yeah, where am I going... I don't even know."
The Lord of Bones said with Siegfried's mouth: "It is my power that helped you regain your youth." Anyway, Siegfried's power is also his creation, "Even if you can't cast spells now, you should be able to feel it .”
Rose closed her eyes intently, and nodded slowly. He hasn't read any books, and he doesn't know much about purgatory and exile planes, but he can clearly feel that the creatures and their power in front of him definitely don't belong to this world.
"Your body has become younger and your strength has also increased, but you only think about revenge for personal grievances?" The Maharaja sneered, "Even if you kill that person and make him a corpse, it is impossible for him to become a corpse." The lover you imagined. Even if you kill all his bloodlines, destroy Silver Falcon Castle and even the entire Sago...Snigg will never come back to you."
In fact, if Snig had just died, she might still be resurrected... If she hadn't wade through the Black Lake and entered Otarot's domain, then he would have a way to forcibly drag her soul back. Although she can only be a reincarnated corpse after she comes back... she can't do it now, she has been dead for so many years, and it is impossible for any magic or magic to find her again.
"Then what should I do..." Rosie leaned slumped on the dead wood, more relaxed than before, "After so many years... I have less and less love for them, but more and more hatred. Indeed, I I used to have some unrealistic fantasies about Lanto, but now... no more... I may not even love Snigg anymore. I just want Lanto to be tortured... Why am I the only one suffering?"
The Lord of Skeletons sighed, and let the Griffin take a few steps forward: "Rose Green, have you never thought about leaving this fate? Look over there—" Griffin raised its head to the west, standing on the mountainside A black boulder, "If you don't wear these handcuffs, can you cast a spell to break that stone?"
Rose squinted and looked: "It should be possible..."
"That's it. You have such amazing power, but you don't want to do anything, you just want to take revenge on your brother-in-law or seduce your nephew!"
"I didn't seduce my nephew!"
"You first use magic to seduce your little niece, and you want to repeat the scene of 'sister abandoning your brother' again; then you use your body to seduce your eldest nephew, let him take you into the castle, and let him help you escape."
"I admit about Tarina, but I didn't seduce Norad!" Rosie yelled angrily, "He was the one who seduced me first! I... I did use him, I really just used him …”
The griffin looked surprised, but humans couldn't tell the expression of the griffin. The Skeleton Monarch's tone was sarcasm, which didn't match Griffin's expression: "Tsk tsk, you're blushing, it's shameless, you're his uncle..."
Rousey still wanted to argue, but the griffin stepped on the dead wood with one of its front paws, and he swallowed back the words. Overlooked by huge alien creatures, a sorcerer who cannot cast spells is like a rabbit trampled by a wolf.
"I'm not here to laugh at you, Warlock." The Lord of Skeletons worked very hard, and finally suppressed the desire to digress, "Now you have a young and healthy body, your mind has returned to normal, and you have gained even stronger power... You should take a broader path instead of digging deeper and deeper into the narrow grievances. Let me ask you, how does it feel to manipulate elements from other worlds, is it interesting?"
Rosey didn't speak, as if she was reminiscing about that feeling. You can tell from the look in his eyes that the answer is of course yes.
The Lord of Bones said: "The element you perceive comes from purgatory, and I can let you enjoy more... such as the element of God's Domain. Mages all love to pursue careers. I don't believe that warlocks have no ambitions. As far as I know In ancient times, it was warlocks who first noticed the veins of divine art, and then the priests were able to rebuild their connection with the gods; later, warlocks also discovered islands outside the mainland and helped people develop navigation technology, and some warlocks even took the initiative to use the power of elements to go to the sea. Navigating the boat... Those warlocks back then were mediocre, maybe not as good as you, they can do so many things, you should be able to do more."
Rose listened quietly, her eyes became more and more focused, and her expression was not as depressed as before. After listening, he nodded to the griffin: "What do you need from me, my lord from another world?"
"Yes. I do need your assistance," said the Lord of Skeletons. "You have a keen sense of the elements, and I need you to be a 'sniffer' to find magic spoilers and plane thin spots for me, especially Those that contain unknown elements. You have to find them, record their location and characteristics, and report to me regularly. I have several subordinates who are also doing these things. When necessary, you may have to assist each other. You are human Warlocks, the abilities of warlocks are sometimes useful."
Rose frowned: "But... this is very dangerous. Elements from other worlds will corrode warlocks. This time I was just a blessing in disguise, and I don't know what will happen next time..."
The Maharaja said: "I will give you an amulet. If you encounter strange energy again, the amulet will protect you from harm. In this way, you can enjoy the spoils to your heart's content without any worries, and I can also get what I want. information."
Rosey immediately agreed: "Okay, I am happy. But how should I report to you?"
"Hold out your hand."
The sorcerer stretched out his fettered hands, and the griffin thrust forward its beak. Rose flinched, but finally held back her fear and didn't withdraw her arm.
With a swipe of the griffin's beak, the shackles that prohibited casting spells snapped into several pieces. Just as Rose was about to withdraw his hand, the Griffin suddenly grabbed his right wrist, leaving a horizontal bloodstain on it.
The wound was not deep, and looked no different from ordinary cuts... There were even traces of a failed suicide attempt.
Lord Skeleton said: "This injury will heal soon, and then it will leave an obvious scar. With this scar, my subordinates and I can 'see' you and find you at any time. You are right Everything reported by my subordinates can be transmitted to my thinking. At the same time, this trace is also the amulet I just mentioned."
After thinking for a while, Maharaja added: "Don't get me wrong, I mean we can 'see' you, not that we have to see you all the time. We also have our own lives, so we don't have so much free time."
Warlock smiled feebly, and slowly stood up while supporting the dead wood. The Griffin also stepped back a bit, flapping its wings: "Finally, I want to tell you. You must keep all of this a secret, don't reveal today's conversation, and don't reveal my whereabouts to others. Don't forget, we always I can see you."
Rose bowed: "I understand. After all, I also want to hide my identity and whereabouts."
The griffin nodded, fluttering its wings and leaping into the sky, the warlock bowed silently, and sneaked into the dense forest.
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In the evening, Prince Lanto ordered the cancellation of the arrest warrant and recalled most of the knights to the castle.
The prince didn't seem to mind letting the red vulture escape, but Norad was more persistent about it. He led a small team to search the forest day and night, and later stayed in the cabin for several nights.
It is said that he was almost able to catch Rosey: During those days when he lived in the hut, under his order, the soldiers took turns to watch the night. One night, everyone was inexplicably sleepy and slept until noon the next day. . After waking up, he found that some things were missing in the house, such as backpacks, clothes and medicinal materials. Rousey must have been back.
Burris and Black Pine were responsible for returning all the corpses to the grave, and had to sew the broken ones back together. These things must be done at night, and commanding corpses during the day will frighten the farmers in the fields.
The two sorcerers spent seven or eight days upside down day and night, and finally finished everything.
Before leaving Silver Falcon Castle, Heisong chatted with "apprentice Koref" for a long time. The general meaning was that he hoped that the little mage would say more good things in front of his mentor and not tell Burris about his stupid part. Burris happily agreed to him.
"Little mage, are you going to return directly to the mountains?" Heisong asked while waiting for the carriage. The bone chair was blown to pieces again, and he had no time to make a new one, so he had to choose to travel in a carriage for the time being.
"Yes. What about you?" Burris was also waiting for the carriage, and he hired one big enough for six people, lest the Lord of Bones had reason to crowd close to him.
Heisong pulled his hair and adjusted his image to be as gloomy as possible: "Not long ago, my old friends got an ancient treasure map. The words on it came from a long-lost civilization. They Need me to help decipher..."
Burris translated it in his mind: Among Heisong's adventure buddies, there is a barbarian, a Quintilian island elf, and two halflings. These four people are all illiterate, can speak the common language but cannot read and write, so Heisong is their senior cultural consultant. Oh, that island elf is literate, but only in his mother tongue.
Heisong said again: "If our journey will pass through the Aluben Forest, I may have to go back to my hometown to take a look. I haven't been back for a long time. I'm afraid many elves don't know me anymore. The last time I went back Sometimes, they even suspect that I have some evil purpose... "
Burris continued to translate silently: You do have evil purposes, and you plan to go home and ask for money. After you ask me for money, you have to go back to your hometown to ask for money. Your father is a frontier general in a forest settlement, and he often does not live at home. Your mother is very soft-hearted, and will give you money happily every time. You have made yourself so ghastly that the average elf would not recognize you, and if they did, they would pretend not to know you.
Heisong looked into the distance sadly, the carriage he hired seemed to be coming.
"Actually... I still want to find Odile," he said affectionately, "I've thought a lot about it recently, and I can't give up on her easily. You know, it's usually hard for mages to be tempted by others. We are too lonely and ambitious. Many, and most of the energy is put on magic... However, once the mage is tempted, the flame in his heart is difficult to extinguish. Because mages are very stubborn, mages are very good at persistence and patience."
The carriage stopped in front of the mansion, and Heisong finished his deep speech. He straightened his hood and said goodbye to the "little mage" and the servants in the castle.
Heisong's carriage drove away, and Lot's voice suddenly appeared behind Burris: "This elf is not bad, it seems that he didn't live so long in vain."
"My lord," Burris pointed to the carriage coming out of the corner, "our hired carriage has also arrived..."
Lott will not be taken off topic: "Mages are very stubborn, so some mages will never talk about emotions openly, even if you encourage them."
The carriage stopped in front of them, and the two coachmen graciously helped them carry their luggage and open the doors. After setting off on the road, Lott sat comfortably on the spacious soft seat and looked at Burris opposite him with a smile: "Also, mages are very good at persistence and patience. That's why he spent more than sixty years to fulfill his promise, and still Take the initiative to pull me into his current life."