"Michelle, after this matter is over, let's leave here and go to Freden."
After the sisterly love ended, they set off again.
However, the atmosphere in the team became completely different from before. They communicated frequently, like biological sisters, and no longer had the slightest bit of depression they had before.
"Okay, I've wanted to leave here for a long time." Michelle replied gently.
Of course, this is no longer depressing, not including Gu Bei.
His treatment was the same as before - his hands were numb with the rope, his legs were shaking when he walked, and he had no right to speak. When he opened his mouth, Annie, who was probably smiling and smiling, would turn around and give him two whips.
What makes him most sad is that he seems to be able to only communicate with the system.
"Try my homemade shredded fried noodles."
"This noodle is so sweet..."
Gu Bei interrupted: "Have you thought of a way to escape?"
The system was instantly as quiet as a chicken.
Of course Gu Bei knew that he couldn't place his hopes on this unreliable system. He would ask the system this question just to shut it up.
He was still talking to himself:
"We have to find a way to lure the pursuers over, and we have to make Michelle completely unaware of it. In this way, when the pursuers come, she won't have time to kill me..."
The system interrupted: "The success rate is too low. You might as well try to seduce Michelle. The success rate is at least 25%."
“…”
Gu Bei thought about this proposal seriously, and finally said to the system: "Get out."
The three are still moving forward. While following Michelle, Gu Bei pretended to be half-dead to make Annie take it lightly. At the same time, with his mind like a mirror, he secretly thought about ways to escape.
Suddenly, he looked up at Michelle, and an idea flashed in his mind.
"Let's do this for now, there is no other way."
Anne was driving him forward, and he seemed to be well-behaved, stumbling along. However, soon, he suddenly stopped, pretending to be exhausted, and fell to the ground.
Eyes closed, motionless.
Michelle stopped and turned around. Annie observed Gu Bei closely for a while, then shook her head:
"He fainted."
Michelle didn't say anything, as if she was lowering her head in thought, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
"These nobles are really useless."
Annie was a little dissatisfied and kicked Gu Bei hard.
Gu Bei held back the pain and did not reveal his secret.
At the same time, with his hand pressed under his stomach, he quietly wrote a word on the ground - "Treasure House".
This is what Gu Bei came up with: he pretended to faint and left a mark here to let the pursuers discover Michelle's destination. In this way, the family can sit back and wait at the location of the treasure house.
Because his movements were subtle enough, Anne and Michelle didn't notice.
"Do you really think this is useful? Even if these marks are discovered and the pursuers rush over, Michelle will still have time to silence you."
The system said in his mind.
"Better than doing nothing."
Gu Bei said in his heart.
Moreover, if the pursuers ambush well and catch Michelle off guard, the chance of his own survival is still very high. There is no reason for the system to be pessimistic. Judging from Michelle's solemn look, the Riese family should have two tools to help them not be so useless.
So he had a lot of hope for the idea.
Just as Gu Bei was drawing marks on the ground.
Suddenly, a strange string of sentences that he had never heard before and could not understand came over.
That was Annie, she was reading something, but the voice was completely different from her usual. Those low and mysterious words echoed in the woods, as if carrying a magical power, making Gu Bei involuntarily fall into a trance.
He felt a tremor coming from his soul.
Before he could react, suddenly, a ball of water appeared out of thin air, drenching him to the core. The shock of the moment made it impossible for him to pretend any longer.
With his body trembling, he "woke up".
"What a troublesome waste of my magic power." Annie's voice returned to its normal tone.
Gu Bei was still immersed in shock.
what is that? A spell? magic
Although in previous conversations, Gu Bei had learned about the setting of this world and that Michelle and Anne were mages, after all, he had never seen it with his own eyes.
The moment the spell was cast, he felt as if the whole world was turned upside down.
Time stood still, and the trees and soil within reach became blurry and distant. The fear and joy rising deep in the soul are intertwined, and everything becomes more... more...
Gu Bei didn't know how to describe it.
"More essential." The system suddenly spoke in his mind.
Yes, more essential!
Gu Bei felt a little excited. The moment the spell appeared, he felt like he was having a conversation with his own origin.
The feeling was as wonderful as his first time, but more profound than the first time. It's like an ecstatic trance, and like an abyss pouring out of boundless painful entanglement, which makes people want to stop.
His body couldn't stop shaking.
"Is this... magic?"
Gu Bei couldn't help but speak out.
He needs more.
Just as Gu Bei was savoring the aftertaste of the spell.
"Yeah, magic."
Surprisingly, Annie actually responded to Gu Bei's murmur.
As if somewhere was touched, she suddenly raised her eyes, and a strong hatred suddenly surged out of her voice:
"What's so surprising? You nailed it in a coffin underground without even knowing the slightest bit of knowledge about magic. How could you possibly understand it?"
Gu Bei came back to his senses and looked at Annie with some confusion.
Anne seemed to be touched emotionally, and resentful words jumped out one after another:
"You are just cowardly. You are afraid of everyone who is different from you. You will be satisfied only when everyone becomes as mediocre and incompetent as you. But you have no shame. Instead, you put the evil hat on the head of the genius. . And use so-called normality as a pass for your incompetence."
Anne said, growing more excited.
"Annie, it's ready!"
Michelle interrupted her: "What's the use of telling him this?"
Annie was startled and stopped talking. Realizing her gaffe, she looked at Michelle uneasily:
"I'm sorry, I was so emotional."
Michelle nodded, not caring.
"We have wasted enough time. Don't forget, we are still wanted criminals by the church." She glanced at Gu Bei and urged, "Let's go quickly."
Annie nodded in agreement. She turned around and kicked Gu Bei, urging him to stand up.
"You're useless, hurry up and catch up!"
Gu Bei wasn't angry, he didn't even react to Annie's tirade. He just looked a little weak and followed Michelle's steps obediently.
No one knew how ecstatic he felt in his heart at this moment.
"Do it again! Do it again!"
He yelled at the system in his head.
Half an hour ago, he had never expected that the cold mechanical sound could make him so excited. He never imagined that he would tell the system not to shut up but to speak more.
The system that had been nagging was a little shy at this moment, and it took a long time before he shyly uttered a sentence.
In one sentence, Gu Bei couldn't understand even half of the word.
But it doesn't matter, because, that's exactly the spell of Annie's water balloon magic.
The system simulated it verbatim.
In other words, he can listen to this mantra again and again at any time!
This mantra was played out by the system, and it sounded like the gibberish of a madman, without any sense of mystery or power from before. But Gu Bei didn't care. He knew that these words only needed something else to become a real spell and burst out with incredible power.
He will find that thing.
That's right, Gu Bei was determined to become a mage from the moment he heard the spell.
It’s not just about having power or hoping to become something great.
From the moment he crossed over, he was thinking about one thing: What is the meaning of his own crossing? Why did he come here? Maybe all this is just an accident, but accident means necessity.
And now, he thinks he has the answer.
It was magic calling him.
He escaped from the ordinary and trivial life and traveled through an unknown amount of time and space to come here, not to continue to be submerged in the thousands of gears of the social factory and to be an ordinary person.
The butterfly flaps its wings, and he has an obligation to make the world completely different because of him.
And right now, the only thing he could do was focus on this mantra.
"You can repeat this all day long and I will never tell you to shut up."
Therefore, Gu Bei said to the system with great excitement.
"...Sir, I suspect you are suffering from Stockelmo Syndrome."
The cold mechanical sound actually had a sense of helplessness at this moment.
Just as Gu Bei was pondering that mantra over and over again.
The other side of the canopy.
At night, the inner city of Havenright is quiet and solemn.
St. Peter's Basilica.
The sound of hurried footsteps passed through the white marble columns and stopped in the corridor of the auditorium. The synagogue was empty late at night, but somehow it gave the impression that it was full of believers.
"Your Majesty Bishop, 'it' has moved again!"
A young priest stopped and said in a panic.
"It's been so many years. Which year has it not caused some trouble? You don't have to be so panicked."
The bishop didn't seem to care and spoke casually.
With his back to the door, he stood in front of the podium, his head lowered, flipping through the books on the stage, his bright red robe neatly ironed. To his left and right, the pure black seats and milky white walls were in perfect symmetry. Together with the solemn crimson in the center, they formed a very impactful picture.
The moonlight shines low on the stained glass window, tracing the dense lines on it one stroke at a time.
"Mr. Bishop, this time is different!" The young priest did not calm down and continued, "Not only 'it', but even the holy objects are moving. Moreover, we have received an oracle!"
Sweat slipped from his forehead.
The bishop finally turned his head, his nose hooked, and his sharp eyes came out from the deep eye sockets:
"Has the oracle been translated?"
The young priest nodded. In addition to panic, there was also a trace of deep fear in his eyes:
"The translation has been completed."
The bishop's voice didn't sound the least bit angry: "Tell me, what is it?"
The priest swallowed, his Adam's apple sliding up and down.
He opened his mouth, trying to return himself to a calm and natural state, but the sound he made shocked him. His throat was like a pagan in a cleansing house who hadn't drunk water for three days. It was hoarse and hoarse.
This is what he recounted:
“The bells of the seventh day are finished, God said.”