A Sorcerer’s Journey

With more than 300 men, all dressed in metal armor and disciplined, the knights are in no way the decorative vases Green sees in the aristocratic circle, or the so-called knights swimming at the tips of the inferior tavern knives.

To describe, these knights are, of course, the army.

According to Green's impression, not only the entire eastern coral island, but most of the periphery of the Seven Rings Santa College is geographically divided by the castle nobility of the descendants of the wizards.

And it is unthinkable that such greedy and entertaining aristocrats want to form a disciplined army.

After all, the stronger legions of knights are no different from the paperless ones in front of the wizards, and in the eyes of the descendants of these wizards there is no future at all.

Yokliana's cloudy eyes glistened and quietly glanced over at Green, hoping to see some emotions in Green's eyes on the ground under the face of truth.

“Did Rafi do all this?” Yokliana asked.

Green looked at the excited civilians on the street and shook his head: “I don't know, maybe. ”

Perhaps…

These superficial joys of prosperity are nothing more than a mask of some truly evil essence.

After all, collecting the despair of mankind, even the most sophisticated dark wizard, would inevitably cause a great loss of experimental material.

Brother Ba, this guy has jumped from Green's shoulder to the old witch's shoulder under Yorkleanna's company's favorite pet. At this time, Brother Ba smiled, “Gaga, Young Master, why don't you let me check it out first? ”

Green's gaze slowly shifted from the joyful and inspiring to the captivity bound by a chain of chains of knights, gradually disappearing into the gates of Bissell's most magnificent castle.

The closer to the truth, Green's heart gradually calmed down.

Ignoring Brother Ba, Green turned around and looked in a direction outside the city, recalling the vague memory of the home that once belonged to him.

“Whether the owner of this city is Rafi or not, let us not disturb the peaceful life of the city's inhabitants and explore it again at night. Now..."

Yokliana was somewhat surprised: "Anyway, your loved ones are dead. What do you care what these ordinary people think? ”

Green didn't answer Yokliana, he just flew away to the distant memories.

A moment later.

Green and Yorkleanna landed on a muddy trail, a path that villagers outside the city trampled on for a long time to Bissell City.

There were no pedestrians on the trail, and Green landed on the ground without any concern, leaving the soil to stain his shoes. Green seemed to be enjoying herself, but he rubbed the soft dirt with his toes, recalling the friendly and happy scene of following old Ham to the carriage when he was a child.

Yokliana floats slightly off the ground, seemingly loathing the dirty muddy land beneath her feet.

“If you don't mind, you'd better come down. ”

After Green's faint remarks, he opened the dimensional gap and pulled two pieces of civilian clothing out of a large piece of clothing and threw one of them at Yorkliana.

These clothes are props that Green once prepared for possible alienation disguises in the future.

Yokliana sighed and stepped on the muddy land, took over the clothes Green handed over, said nothing more, quickly changed.

“Ga? Young Master...”

After Green changed his clothes, he threw Brother Ba directly into the dimensional gap and took Yorkliana forward along the muddy path.

More than two hundred years have been enough to change the terrain of a village once remembered.

Greenie rarely remembers the time when she and Old Ham lived in only about 30 or 40 villages, and scattered scattered over a wide area on both sides of the Kanr Trench, rarely neighboring each other.

Today, a village with hundreds of families close to each other has completely replaced the gutter of memory.

Perhaps very few strangers enter the village, and the elderly people who stitch up and peel the bean shells in the sunset stare at Green and Yorkleanna.

Ignoring Green and Yorkleanna, after staggering with the two old farmers who had returned to their fields, the scene in front of them held Green back.

Still here?

And protected?

Green stood in place, staring at the already dilapidated stone house in front of him, and at this moment he felt the sour tip of his nose.

This stone house and the old horse are all that old Ham once cherished most.

Once, the old Ham, who had worked hard enough to save two gold coins, had made up his mind. After renovating the house in the spring, he sought a woman for Green and fulfilled his wish to have a grandson, but the result was...

Almost there!

In the end, the old Ham still did not fulfill his wishes. Poor and tired of him all his life, he still did not have the ability to hold his grandson in his old age and enjoy the warmth and joy of life before dying.

Extremely quickly, Green rubbed his eyes as if carelessly, covering his inner fragility at this moment.

“Is this where you used to live?” asked Yorkleanna.

This stone house, though incredibly dilapidated, is protected by tidy wood and looks so weird.

Shh.

The wooden doors open, the poorest pieces of furniture in the room are all there, and Green walks to his bed, where he used to sleep every day, and the bedding has disappeared.

Green gently rubbed his fingers on the bed slab with only a thin layer of dust, as if someone often came to clean it up.

Suck…

Green's sentiments faded away and took a hard breath of the room, revealing a comforting curve at the corner of his mouth, as if Green had heard Old Ham and his sedimentary years, and that delightful and pleasant scent.

Phew…

After exhaling, Green turned to Yorkleanna and smiled: “Looks like Rafi did come back. ”

……

Late at night, dark and quiet sky stars dot the moon in a round showing a mysterious curve.

She has long dark hair, smooth vertically, flies wildly, as if she were merging with the night, white skin as if it were pure white snow, spotless dust, tall Picena's body as a gift from nature, bright red lips as the devil's temptation. Confusion.

Seems like this is a devastating scroll of flower girls blooming in their best days. It's heartbreaking and refreshing.

But...

“Ah... you old monster, sinister dark wizard, I will not let you go! ”

The shaking light pulled the shackles of stained blood into the projection for a short and long time. The great cry was like a demon singing, the cold, damp stone walls dripping with dew water, and the captives in their uniforms filled with fear and despair, staring at their eyes as black as the abyss.

“Hmm? Need to deepen the level of despair? ”

After a long white finger slowly pulled the needle out of the cage captive, the silver flashed and the captive's finger fell off.

“Ah"

In a terrible scream, the imprisoned captives looked at their fallen fingers.

Finger, drop? I will be a disabled person in the future...

A glimmer of despair appeared and tears fell on the captives, who were in immense physical and mental pain.

“Well, this is it. ”

The girl calmly said that a malignant tumor that covered her back of her head jumped slightly, and then the girl started bandaging the prisoner's hemostasis.

The collection of despair by black wizards is by no means as crude as the collection of killings by demon hunters in wars in different worlds.

In the eyes of dark wizards, ordinary human beings who gain the despair of humankind are a renewable precious consumable energy source, until one day the collector is taken apart by dark wizards and the 708 despair is collected to its limits, and dies with the permission of dark wizards.

The Black Wizard Lab is a truly desperate hell.

Wearing the wounds of the captives, the maiden's pale and calm eyes turned to the other cages, and a handicapped captivity began to cry in despair, awaiting the arrival of the Hell's Messenger.

These 30-40 year-old men actually cry like babies.

Squeak!

Suddenly, the steel door in this crypt was slowly pushed open, and the magic restraint attached thereto just flashed slightly, like a foam broke, two people looked in and shocked their bodies like electric shocks.

One of them, like the most vicious old witch in the fairy tale, looked at the beautiful woman with the bloody tray knife in her hand and shook: “You...”

The other, wearing a grey-white spiral road mask, long, golden and mysterious.

At this moment, the man's eyes under the mask were scattered and moist.

“Rafi... you're really back. Great...”

Ding Dang!

The bloody knife fell in the girl's hand, her hands shamelessly covered, like a child found eating candy, looking at two people suddenly appearing in the underground secret room.

Tears, can't stop flowing...