"Alchemical potions can make the soul extremely active, just like heating unburned firewood and fanning the burning flames. Human beings, I mean any race, there is only one end of overactive fire, and that is to become a residue."
Sauron wrote: "You told me that he took the magic potion and is still alive today?" 』
Uriel was about to say something, but Joey interrupted them by twisting the ring.
"It's possible to survive with an active fire."
The young man said expressionlessly.
"Mystery cannot be completely predicted by rules. Order and chaos blend with each other. Nothing is absolute."
"There are even people who are born with abnormalities. They are no different from normal people when they don't light the fire, but as long as they step into the mystery, they will reveal themselves to be extraordinary and different from their peers."
Uriel was fascinated by what he heard, but he said no more.
"So those things are very likely to be souls." The apprentice had no choice but to continue. "They keep burning. They may not be able to ignite the fire of the mysterious person, but they can still communicate magic power. And these magic powers are in an unknown way. The method was used by the Necromancer, and this is the true face of his magical change."
"Those souls..." The ring, which could finally speak again, closed its mouth.
"They are all civilians of Yotsuye City."
When Uriel uttered these words, he felt depressed and in unbearable pain. "People's souls burn under the influence of potions, some quickly, some slowly, but they will eventually be 'eaten' by the Necromancer and become the nourishment for his own soul."
"How could he do this?"
The apprentice thought of the burning bar, the collapsed church, the devastated bell tower, and the empty streets filled with crape myrtle and shrubs; the vendors walking the streets, the rich men having fun, the flower girls trying to smile and the busy people. Busy laborers. The familiar and unfamiliar scenery overlapped and overlapped, piercing his heart like a sharp thorn.
"I prayed to Gaia, but some people said that He was dead." Uriel whispered, "I would rather be ordinary, but someone took away my future."
The apprentice asked: "Is strength the original sin?"
"It varies from person to person."
But that didn't sound like comfort.
"Cecilia said it." Uriel looked at Joey. The young man felt the sadness in his eyes and couldn't help but turn his head. “Mysteries can bring disaster because their every move can hurt others.”
"Only now do I understand that the meaning of this sentence is not to make people be wary of mystery, but to advise mystics not to do whatever they want."
The messenger was startled and turned back to look at him.
"What does Four Leaf City have to do with you as a traveler?" the young man said. "The only person you really care about is Cecilia. The death of other people brings you too much sadness. And the melancholy caused by sympathy will only make you sad." You get killed."
"But I don't want to turn into another person just because I lit the fire." The apprentice answered seriously, but Joey's attitude made him find it difficult to accept.
"I don't know why you are so tolerant of me. I think it's because I regard you as a friend, right? If you just want a follower who doesn't care about anything, then I can't accept your orders."
Uriel said categorically: "This is not excessive sadness, but due empathy for the innocent victims - because I am one of them."
"Moreover." His mood went up and then down again. He could only blame himself for his carelessness: "I can't do anything but be sad."
"Mystery will not distort your personality, and I don't need an attendant." Joey was not angry. "What you need to get rid of is not human nature, but your understanding of yourself."
Uriel was at a loss for a moment. What was there that he didn't know about?
"You also have power, you are a mysterious person; but you regard yourself as a victim, pretending to be weak and secretly pitying yourself. I said that the original sin of power varies from person to person, and people like you will not offend it, because you There is no courage not to be bullied. Wild dogs can also kill timid tigers because the latter thinks they are rabbits.”
The young man's accusations were merciless and completely negated everything he had risked his life for before. There is no more vicious irony in the world.
"What did you say?!" The apprentice looked at him in disbelief, a surge of anger coming out. Uriel finally understood why Sauron's words were always so unpleasant, because as long as its owner didn't speak, speaking would definitely make people a hundred times more uncomfortable.
"I'm really tired of trying to reason with people."
Since he asked this, Joey was not polite at all: "But for some guys who are incredibly stupid, I have to say: on the one hand, they regard themselves as victims, cry bitterly to the dead, and only know how to complain about suffering; On the one hand, he thinks he is a hero who saves the world. He feels that he deserves glory and praise for his hard work, and he will not hide it when he makes mistakes - because he was discouraged and lost the motivation to move forward at that time, so what can he talk about in the future?"
"I didn't regard myself as a hero, nor did I complain, nor was I discouraged!" Uriel realized that this was an even greater humiliation than being yelled at and pointed at. The apprentice could hardly breathe. If With a sword in his hand, he would most likely slash through it with one strike. "You are slandering!"
However, the messenger sneered: "A humble, weak and timid laborer, an unlucky guy who strayed into the new world, a poor guy who feels that he has been abandoned by life... He still cares about other people's slander? I thought he would treat it as if he couldn't hear it."
"I heard it." The apprentice squeezed out a few words through his teeth. "What advice do you have?"
"Good." Joey replied.
"It's one thing to be powerless, but it's another thing to think you're powerless." By this time, his tone had calmed down. "We're out of time."
"That's it?" Uriel's chest was filled with frustration. "There is a lot of time, and you are planning to waste it on me."
But I don’t know why, this sentence had an overwhelming response.
Joey suddenly raised his hand, and the cold air broke the stone pillars like cannonballs. The aisle was covered with thick frost, and the beams that were about to fall were frozen directly on the cracks.
The apprentice didn't even react. He only felt the cold wind passing by, followed by numbness all over his body.
But that was all, Joey had no intention of hurting him. This is really a wonderful thing. Uriel has unreasonable trust in the only person who believes in the existence of the Cloud Train, even if he knows that this trust is only one-sided.
"Very good." The young man repeated, "That's it. It seems that you are not hopeless. In addition to necessary grief, you must also learn to be angry."
"anger?"
"Sometimes it's more useful than mourning, think about it for yourself."
Uriel wanted to say something, but there was a lump in his throat. Silence is the cloud that covers the sun. People are only aware of its existence when the sun dims and disappears.
He was not left with much time. After a moment, the messenger broke the silence: "How much has your magic power been restored?"
"...Only one thing." The apprentice already knew what he was going to do, so he cheered up and replied: "But it should be possible to use magic. There may be a difference in time and clarity, and the effect of prophecy magic should be here. ”
A large part of this was his speculation. Uriel might not have said it a few minutes ago, but now the apprentice decided to give it a try.
"You don't need to see a lot, just a few clues." Joey taught him how to control his magic. "Don't think wildly, the knowledge of magic is in your mind, and it is not difficult to use it; you use the flame of your soul to communicate with the magic, and they must be at your command."
The apprentice tried to dig out the corresponding mysterious knowledge from his mind. He tried his best to mobilize the magic power according to those things, but this was much harder than driving them to attach weapons.
If I had to make an analogy, it would be like applying grease to the blade of a sword, and using these formless things to thread a needle and thread to knit a scarf is the same difference. If the latter is really put into reality, I am afraid no one can do it.
"I can't do it." He still couldn't help but be extremely disappointed with himself.
"The soul is the firewood of the fire, and consciousness is the essence of the soul." The messenger saw the problem at a glance, "Don't try to directly control the magic power. The only thing you can control is yourself."
Wisps of magic are drawn from the air by fire. After being washed by the body, they flow slowly in the world where matter and consciousness meet. Uriel closed his eyes and tried to arrange them neatly with his mind, but only a rough outline came out.
He was sweating profusely: "No, it's still far from magic."
"Change it," Joey said. "You have used it before and remember how it felt at that time."
"Only at the end can I feel the magic decrease."
"Then imagine when it's not over."
Joey's words sounded completely unreasonable to Uriel. Is it possible that his expressive ability is only revealed when he is ridiculing himself and is too lazy to activate it at other times?
Goddess's shoes, I really want to use you to open this bastard's head!
Uriel was about to cry but had no tears left.
…
Delphine opened the window, and the colorful flower shadows on the ground turned into bright slatted wiring. She shivered, and then she felt a little warmer.
"Gavin." The little princess with a four-leaf collar said pitifully, "How long do we have to wait here? I want to go to the bedroom and go back to bed."
Her brother was also shivering from the cold, "You're not allowed to go anywhere." The two of them huddled together. "There's a lot of fighting outside. There are no guards or servants here. We will be caught by the undead."
The word undead made Dandelfein feel even colder: "Gavash has invaded, will we die?"
"What nonsense." Gavin held her shoulders, "Of course we won't die. When mother comes back, she will take us to Yotsuba City to watch the Spark Festival, and the history teacher for the next period."
"I don't want to go to class." Danlfien was in a gloomy mood.
Her brother teased: "Because the demon hunting movement is about to be finished?"
"Gavin!" The little princess with the four-leaf collar was furious, "Don't say that!" Her anger was more like shame and anger. "I am not proud of Winnie Watts's praise, it is not my honor; if everyone's birth is covered with inexplicable and ridiculous legends, and they have to spend their adult lives in a strange land, Only then will you understand how happy it is to be penniless!”
Gavin suddenly remembered that in three years, Delphine would have to go to the Ice Land to claim the fiefdom awarded to her by the Queen. As the most admired "Berti's Norn" by the Veniwasse people, Danlfien had no choice but to refuse.
She had to give up the spring scenery and wilderness of the Four-leaf Territory, and guard the ice and snow city of Veniwaise alone in the white snow and biting cold wind. And Delphine, an eighteen-year-old girl, is about to wear the crown of the Earl of Ice. This is what she fears most.
It's heartbreaking to think about it. So Gavin quickly said: "I'm sorry, Danfion, I will never say it again. You are much more courageous than me... This is the praise you deserve."
"I'm scared, Gavin." The daughter of the South Country hates the cold, "I don't want to miss this Sparks Festival."
"You can also hold a grand ceremony in Whinney Watts." Gavin comforted: "The Snowflake Festival is not bad either. Think on the bright side, dear, there are beautiful ice sculptures and fluffy snow foxes there, and the long skirts and cloaks are not necessarily It’ll be uglier than silk.”
"It's a shame you can't play with me."
"I have to stay and help Fritz manage Four Leaf City." Gavin replied, "I will visit you every Frost Moon. We will watch the fireworks at the Snowflake Festival or hunt together."
The girl was still unhappy, but she forced a smile: "Maybe there will be sledding and skating rinks. I learned to skate during the Frost Moon last year. Gavin, I don't feel so cold anymore."
The boy was about to tease her again to make the conversation more relaxed when suddenly the door banged and the two of them were startled.
…
The boulder hit him head-on, but Uriel still saw a corpse wearing knight armor. He woke up suddenly and returned to the hall.
"What did you see?" the messenger asked.
"I found him." The apprentice looked anxious, turned around and ran away. "Right up there!"
