"Even if I tell you, will you understand?" The old woman was too lazy to explain.
"Tell me where to look," Roma urged.
It was the long-haired woman who told her the answer. "I represent the basic path of Windrunner. If you choose me, you will have extraordinary qualities as a shooter." Her eyes shook, as if she was squinting at the other head. "The old woman was originally an elementalist, and most of the archery skills she knew were related to enchantment."
"But Windrunner is already capable of enchantment." Roma still remembers the mystery of several levels. This is what Anchuan showed her. He must explain to the little lion, who has more problems than stars, why he needs to exercise certain body parts, otherwise the latter will inevitably become lazy.
"Don't listen to her nonsense." The old woman yelled, "Who said that the elementalist can only enchant? My skills are reflected in the mysterious arrows, rather than simply pulling the string of the bow. If you don't understand, don't mislead others. .”
I also do not understand. "How to do this?" Roma asked.
"First, you need to collect good rubbing wood to make arrow shafts, and then draw magic words on it according to your needs. Remember to praise Heather with divine words at the end." When talking about these things, the old woman was very interested, and her chin opened and closed. It almost fell off the stone pillar. "Choose dark brown bird feathers for arrow feathers. Of course, I know which bird's feathers are most suitable..."
"Many people cannot make it to this step." The long-haired head said unceremoniously, "Because their magic literature failed. In my opinion, you should not be regarded as a Windrunner, but a master of magic literature - just throw it out. Fireballs or bubbles. Maybe it can also promote the growth of potted plants, but that's it. My child, are you good at runes?" It turned to Roma.
When he thought of having to study disgusting magical literature after returning to the tower, the little lion head felt extremely unhappy but said nothing. "No, thank you, old lady." She almost said the wrong thing.
The old woman sighed. "Few people choose me anymore, which is not good for the mysterious inheritance. She put me here back then, as if I had a way."
"Now that you have decided, come to me, child." said the long-haired woman.
Roma hesitated and tried to find her mentor Yasukawa with her eyes. "Isn't it a little early? I'm currently undergoing a trial of fire. If I change my profession now -"
"Ah, you don't have to worry about this." The long-haired head told her, "With enough magic power, your fire lighting ceremony will start at the same time as your job change. You must be aware of the precautions. Make up your mind and suspect it is the temptation of the devil. . Come on, child, give your soul to the apostle of the forest. Heather, I hope you can succeed once." Under her instructions, Roma stretched out her hand and touched the dry forehead.
"You belong to the wind and freedom." At this time, the little lion heard a whisper.
The wonderful feeling grew in her flesh and blood from the inside out. "I'm sprouting!" Roma gasped, waving her free hand in the air. She saw something seemed to be swimming under the fur, and she couldn't help but feel horrified. "What is this? What's wrong with me?"
"That's the magic of the ceremonial master," the old woman told her. "It will lead you to a sense of mystery and order faster. No need to be afraid, when the bridge is built, you will succeed."
"But……"
"You have so many. Mentors from Gao Huan are not common nowadays. What are you worried about?"
The Tower of the Sky or His Excellency Kong Jing presided over the ceremony. It's not that Roma didn't trust Yasukawa, but anyway, the fire trial and job transfer were going on at the same time, and she began to feel that she needed more time to practice. "It's not because of magic power." She described her feelings. "It seems like... tree roots? Or sharp branches... extending outward... growing..."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
It's hard to describe this feeling as comfortable, but it can't even be described as painful. Roma tried her best to breathe, but something else seemed to mix with the air and enter her windpipe. She saw the dark stone wall suddenly turn into dark green, and the moss turned into blue. Sharp teeth sprouted from the old woman's bald head, and debris kept falling off her skin. The stone platform seemed to have turned into an orange-red liquid, with bubbles and smoke rising. There was originally a hoarse call in her ears, but now she heard a harmonious and light music. There were also roots coiling and spiraling in the flesh, and she could feel that they were her own blood and bones. Everything was extremely abnormal.
"It's so weird." Roma imagined that a grinning pansy grew out of her throat and was spitting out white mist. "A terrible feeling. I'm sure I swallowed a giant jar of butter moss."
"It's best not to eat too much of this snack."
"That's spice!"
The old woman laughed. "Only for you. In hard times, herbs are used to fill the stomach. Yes, green elves are rarely affected by plant toxins."
Who cares what the green elves eat? Roma thought. She concentrated, feeling the mysterious ripples. The process was more difficult than practicing archery, and even more difficult than the astrology homework Larson gave her. There is no direction. She suddenly realized the problem. I don't know what to do.
"Roma." The mentor's voice seemed to come out of his head. He was still not far from her. The little lion quickly caught the sound and shook his head to distinguish between dreams and reality. "Don't think too much, Roma. Just focus. I thought you wouldn't have a problem here."
"What?" Weird color blocks were all over the field of vision, but Roma still saw two heads. But whether it was the long-haired woman or the verbose old woman she came into contact with, they were still at this moment.
The sound is too vague. Roma tried to stand up, but fell down on the stone platform, her lips only an inch away from the long-haired woman's dry scalp. Her fingers jammed into the skull's toothless mouth, and it swelled painfully. The forked tongue tightened around the knuckles, and Roma subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but failed. She tripped over it. "let me go!"
As if in response to her cry, the lifeless head suddenly became alive. The mentor's voice faded away and could no longer be heard. "Are you sure?" the long-haired head said vaguely, "Are you giving up on changing jobs, or are you being frightened and talking nonsense?"
"You bite me!"
"Before the tribe gave me to Heather, I could still do this action. It's a pity that I am a tree herder, otherwise I would have kept my teeth." It turned its head and said to the old woman's head.
"Hold on tight, little fool. You must not let go." The old woman ignored it and scolded Roma instead. Its articulation is still like singing. "For the sake of the goddess, we can only help you once."
The little lion was a little ashamed. "I do not know--"
"Oh, you know so little, so it's best to listen to others."
Roma could only raise her hands, and the tongue gradually relaxed. She regained feeling in her fingers and felt a damp and cold feeling around her. She tried not to let her brain subconsciously emphasize that she was putting her fingers in a dead man's mouth. Concentrate, the little lion said to himself, make up your mind, your determination is strength. My determination was to find Aiken and make the church assholes pay.
"Not bad." The long-haired head said vaguely.
Its reviews are spot on. Roma felt a strange pulse a few seconds later. Her flesh and bones made a sound, and the sound was sweet, but only she could hear it. The roots growing from the heart began to curl up, and the mentor's magic no longer swam suddenly, but silently changed its nature - as if it had changed from a stream to magma, and she soon felt the heat. No one needed to explain the meaning of this process, Roma understood it naturally.
ignite.
Heat came out of her pores as if she were a kettle on the stove. Countless phantoms intersect, lines and color blocks overlap each other, and light spots and deformed strings appear and disappear. Roma was dizzy, but her connection with her body was even closer, as if part of her soul had merged into her flesh and blood, driving life to flourish.
The roots have become fuel, she thought, burned by my fire. Perhaps they are my soul, undergoing a divine nirvana at this moment. The magic power of rebirth flows through the body, and the little lion feels as satisfied as getting up at noon. She felt like she had never been so excited.
"Beautiful flames," the old woman exclaimed. "Another mysterious creature is born."
"Not just mythical creatures," corrected its companion.
Before Roma could fully appreciate the magic power, a deeper mystery suddenly descended upon her. She grunted complainingly and sank her consciousness into the vast ocean of knowledge.
The sense of time stretched accordingly, as if she was having another dream in her dream. But when I woke up from the sweet dream, everything returned to the way it was before. Roma opened her eyes and found herself lying on the stone platform. The two heads stayed peacefully on the top of the stone pillar, without any trace of movement. Since her fingers had detached themselves from the long-haired head, she concluded that the ceremony was over.
"I succeeded." She certainly knows better than anyone else whether the result is certain or not. Roma couldn't suppress her excitement and never wanted to suppress it. "Teacher! Mr. Yasukawa! I succeeded!" She was so excited that she almost fell off the stone platform. "I am a Windrunner. Humph, I knew before this that I would be...teacher?"
Something is wrong. She suddenly became quiet. For a moment, Roma thought she was still immersed in a dream. The darkness is not an obstacle, the morning light is seeping through the gaps in the vine curtain. Through the weak light, she did not see Yasukawa in the temple.
She looked at the two heads. "I'm awake." The little lion muttered. Could it be that he went hunting? She spent a whole night changing jobs, and Yasukawa only had to preside over the mysterious ceremony of lighting the fire. He couldn't help with the job transfer. "Heather, where should I go to find you now? Or should I wait here?"
Until noon, hunger completely took over the senses. Roma finally realized that Yasukawa would not come back. Joy was replaced by depression. He said he would teach me more things and help me find Aiken. Is it all just comfort?
Roma gritted his teeth and wrapped two strips of gold and gray cloth around his bow. He treats me like a child and he doesn't trust me. Just wait and see, there will be something good for you!
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