When they were shaken awake, the little humans kept complaining. But when Uriel explained the situation, it jumped up. "How did she break free from your dog leash?" Marrow Wine shouted in a fuss.
"She didn't break free." Uriel looked at the tree trunk. "She pulled out the nail."
A large pansy exuding fragrant mist grew where the oak tree used to be. The entire tree was covered in petals, and it was skinny. The parts where the sacred inscriptions were wrapped were gray and crispy, and dry powder fell down when touched with the hand. The flowers are clustered together, with purple and black replacing most of the branches and green leaves.
"Is this the "Pale Wilds"? "I didn't expect that Ma Qingjiu actually knew him, "She actually carries such a thing? "
"And I can probably guess where she got it from... Damn it." Could it be that even Goddess Heather is doing me a disservice? Uriel pressed his forehead, feeling very ridiculous. "You know what? If you weren't so small that the kid couldn't find you, I might have to call you again."
"Hmph, she probably didn't even think of stopping us from finding her." The little human said, "This kind of brat always has confidence in himself."
"Where is she now?" Uriel took a deep breath and asked.
"Going upstream."
very good. Without a word he collected the pyre and flint, then drew his sword and cut off the pansy's stem. Frost climbed onto the petals, and the mist was frozen. This girl also knows how to run out, otherwise she will be found by the little oil-rubber humans wherever she hides in the shimmering forest. The apprentice must catch this guy before she escapes from the forest. He will catch her. Then she won't be so polite anymore, and Uriel promises to teach her a lesson.
"Wait." Marrow Wine said. "Before we find the kid, there's something I have to tell you."
"What?" The apprentice turned his head.
"How should I put it, Uriel, I think you are a little... anxious. You see, Roma is just a child, the kind of kid who stays at home all the time and lacks outdoor exercise. Maybe you are in a hurry or the situation is urgent."
"It's not that I'm in a hurry, but there are many kids like her who died when she was acting up!"
"But in fact, she doesn't understand your anxiety, and may even be frightened by you."
"You also heard me explain to her...why do you think I am anxious?"
"Of course, the tower thing has nothing to do with me, and I don't know what happened." The little human added a statement, "I just hope you can understand each other. After all, if you can't make her realize that the current situation is not good, , she will definitely run away."
If there is a second time, I will freeze her in ice cubes. Uriel was fed up with this troublemaking brat. It is indeed an unusual experience to see the opinions and actions of the lion race, but if this child had not run around, he would have fulfilled Manai's request long ago... Alas, Sparrow Wine is right, and I have no position to blame. Roma. He could not deny that his actions were not motivated by the tower's mission and a simple sense of justice. After all, we are all in the same boat.
"Maybe I shouldn't have been so rough." Uriel admitted, "Well, she will understand when the time comes. I don't need to say more."
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"Have you noticed? The forest has not been very quiet recently." The door vibrated and a voice came out. "Are they those nature spirits? Have they declared war on Eastman?" Its voice was full of interest.
"I don't want them to do that," Mr. Lock said.
"That's not the case," Mabel told them.
After the adventurer Anchuan left, the Seven Lamps House returned to tranquility. She tidied her garden and crawled into the narrow cave. As expected, no one would bring new food today, so Mabel cooked a pot of soup with random plant offal and added a small amount of snake pollen.
In the treehouse of St. Valoran, Mabel also has a botanical garden, and dreams are mysteries excluded from common magic by the secret words of nature. Not counting the taste of the food, there's nothing bad about it...but it doesn't belong to her now.
"What are you doing?" Ayoune asked her.
Likewise, dream magic is now a part of her life. Yasukawa didn't ask to see his mentor again when he left, but Mabel didn't send the pudgy old archer back to his dream either. She had needed to save her magic to deal with that annoying gift she'd gotten decades ago, but not anymore.
"I have to entertain guests," she replied.
"Lady Magdalen, you know what I'm thinking." His tone was cautious.
"Indeed. You are worried about his little apprentice. After all, she is also your descendant. Do you want to see her? Or...forget it, of course I know what you want to do." I shouldn't have teased Yasukawa in the first place. , Mabel felt regret again. "I am indeed preparing hot soup for her. You know I don't like to stew."
"Will she come here?" Laayoun was very surprised.
"It's not just her... How should I put it, I don't want to see my kindred for the time being, let alone someone messing up the plants I carefully cultivated while wandering into the forest. Well, actually this is the same thing." Mabel shook her head , "That gift is trouble itself, so it follows that I am trouble too. You'd better not expect that kid to bring trouble on his own."
Ayoune was confused, he didn't understand what that meant. Mabel didn't want to explain in detail either. At this time, Sylvia let out a scream, accompanied by a continuous huge tremolo. "Who are you? Let me go...and it!"
Mabel hit the old archer on the head with a spoon and he disappeared. The next moment, Sylvia, the door lady, was violently opened, and the broken latch rolled aside in ashes.
"You broke it," she said.
Unlike Anchuan and his apprentices, the visitor was an uninvited guest. Mabel had never seen him before, but his appearance was familiar: black armor and helmet, thorn-covered armbands, and cold iron gloves. A door decorated with skulls gradually closed, and the overflowing breath of death lifted up the bone-white silver cloak behind him. He looks similar to a Knight of the Cross from the Church of Gaia. Through the gaps in the iron helmet, Mabel could see the dark flames dancing in the knight's eyes.
"I can compensate you for a corpse witch according to the price." The black knight said, "Or do you want a bone dragon?"
Sylvia shivered.
"I don't want an exchange," said Mabel, "but you obviously don't agree. So why ask in vain?"
"Because the probability of the exchange being successful is very low."
Based on the other person's words, Mabel Magdalen was convinced that he had no hope of even having a normal conversation with her. After all, I had nothing to talk about with him. She let go of the spoon, and a large vine suddenly sprouted from the ground.
The uninvited guest did not want to compensate Mr. Suo, she knew this clearly. But there were many things Mabel didn't understand. "I didn't expect it to be you, the undead lord of Mysterious End."
"You think too little." The black knight drew his sword.
This was not the expected battle. Mabel still had time to think, maybe I should let Laayoun and his apprentices help. When facing powerful enemies, even the nature priests of Saint Valoran must rely on the support of their companions.
A ray of sword light broke through the vines, and the still-heating stove was split in half. I'm just afraid that the child won't be able to drink the hot soup. The elf lady jumped up to the cabinet, clasping her fingers together and pressing her forehead.
The house suddenly turned around. The broken door was squeezed against the cane window, and the doors of the other rooms were gathered together one after another, like a stack of playing cards stacked together, standing behind Mabel. The black knight's long sword approached with the gray shadow of death, and the chopped vines on the ground danced like snakes, rushing towards the enemy again. A few branches caught Sylvia, the door lady, who had fallen into the mud, and as they thrust her into the room, Mabel followed immediately. The sharp sword light followed, and the tall cabinet made of grass and wood was immediately chopped into pieces of rotten wood that could only be used for burning firewood. The splashed gravel and wood chips clanked on the door panel.
"Who did you provoke?" Ms. Men, no, it should be Ms. Men, was in shock. They were in a vast collection stone room, and as soon as the words came out, there was an immediate echo.
Mabel ignored the other party's question. She patted it with her hand, and Sylvia suddenly transformed from a heavy stone door into a suitcase. "What has become of me?" It doesn't know yet.
"Tougher," said Mabel. She threw the box over her head, and it opened immediately, pulling all kinds of things into her stomach like a black hole.
Suddenly a sword blade penetrated the door panel, and the green magic lines on the handle fell apart. "It's a pity that I don't have dreams anymore." The elf lady sighed. It is difficult for the natural secret language to resist targeted magic attacks, and she expected that the defense would be destroyed. "Otherwise I can make a wish to myself."
"Do you think he came here to make a wish?" Sylvia asked sarcastically. "I think it's revenge!"
"No, I can indeed fulfill his wish." The elf lady corrected as she closed the suitcase. At this time, the wooden door was completely smashed. The dark lord stepped across the distance between the threshold and the inner hall. Transparent flames burned on the edge of the sword, and he suddenly hit the suitcase. A circle of green light spread, and the black knight's long sword suddenly turned into a gray-scaled snake, and his tail was pinched by him. It turned back and bit him, chipping its teeth on the gauntlet. This guy needs to learn to be smarter, Mabel thought, and stop talking about everything he sees.
The black knight didn't let go. The magic of death burst out from the soul flame and penetrated into his arms and palms. He squeezed hard, and the gray-scaled snake hissed and wailed, transforming back into a knight's sword. "Hand over the things and I will spare your life." These words were too serious to be coaxing.
But she didn't respond. An arrow wrapped in mist flew from nowhere, and the sharp tip was nailed in front of the knight's iron boots. "I'm still young!" the short archer shouted to Mabel. He is Layoune, but his movements are agile and his face is not aged at all.
"Dream?" The Black Knight seemed caught off guard. He looked around and finally found something unusual in the checkered pattern on the floor. They seemed to be woven from wool.
He is right, this is the dream space that Mabel created for a wish.
