"If possible, we must bear all the sufferings in the world with a fragile body and dull pain."
When she came back to her senses, the girl was already deep in the mud. She screamed, and in response, the tentacles, like roses woven from mud, tightly bound her body.
The shadow that absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of brilliance ravages the skin of the dirty girl as if it wants to drag the person who sings the zenith into the abyss.
Not only the neck, but also the limbs and body were all embedded with complaining thorns, and the strength continued to increase as if they were about to take the girl's life.
"Livlin! Livlin! Can you hear me? Wake up!"
The elf man showed a nervous expression and kept shouting as he hugged the girl into his arms to wake her up from the nightmare.
"Did you fail this time too? But this is to be expected. After all, this is a magic book that even the great magician Nonise found difficult and failed to crack. Livlin can do this to this extent. It’s pretty good in my opinion.”
Concerned greetings came from the side. Leaning on the shoulders of the hugging people, the girl looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man wearing a pure white robe walking towards this direction with a smile.
"Ryder...I'm sorry...it's obviously only the last step...I..." The girl turned away, feeling a little guilty and not daring to look directly at the other person's eyes.
The girl lowered her head and looked at the page in her hand. It was a fragment of a page from a magic book. From the edge of the page, you could see that it had been torn off in an extremely rough manner. It was obvious that even the owner of the book was I don't recognize the value of the original book.
It still has a crisp white space, but also a bunch of meaningless childish graffiti, a giant, a centaur and a human who seems to be holding a torch. It looks like someone's child is carrying his parents on his back. The result of playing with pen drawings.
And it was extremely worthless, and it fell into the hands of the girl by chance at this moment. It was like a kind of destiny, so wonderful.
"Huh?" Realizing that the arms hugging her had tightened a bit, the girl raised her head and met the elf man's loving gaze, and a trace of blush appeared on her cheeks.
"No matter what other people think, in my eyes Lin is a good enough magician. In time, she will definitely shine and surpass your master Nonise to become a new generation legend in the magic world!"
"Master, she is a sage favored by the forest god. She is one of the ancient elves who have survived since the mythical era. Her hundreds of years of experience and cultivation are beyond what an ordinary person like me can surpass overnight." The girl used her head. He knocked on the opponent's chest, obviously dissatisfied with the opponent's exaggerated remarks, and retorted angrily with his lips pouted.
The result was that the other party smiled and patted his head perfunctorily, like coaxing a child. The girl's long black and thick hair was brushed with one hand, making it strands and fine.
The elf man wanted to keep stroking him until his hair turned gray and his black hair disappeared. Just like a pair of ordinary lovers from their prime to their twilight years, his wish is just to stay with the person in front of him until the end.
But that is obviously impossible. There is bound to be an insurmountable gap between elves and humans, between long-lived species and short-lived species.
"The time you have with me can only be regarded as one-tenth of your life journey."
Then the rest of my life will be nothing but loneliness and sadness.
"Don't underestimate yourself Livlin, you are better than most people. At least among the three of us, you are the one who has the best chance of being recognized by the gods and becoming the powerful Dharma King." The girl called Ryder The young man, holding the magic book, looked at the two of them and affirmed her talent with a smile.
"This reference range is too small. I also said that Kruger is the one among us who has the most hope of becoming the Sword King. And Sabatos Ryder, you said that I am underestimating myself. I obviously see myself most clearly." It’s you who is right!”
In this three-person team, the girl's chattering has become a daily routine. They are like an ordinary adventure team. They will take the initiative to explore the unknown, run for a living, and be happy, angry, and sad because of the trivial things in life.
"It was like this four hundred years ago."
The icy cold air came in waves, and the heavy snow fell from the sky like cotton wool, white and pure, like angel's feathers gently covering the earth.
The witch walked leisurely on this frozen soil, and the surrounding trees were covered with silver flowers. Monsters, pretenders, and even the birds and beasts flying in the sky were inevitably solidified and frozen, becoming ice sculptures or falling from the sky. , or buried by heavy snow.
"Krugel, Sabatos Ryder and the girl who drowned in memories, they were carefree together - playing, discussing... longing for ideals and looking into the future."
The long icicles were like crystal daggers hanging on the treetops, as if the world had been frozen. The quiet and heavy feeling was just like the witch's state of mind at the moment, which was extremely cold and without any warmth.
"Is the result still the same?"
Five more years have passed since then. Almost every week, Ryder would hold the magic book and ask the girl to read the contents.
But this time, the girl still shook her head helplessly. Seeing Ryder being so persistent and looking at his slightly anxious face under the candlelight, the girl felt puzzled and asked.
"Why does Ryder always want to decipher this magic book? It seems to me that there is no magic in the book that can help you?"
"Actually, it's nothing." Ryder explained: "Since I can't remember, my parents died in a plague. I should have mentioned this to you earlier. A demon in the village The mentor took me in and guided me to the path of learning magic, and this magic book was the relic left to me by the magician before he passed away. I think he will deliver this book to me at the end of his life. For me, there must be some deep meaning that I need to understand.”
"Do you remember? My master once said that this book is like a locked wardrobe, not a treasure chest worth the effort to open. Even if you know there are only a few clothes in it, you still plan to keep trying. Go open it?"
"I understand that this matter is indeed a bit willful, so I will consider what you say as appropriate, but I think about this time next week, I will still ask you as I am now. Of course, if you are not willing, I will also comply. If you wish, give up this idea immediately." At this point, Ryder bowed in apology, and then walked out of the room holding the magic book as before.
Just at this time, Kruger came back from shopping outside, and the two sides met. Ryder pushed up his glasses that had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and chose to leave in a hurry without intending to talk about anything.
"Did you fail this time too?" The girl in the guest room looked at the girl sitting there worriedly, and Kruger felt a little headache.
"No, in fact it was successful three years ago."
However, the girl's answer surprised Kruger.
"I have been thinking about whether I should tell Ryder the result, because there is nothing valuable recorded on it, it is just a story - a myth and legend from a foreign land."
