In the shadow world intertwined with black and white, Gawain, Amber, Betty, and an unknown wild mage sat around a simple wooden house. In front of them was placed the lunch that Betty had just prepared——Jane Simple slices of bread, fried sausage, and some vegetable soup.
It's all colorless, like an old black and white photo.
Gawain had no intention of touching the food in front of him. Although it was indeed possible to cook in the Shadow Realm, he was really not sure that he, a living human being (probably) would have any consequences if he ate food from the Shadow Realm. What consequences.
Beside them, Amber and Betty also did not move their knives and forks.
The wild mage across the table did not rush them. He just ate the food in front of him silently, appearing very quiet.
A strange tacit understanding lingers in the wooden house.
The first person to break the silence was Gawain: "How long have you been here?"
"It's been a long time," the wild mage put down his knife and fork, appearing very polite, "I haven't left the secret method for a long time. In the second year of the association, I settled here."
"Were you once a member of the Secret Society?" Gawain asked somewhat unexpectedly, "I thought you had always been a wild mage."< /p>
"I was originally a second-level member of the Arcane Society," the wild mage said quietly. "According to the standards of the Arcane Society, I am a poor spellcaster - I am good at calculation and reasoning, but I lack The ability to convert it into a spell model. In other words, my spellcasting level will always be at the elementary level. Such a mage is not welcome in the Arcana Society."
"So they drive you away. Gone?" Amber felt incredible. She knows that a real mage is very valuable, even if his spellcasting level is very poor - poor is only for those masters of secret arts. In the eyes of ordinary people, even a mage who can only release a small fireball is considered extraordinary. Big shot, even if these grassroots spellcasters are not taken seriously in the secret society, they will not be kicked out.
"I left on my own," the wild mage shook his head and turned to look at Betty, "For my daughter, in order to cure her, I had to leave."
Betty looked at the wild mage blankly, then nodded in confusion.
Gawain did not dwell on this issue, but stared into the eyes of the wild mage, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, and said slowly: "You should know where we are coming from. What to do - we don't have much time to waste."
The wild mage's stiff and dull expression finally changed slightly, his body trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head: "...Guest. , I don’t quite understand what you mean.”
Betty looked at Gawain a little nervously: “Sir?”
Gawain frowned, and after a moment, he took his hand from the front door. The hilt of the sword was removed, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then wait for a while."
The wild mage lowered his head and continued to eat his meal quietly and silently. During the process, the only extra movement he made was toHe raised his head and glanced at Betty next to him.
The food will eventually be eaten, and Gawain cannot wait indefinitely.
The wild mage ate the last bite of sausage, and then carefully wiped the vegetable soup in the soup plate with slices of bread. After finishing his meal, he looked up in the direction of Betty - but his eyes In fact, it didn't focus on Betty at all, but focused on a more distant place. His body swayed, as if he wanted to stand up, but he tried several times without success.
In the end it was Betty who helped him up.
"Dad, I have to leave." The little girl held the wild mage's arm and made sure that he was standing firmly before letting go. She moved to Gawain's side in small steps, "Miss Rebecca and Mrs. Hetty is still waiting for me - and the master is here too."
The wild mage's lips moved, and finally he nodded slightly. His expression calmed down and he explained carefully: " Don't eat food given by strangers. "Go to bed on time." "Don't fight with other children."
The brilliance of reason is slowly disappearing from this poor man. The words faded from his eyes, and Gawain knew that everything he said now was just gibberish.
Although he was barely awake during the entire process.
The figure of the wild mage gradually faded, but suddenly something like a flame burned in the increasingly dim shadow. Gawain had been waiting for this moment, and he quickly pulled out The Sword of the Pioneer, a faint glimmer of light surges on the blade.
Amber quickly pulled Betty into her arms and covered the little girl's eyes in time.
Gawain pierced the sword into the flame in the chest of the wild mage, and the flames shook violently. The wild mage, who had been transforming towards the evil spirit, suddenly stopped transforming, and the illusory figure quickly solidified into Entity, and then the blazing flames devoured him and burned his entire body into a hideous and charred corpse.
After burning for half a minute, the body was completely reduced to ashes.
Cracking sounds came from all directions. The cabin quickly disintegrated after losing its owner. Dense cracks covered the walls and roof in the blink of an eye. The pale light of the outside world filtered through. Cracks in the wood spilled into the house.
Gawain pulled Amber and Betty and ran out of the house quickly, and the moment they ran out, the wooden house collapsed completely.
The collapsed wooden house ignited a fire in front of them. The fire lasted for a short time, as if what was burned was not a wooden house, but a paper house.
As the wooden house gradually turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind, Amber suddenly took Gawain's arm and pointed at the foundation of the wooden house and exclaimed: "Hey! Look at that!"
p>Gao Wen looked attentively and saw that beneath the ashes of the wooden house, a flickering line was brightening. The light penetrated the flying ash and gradually formed a complex and huge structure - that was impressively It looks like a large magic circle.
"This is probably the highest achievement of that wild mage's life," Gawain nodded slightly, "It was probably the problem with this magic circle that caused him to fall into this situation."
Speak In the meantime, Betty's figure began to gradually transform into fluttering light spots. These light spots flew in place twice, and then quickly flew towards the direction from which Gawain and Amber came.
Amber lowered her head and looked at her hands. The hands that had turned gray were regaining blood color. As the color returned to her and Gawain, the Shadow Realm rejected them. It has become more and more obvious.
Some shadowy things condensed out of the thin mist around them. They were completely shapeless, but they were obviously malicious. The native residents of the Shadow Realm finally smelled the breath of outsiders. Shallow things emerged, gradually gathering like hyenas smelling blood.
"We must retreat!" Amber said to Gawain, "We are no longer welcome in this place!"
Gawain took a final deep look at the ruins of the hut and looked at the ruins of the hut. He tried hard to remember the glowing lines and symbols in his mind, and then pulled Amber's arm: "Let's go!"
After a brief dizziness, the real world appeared in front of him again.
The fog of resentful spirits has dissipated, and the jungle has returned to its original appearance. Rebecca and Hetty, who have lost their strength, are supporting each other and leaning under a tree. Knight Byron is supporting him with his long sword. The body barely protected the two hostesses, while the two surviving soldiers collapsed on the ground.
Betty should be in the best condition of all - she is standing next to Rebecca in a daze holding a pan, as if this dazed expression has been solidified on her face .
Hetty immediately stood up after seeing Gawain: "Ancestor-it's great that you are safe!"
Then she saw Gawain. The face of Amber who was following behind him suddenly became subtle: "Didn't this thief escape?"
"Hey! What do you mean by treating him differently!" Amber suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. , "Your ancestors and I just went to the Shadow Realm and narrowly escaped death to save you, okay! You big-breasted and brainless old woman..."
Hetivan did not expect that this young lady thief would actually He dared to curse at himself, and his face immediately turned ugly: "Shut up! This is extremely rude! You know what it means to offend a nobleman like this..."
Gawain quickly intervened in the middle to smooth things over: "Don't Don't argue, Amber didn't lie, we did resolve the crisis together just now - of course it was her fault that she later scolded you for having big breasts..."
The scene was quiet for a while, Rui Beka raised her hand cautiously: "Master Ancestor, Amber just said such a compliment, and you rejected it..."
Hetty's face looked hopeless.
Gawain: "..."
Fortunately, Hetty is also knowledgeable.A decent person did not dwell on these small issues for too long. After Gawain explained clearly what happened before, all misunderstandings disappeared.
What Gawain and Amber saw and heard in the Shadow Realm surprised everyone. Even Knight Byron, who knew nothing about magic, couldn't help but come over and listen for a long time.
After all, this is an experience that is unimaginable for ordinary people.
"You can actually enter the Shadow Realm?" Hetty's first concern was indeed Amber's special ability. She looked at Amber up and down several times with suspicion, as if she was trying to see what was happening on the face of the half-elf lady. Seeing the answer, "Only a few high-level shadow magicians or the 'Chosen' of the shadow gods have this ability. How did you do it?"
Amber turned away: "Can I be the chosen one of the goddess of the night?"
Hetty glared at her: "Don't make trouble, can a chosen one be slapped to the ground by Byron with an ordinary steel sword?"
“Forget it, don’t ask any further,” Gawain finally stopped Hetty from pursuing the matter. “I have promised her not to pursue this matter—she will naturally say it when she wants to say it.”< /p>
The ancestor is the greatest in the world, and even though Gawain spoke like this, Hetty had no choice but to stop playing.
“Let’s bury the dead first.” The fog dissipated and warmth returned to everyone. Seeing that everyone had recovered a little strength, Gawain stood up and came to the man who had suffered a broken soul. Next to the dead soldier, "He also fought bravely and should be buried like a warrior."
The two surviving soldiers looked at Gawain in surprise.
Gawain was a little confused: "What, what did I say wrong?"
"He is a serf," Knight Byron walked over from the side, "He is the Viscount. After the decree was issued, serfs like him had the opportunity to join the territorial army and redeem themselves by serving - but he had only served for half a year, so he was still a serf, and he could not be buried as a warrior."
Gawain frowned and looked at Rebecca: "Is that so?"
Rebecca immediately became nervous as if she had done something wrong: "Yes... I'm sorry! But I I feel that the serfdom system is really not... not very reasonable, so I let them redeem themselves by serving. I know this is against the rules, but..."
Gawain's brows relaxed slightly: "No, I don't blame you."
Then he bent down, fumbled for a coin from his arms, and stuffed the coin into the dead soldier's breast pocket, placing it close to his heart. .
That coin was placed by Charles I himself when Gawain Cecil was buried seven hundred years ago.
The moment Amber saw the coin, she realized what it was, and then she covered her eyes: "Oh my God...at least half of the manor..."
But Gawain himself was unaware of this. He just finished these things according to the rules in his memory, then clapped his hands and stood up: "Now someone has redeemed the debt of his soul."Yes, bury him. "
Byron hesitated slightly: "But the rules..."
Gawain glanced at him: "I am the rules. ”