Iss stared at the face with mixed feelings, but Mulder just shook the door and walked away slowly.

He knew it was normal. You can't expect a Wood Golem to come up like a dog wagging its tail and lick your saliva passionately when its owner returns...... But after inexplicably pit the master, this guy still looks like nothing happened, which really makes him panic.

He walked out of the laboratory with a stiff face, the faint scent of flowers and plants rising with the steaming water. Mulder was brewing its best herbal tea, probably the only thing it knew of, a ritual of "welcome."

Familiar...... The fragrance of tea, which seems to be quite far away, calms down the faint anger in my heart. Ace reached out and poked Mud's hard wooden face in retaliation, only to get a puzzled side-head—of course, that "puzzle" was nothing more than Is's own imagination.

Mulder has a soul, but that bit of "soul" is more like some kind of energy that drives it to act. It has pre-programmed actions, habits that have been formed by memory day after day, and it doesn't have such a thing as "emotion".

It was he himself who projected too much on it.

He took the freshly brewed tea in one hand, and pressed the other hand on Mulder's head. He needed to know why it pushed him, he had to know why the crow had left the valley and it didn't react, as if it had forgotten that the woman had ever existed here—it was its duty to guard her.

The Wood Golem stood still without resistance, like a tree that had grown there in the first place. Eth hesitated for a moment, but dragged it into the lab.

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The stars and crescent appear prematurely in the black sky. The nights in the north are much colder than in the south, and even the Enshi Valley, which is like spring all year round, has a chill from the top of the snow-capped mountains, seeping into the air along the babbling stream. Under the bright moonlight, the slender Yuanzhi flowers on the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost, and trembled slightly in the sudden wind.

A faint sound of water quickly faded into the still-cheerful sound of the water, as if it were just a small fish jumping up and down from the water. A moment later, a dark shadow slowly stretched out at the water's edge.

Eli Croefler grimaced as she wiped the water dripping from her eyelashes. His face was no longer the aristocratic pale of the past, but a strange pattern in the blue gray, and his once bright blue eyes were like broken gems that had been barely put together, with cloudy cracks...... The way he was now, even when Kazia was at his most enthusiastic, probably would just scream and throw whatever was at his head.

He blinked in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly remembered the woman who was no longer in his life—she was no longer in anyone's life.

Maybe it's because the moonlight was so bright the night she stopped breathing.

He stood at the water's edge for a moment, his gaze casually scanning the old mage's humble grave. No matter how great a life is, no matter how powerful it is, when it dies, it will only occupy this square inch of land, and it will rot and disappear in the dirt.

That wasn't the ending he wanted.

He stepped forward. The powerful defenses of the Enzhi Valley, where no one could trespass, did not move, as if they had accepted his presence...... Or not even aware of his presence.

One by one, the flowers of Enzhi fell at his feet. His footsteps were not soft, they were getting heavier, but the hut, surrounded by flowers, remained silent until he stepped onto the garden path.

Countless ice arrows shot out from the half-hidden door, and the crystal clear arrows were like streamers in the moonlight. Eli only subconsciously took half a step back, and the ice arrows shattered against the invisible barrier in front of him.

He grinned and smiled at the young man who appeared outside the door: "Why can't you just enjoy a good dream? I don't want to hurt you." ”

Isis looked at him and made no secret of his disgust: "I was going to see what you want to do...... But I can't stand something like you stepping through this door. ”

He couldn't stand even just stepping into the garden. There were still flowers in the yard that he had planted with his own hands, although he was reluctant at the time...... Although he didn't spend much time here, it wasn't just his responsibility, it was almost a place he called home.

"How long did you soak in the water to rot like this?" he asked, "don't you really know how smelly you are?"

The contempt and sarcasm in his tone stabbed the enemy more accurately than his ice arrows. Ethan Crooffler gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his face tensed. Even though he knew that the other party might be deliberately provoking him, he couldn't calm down.

He did wait outside for a long time, but he didn't soak in the water...... He doesn't suck at all!

However, the horrific images of the failed test subjects flashed through my mind. Even if he firmly believes that he is the one who succeeds, he can't erase the shadow left by those things.

"I promised someone else to spare your life. He smirked, "But as long as you have one breath...... That's enough. ”

"You don't like to watch a play very much," Iss shook his head regretfully, standing there with a relaxed expression, "otherwise you should know that most of the lines you will say before the battle are ......"

Eli's palm burst into light interrupted him.

The thunderbolt struck directly, so swift and silent that it made him feel creepy. As if even the air around him was burning, a dangerous aura made him instinctively let the white scales cover the human skin.

But he was prepared after all. He managed to avoid it, but the thunder light turned around as if it had a consciousness of its own, still chasing after him.

He didn't immediately turn back into a more magic-resistant ice dragon, but dodged one after another until the thunder faded, and in a short time, new attacks followed.

Eli Crooffler, who used to be able to manipulate only a few undead, rub a cloud of death mist, and still look more like a warrior when attacking on his own, now casts spells almost as naturally as breathing. There was no incantation, no staff, as if the power came purely from his body. Although they could not escape the caster's personality, and the spells looked too dazzling, their effects were not diminished.

Before the poisonous mist could disperse, it was frozen into tiny ice particles and fell to the ground, and several flaming arrows slammed into the crystal clear ice shield. When the mage hesitated for a moment because he couldn't summon the black vine that haunted death from beneath the dirt, Iss found an opportunity and swung forward with his long, sharp blade of ice.

"—most of the time you will lose ugly. ”

He stubbornly finished his sentence.