Catherine felt like she had fallen into the water, except that her eyeballs were large and small. She waved her arms like a real drowning person making her final struggle.

"Ahh And the slippery balls continued to slide restlessly down her throat and into her stomach.

Catherine closed her mouth in horror, but more eyes came to her mouth. When they found that they couldn't succeed, they stabbed Catherine in the face one by one, trying to take root there.

There was a tingling in the mage's face, and the little things the size of her fingers were setting up camp. Catherine was terrified, and she scratched her cheeks frantically to pull out the hateful balls one by one.

"Calm, Catherine, calm. The speaker was as calm as ever, and her words seemed to have a magical power that brought Catherine back from her semi-insane state.

"Calm, yes, I'm going to be calm. Catherine let out a sigh of relief, and she found herself back in the original container. Although it was still dark, it gave her a rare sense of security.

Catherine's hands were still shaking unconsciously, and the strange feeling of being invaded by the eyeballs was still echoing in her heart. She clenched her fists hard, calming her emotions completely.

"What should I do now?" the female mage's voice was hoarse, sounding as if she had a large rock in her throat. Catherine was startled by the voice, and hurriedly touched her neck, pressing the front and back of her neck. She was relieved to be sure that there wasn't anything foreign growing in there.

"I don't know. The figure replied.

"How could you not know? Don't you want me to save you?"

"To save me is to save you, but I don't know how to save you. That's something you should know. ”

"Why should I know? There's nothing here, what should I do?" cried Catherine anxiously.

She waited for a moment, but it was silent.

"Hey, hey, you're talking. But no one answered her, as if Catherine was alone.

"No kidding, what can I do?" said Catherine, sighing frustratedly.

"It's so dark here, there's not even a little light. I know what to do?" the mage mage mabbled to herself, "it's inexplicable that she wants me to save people and tell me nothing. What can I do, what can I do, save, save, save, save, ”

"Hey, you're coming out. What's the matter with that giant, and where do those eyeballs come from? Don't always say that it's me, I'm you. Speak logically, do you know logic? One plus one equals two, the fire element does not arise in water, His Majesty the King is the biggest in the royal city, and Ace is a man. ”

"Who is As, and what is the royal city?" said Catherine, who suddenly stopped chattering. She tried to remember the words that popped out of her mouth, but she had no idea in her head.

Catherine thought for a while, but to no avail, and her heart became more and more irritable. Then she began to curse again, "Hell place, it's all because of this damn ghost place." What the hell is going to be like driving me crazy? Do you want me to be crazy to show you? I don't want to stay here, I don't want to see nothing. I want light, just a little light. Can you have a little light?"

At the last sentence, Catherine roared hoarsely, but she didn't expect her eyes to really light up. The female mage didn't know where the light came from, but she just felt that the surroundings were a lot brighter.

Of course, even with some light, the container is still empty, boundless. Catherine rubbed her eyes, pondered for a moment, and tried to say, "I want a chair, I want to sit down and rest." ”

Sure enough, a chair appeared behind her out of thin air, and Catherine sat on it without hesitation, twisting her body from side to side.

"It's too hard, it's softer. As soon as she finished speaking, the female mage felt the chair surface under her ass elastic.

"This chair is so basic. I want a back chair, a big comfortable velvet chair. The chair changed again, a large, ornately low velvet chair resting under Catherine's ass. Looking at that way, probably only the big families in the royal city could afford it.

Catherine comfortably buried herself in the chair, then propped her chin on the armrest of the chair with her right hand. She finds it very comfortable and helps her think.

"Change into As, come out and see, I want to know who Asa is. The female mage quickly thought of the next show.

But nothing appeared in front of her, and Catherine looked up and down, left and right, and indeed there was not a single creature called As.

The female mage was a little depressed, and her left hand, which was resting on the chair handle, tapped her index finger lightly a few times, and suddenly reached out and shook it in the air, as if she had made a decision.

"Ace is a man, and I want to see a man named Ace. She solemnly announced.

This time it actually worked, and a man appeared in front of her.

But when Catherine saw him, her mouth opened wide in surprise. If it weren't for the hands, maybe my jaw would have fallen. Is this As? the man who made her unconsciously babble in her mouth?

The man in front of him was naked = physical, toned and straight, with well-proportioned muscles as if carved, and he was probably half a head taller than Catherine. But the man has no face, and instead, he writes "As" on his face. In addition, another impressive feature is that he has a thick male body that stands tall and indicates that he is a man who really can't be real.

"Are you As?" the mage asked dumbly, her gaze constantly scanning between the man's face and legs.

Men don't even have faces, let alone mouths, so naturally they won't answer any questions.

The mage came back to her senses, smiled dumbly, and gave another instruction, "You should put on some clothes." She rolled her eyes, and a mage suit appeared on As, just like the one Catherine was wearing.

"Well, it doesn't look like the clothes you're supposed to wear. Catherine frowned, and the mage suit disappeared into thin air, "But I don't feel comfortable looking at you naked." ”

So a wooden barrel suddenly appeared on As's waist, and the female mage finally stretched her brow again.

"I'm hungry, go get something to eat. Catherine ordered, but Ace didn't react.

The female mage thought for a moment, stretched out her hand and pointed in a random direction and said, "There is a forest there, let's shoot two rabbits." Grilled and eaten. Catherine pointed to a green grove where it had grown, and Ashtau flashed his barrel and went into the woods.

"It's good. Catherine turned her head, and a bonfire lit to the right of her chair. Ace, who had gone to catch rabbits, had returned. He was crouching by the campfire, fiddling with two shiny rabbits on the grill.

"Drink some tea, I want some tea. The mage looked to Ace's side, where a clear spring was gurgling. There is a dark brown teapot beside the spring, its shape is constantly changing, the body is sometimes larger and sometimes smaller, the lid is still there for a while, and the spout is longer and shorter. It wasn't until Ace reached out and lifted it that he finally fixed the shape - it was a pot-bellied teapot.

This kind of potbelly teapot with a handle is the most common household item among the people of the Eastern Continent. Almost every household has one or two teapots that are used to boil water and make tea.

Ace lifted the teapot and dipped it in the clear spring, filled a pot with "Goo Dong Goo Dong", and put his hand on the campfire. The water boiled away in an instant, and white water vapor spewed out from the spout of the pot "suddenly".

Catherine held out her hand, and a wooden bowl appeared in the palm of her hand, with a few scattered vine blades in it. Ace picked up the kettle and filled Catherine's wooden bowl with hot water.

The female mage looked at the steaming tea in her hand, and suddenly something suddenly appeared in her mind. But it was just a fleeting feeling, and she was stunned for a moment, but she couldn't remember it after all.

Catherine picked up the wooden bowl in a trance and took a sip of tea. The tea doesn't taste like anything, it's just a hot, tasteless liquid.

Catherine was a little annoyed and threw the water out violently. Water droplets and tea leaves fly in the air, flying in all directions along different trajectories.

Catherine tilted her head sideways, staring at the distant teas. "Don't go. She jumped up from her chair and shouted, "Come back, you all come back for me." ”

The female mage gave the order, and the droplets of water and tea leaves, which had already flown far away, retreated back to Catherine's side together. However, instead of returning to the mage's wooden bowl, they formed in a circle, standing still in mid-air.

Catherine leaned over and began to look carefully at drop by drop, tea leaf by leaf. She looked around, compared back and forth, and smiled excitedly on her face, like a child who has found a favorite toy.

"It's you, come to the bowl. Catherine pointed to a drop of water and said, "It's bigger now." ”

So the drop of water, in the wooden bowl of the female mage, slowly swelled.