That Yue'er climbed up to the sky again, and a cold and desolate glow shone through the fog into the mushroom hut.

Alice picked up the almost red soup pot, silently raising her neck to look at the ray of moonlight that penetrated through the cracks in the wooden house. The bloodshot pupils were filled with deep despair, sorrow, and numbness!

Weeping, pleading, cursing, scolding......

All the things she could do had been done one by one over the years.

It's a pity that in the face of an old witch who doesn't eat oil and salt, whether she is disguised or her true emotions, she is directly ignored by the other party. The only thing the old witch would do every day was to stand on a tall wooden bench, stirring the pot with a huge wooden spoon, and babbling stories that no one could understand.

And the abominable black snake was entrenched on the roof beam above the soup pot, and whenever Alice tried to escape, it would appear at the right time and force her back with hissing snake letters.

Spooky swamps, scary haunted houses, ugly witches, and creepy black snakes......

It all sounds like a bizarre dark fairy tale!

But what brought Alice was unbearable torture and torment.

Alice couldn't sleep, and she didn't dare to sleep.

Every time she fell into a deep sleep, the spatial barrier on the surface of her body would disappear, and what awaited her was the steaming of boiling soup. The pink and fair-skinned petite body will be burned red, and it will be instantly covered with large and small bubbles and bright red flesh after festering.

And when she wailed in the soup pot, the old witch would run up to her with joy wherever she was, scoop up the scarlet soup with a spoon, and drink it all. In the old witch's own words, Alice's blood-soaked soup smelled of fate!

Therefore, the only thing Alice can do is to keep her mind clear at all times, and use all her strength to fight the tiredness of the flesh and body. Whenever she felt that she couldn't hold on, she would silently remove the spatial barrier on her left hand, and then use the sharp pain in her heart to stimulate her sleepy spirit and drive away the heavy sleepiness.

After a few days, her left hand had been steamed by the boiling soup and there was not half an inch of good meat, and the thick purple-black blood scabs were knotted layer after layer. It didn't take long for it to heal completely, and new burns reappeared.

It was only in this way that Alice barely survived the last two days.

When Grim's tall body appeared in the mushroom hut, Alice's spirit was on the verge of collapse! But what is amazing is that even in this case, Alice is still wrapped in a thin film of space, protecting her body from the tumbling soup.

Seeing Alice's tragic condition, the heart of the fire demon in Grim's chest beat violently twice, and he almost broke free from the witchcraft seal, burning the anger in his heart all over his body.

"The time of ten days is up, I'll take Alice with me!" Grim said coldly, leaning over and dipping his arms into the hot soup pot and scooping out Alice.

Looking at Alice's completely purple-black left hand and the flaked skin and blood scabs on her body, two small flames ignited in Grim's black eyes, suppressed his anger with the last shred of reason, held Alice's light body with both hands, and turned away with great strides.

Strangely, the low, rickety old witch just watched all this with a smile on her face, and did not interfere with Grim's actions.

When Grim's tall body was completely obscured by the fog of the dark swamp and could no longer be seen, the old witch put away her smile and let out a terrible scream like a night owl from her mouth.

"Fate!Fate!Destiny......"

…………

When Alice came to her senses again, she was in a neat, well-lit room.

The room is furnished in a very simple and unpretentious manner.

A single bed, a chair, a brown wooden table, that's all there is to the room.

In front of the wooden table, a burly figure sits there, quietly reading a book.

Alice's body writhed slightly in the soft silk quilt, and from the silky touch, she could sense that she was not wearing any clothes. And there was a slight cool feeling from the wounds all over her body, mixed with the hot stinging pain, which made her itch uncomfortably.

Alice gently raised her left hand, and the dense white cloth wrapped her left hand like a small rice dumpling, and when she put it in front of her nose and smelled it, she could smell the smell of hemostatic cream and tonion.

Her mouth was numb and bitter, and as soon as Alice stuck out her tongue, she realized that she had a leaf of life in her mouth.

Hmph, he threw me to that old witch without saying a word, and now he wants to win my heart with these little favors, and think beautifully!

Somehow, obviously disdainful in her heart, but Alice's tears couldn't help but flow.

With the sorcerer's keen perception, it was impossible for the slightest movement in the room to escape his ears and eyes.

When Alice's eyes blurred with tears, Grim's tall figure had already appeared in front of the bed, bending down to look down at her slightly.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"Hmm!"

"I've put the medicine on you. With your physique, it will be completely recovered in about three or two days, and it will not leave too obvious scars!"

"Hmm!"

A simple conversation was followed by an unspeakable silence.

They have all been apprentices to wizards, and they have all crawled through the bottom, and the terrible hardships they have experienced are not a thousand but eight hundred. In comparison, this time the torture was not the worst. No matter which wizard apprentice you are, you have to endure all this suffering alone, and no one will suffer for you, even if the blood and tears are dry.

Therefore, both wizards and apprentices have developed a cold and withdrawn temperament.

Therefore, at this moment, Grim, who took the initiative to ask for warmth, and Alice, who was cared for, both looked like they didn't know how to continue.

"Alice, where have you been for ten days, do you know why the old witch did this to you?" Grim suddenly remembered a question and couldn't help but ask.

"What else could be the reason? of course because she's crazy! she's a neurotic woman......" Alice gritted her teeth in hatred at the thought of the torture of the time.

"I've always had a delusion...... Grim frowned and hesitated.

"What delusion?"

"She seems to be trying to help you!" Grim hesitated for a moment, but finally said what he was feeling.

"Help me!" Alice's eyes widened, and she almost couldn't help but pop out of the covers. She waved her left hand like a dumpling in anger and roared, "I was so badly hurt by her, and you still say that she wants to help me? Are you crazy?"

Grim was not intimidated by Alice's fangs and claws, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"You and I both know very well that the Northland witches are a closed group that is extremely particular about tradition and inheritance. That Liana belongs to a different witch genre than you, so she easily won't hurt you to avoid interfering in the selection of the Witch of Fate. ”

"So what?"

"If what you and I know is true, don't you think her behavior is weird?"

"Of course she's acting weirdly, because she's already crazy!"

"Alice, calm down and don't let anger cloud your sanity. Savor what kind of message she wants to convey to you with this behavior!"

Alice shook her head ignorantly.

"This behavior of hers makes you resentful and makes you feel weak. So what do you want most when you're emotionally brewing to the extreme?"

"Strength!"

"Yes, it's power! You need strength to strengthen yourself, you need strength to avenge yourself. So where does your power come from?"

"Where does the power come from?" Alice repeated confusedly.

"You have awakened the talent of the Witch of Destiny! Although there are many, many Witches of Destiny who have awakened at the same time, you have to understand where the source of your power comes from!"

Alice shook her head as if she didn't understand.

Although she is very talented and talented, her lack of experience still makes it difficult for her to keep up with the leapfrog thinking of Grim II.

"You must always remember where your strength lies. Grim taught bitterly: "What you have awakened is the Witch of Destiny talent, so the source of your power can only belong to the word fate." Alice, I ask you, do you believe in fate?"

Alice looked up and met Grim's unwavering gaze, finally beginning to think seriously for the first time what the Witch of Destiny talent meant to her.

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in fate?

Questioning herself over and over again, Alice became dementia for a while.

Yes, since the awakening of the talent, the power of space has become an instinct, and it has become her ability to come and go as soon as she is summoned. Relying on this powerful spatial talent, she can easily sweep almost all opponents of the same level.

The power bewildered her.

The awe and praise of the crowd also made her fluttering.

One success after another has made her intoxicated, but she has forgotten where her true strength comes from!

Destiny?

Destiny!

Looking back on the journey after becoming a wizard's apprentice, she never seemed to consciously understand and grasp what fate is and what destiny is.

She enjoyed the glory of the gift of fate with such peace of mind, but never tried to approach it or understand it.

So at this moment, when she has successfully tasted the humiliation of weakness, when she yearns for great power again, what should she do? Do she meditate day after day, like other wizards, accumulate knowledge and resources, strengthen her strength, or ......

Alice suddenly felt lost.

Even if she recognized her own path and understood the nature of her power, how could she appreciate that illusory fate?

Could it be that shouting "Fate, I believe in you" to the sky will make you more powerful?

With no clear way out, Alice finally raised her head and focused her eyes on Grim.

"What should I do, teach me!" Alice asked earnestly for the first time.

"Do you believe in fate?" asked Grim solemnly again.

It's both an inquiry and an answer!