Ten months ago.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a desolate valley, with black clouds covering the sky and rain falling incessantly.

Her clothes were soaking wet, and she thought she had been standing here for a while.

Turning her head to look around, Loria couldn't find shelter from the rain, the feedback from her previous bad experience and the dizziness after traveling through time made her froze in place, and after a while, she realized where she was - this was still the valley where Karazan was, but there was no magic tower or any human activity.

At this time, should we lament the vicissitudes of time, the insignificance of human beings, or should we feel lonely?

The rain washed away the gravel and sand on the surface, gradually becoming cloudy, and they spread to the lower ground, until they poured into a shallow river not far away, and the gray-black water slowly moved forward, but it matched the desolate valley where no grass grows.

The magic tower, the ruins of the town, and the damn cellar were gone, and Loria stared blankly, thinking that she might be the first human to set foot on this land.

She knew that the Karazan Magic Tower wasn't very old, but she always felt that it should always be here...... Confused by a strong sense of disobedience, she aimlessly searched for a place to hide from the rain, but there were no caves or trees nearby.

Her clothes were sticking to her body with a wet rust, and she grew anxious and walked briskly along the murky river.

Except for the sound of rain falling, the dead valley was eerily quiet, as if there was no second creature here besides her.

After walking in the rain for nearly a quarter of an hour, she finally found a place to shelter from the rain—in the direction of the lower reaches of the river, the weathered rock wall had been hollowed out, and from a distance it looked like a huge bridge hole.

After running to the 'bridge hole' in three or two steps, Loria found that it was not as big as she imagined, only about five meters wide and long, and the other side not far away was still a familiar desolate scenery.

She walked to the middle where it was still dry. She took off all her clothes, and the wind of the call sign pierced through the narrow passageway, making a strange whining sound, which made her feel a little cold. Holding her clothes against the stones on the edge of the riverbed, Loria curled up beside the cave wall, looking nervously to the left and right from time to time.

But with not even an ant or a flying insect in sight, who would appear in this dead and silent place?

Gradually, she stretched. Dare to check the other side of the 'bridge cave', it was gray outside, only the sound of wind and rain.

No longer covering her body with her arms, the inexplicable sense of liberation made her feel a little subtle happiness...... She can forget about those upsetting things and strange dreams for a while, and nothing can restrain her anymore.

She woke up to the fact that she felt like she was being bound.

She pondered, but couldn't figure out what she couldn't figure out, and when the annoying water had been dried, she changed into clean clothes...... Although the feeling of stripping naked in the wild in broad daylight makes her heart itch, she has always been constrained by the common sense and morality of human society. I don't want to be seen as an exhibitionist weirdo.

Although there is no one else here.

Loria retreated back to the cave wall, holding her head and humming.

Darkness, dreams, time, death, and fear, these thoughts kept hovering in her consciousness, lingering, she didn't know how long she had been in the false dream, shorter than she imagined or longer than she imagined, but she felt that those nightmares were eating away at her little by little, making her abnormal.

Not to mention the strange guy who claimed to have saved her, his words sounded reasonable, but when you think about it, it's all nonsense, but why is it in her heart. Let her be at a loss and obsessed?

If you can't discover your talent, you don't deserve it. ’

'The power given by others will only lead you to ruin. ’

'Fate cannot disobey ......'

What the hell?

The more you don't want to think about it, the more you think about it. Loria tried to pull her hair in frustration, until she remembered the man's last message, and she jumped to her feet, shook all the books in her bag to the ground, and rummaged through them nervously.

"Your Irresistible Charm - Wonderful Opera"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the book's name and immediately grabbed it in her hand. Flip through it.

She had a little guess about who the starlight guy really was—it didn't matter if it was right or not.

Is he Medivan or not, and what does it have to do with him?

No longer thinking, Loria read the book in her hand carefully.

She didn't notice it until the rain stopped.

But she wasn't drawn to the book's contents—the book, as its name suggests, is just an introduction to a few famous operas and what makes them so good.

Loria struggled to read, trying to find some secret between the lines, she wet the paper so that she could not see the invisible text, and she tried to decipher it in a few common ciphertext scripts, but she found nothing, either skipping or rearranging the order of the letters.

If that guy was really Medivan, probably wouldn't be bored enough to direct himself to find a normal book?

No, no, no, Madison is an opera lover, maybe he just wants to preach?

Loria struggled with the fact that the Starlight Man was not Medivan, and it was more likely that the book in her hand had a secret, but the thought that the creature was Medivan made her feel more and more precious about the book in her hand.

Just imagine...... Medivan is the last guardian of the world, the most powerful magician ever, if only he could get the secrets of magic from him......

With the mentality of winning the lottery, Loria patiently read the book in her hand little by little, until the sky was gray, until the annoying drizzle fell again, and she still did not find any off-string sound.

That guy just wants to pyramid sell his hobby.

Give up and go to sleep.

Loria tossed the book in her hand, leaned against the cave wall, and closed her eyes.

The drizzle of rain was ticking to the ground, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, and their voices seemed more silent around them.

Loria suddenly opened her big crimson eyes, and she slashed through her bag, pulling out a pair of glasses, putting them on without thinking, and grabbing the book she had thrown away.

She opened the book, closed her eyes, and smiled.

This seemingly useless glasses were brought by her from Karazan, but they came in handy.

One by one, the words gradually appeared in front of her eyes as she closed her eyes, which were very different from the words and sentences in the book.

Loria struck them as familiar, and she quickly remembered the gift Isabella had given her—fragments of scrolls containing ancient elven magic.

And what is hidden in this book is the contents of all the Metri scrolls...... It's still translated.

Little Pinkhair's smile grew, greedily grabbing the knowledge that had 'disappeared' nine thousand years ago, until finally, after reading all the notes of the author of the book, Egwen, she suddenly remembered:

Where's Isabella? (To be continued...... ）

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