It was a fine morning, and Gansad was walking alone in the woods, and the light passed through the gaps in the trees and shone on him. He had been gone for two days www.biquge.info and two nights, but he always felt that there were people chasing him behind him. He didn't dare to stop, even though he was so tired that he was about to lose his breath.

He is a magic teacher at a school of magic and has been sought after by many people since he founded the school of magic. But the good times didn't last long, and his magic school eventually went wrong. There are good things and bad things, and there are good and evil things, and this is the true meaning of life.

But at that time, Gansad had already been impressed by his own talents, and how could he believe the words of these saints. As a teenager, he had already created a lot of magic, and he used it to gain people's affection and affection for him. After gaining everyone's trust, he opened a magic school to teach children who were living in difficult circumstances how to use magic to change their fate.

But it backfired, and at first, the students did learn a lot of magic that was useful to them, and it seemed that life was starting to get better under the influence of magic. However, the good times did not last long, and within two years, the students in the school began to panic.

Because what they had changed with magic suddenly changed direction, and it was rapidly developing towards an irreversible disadvantage. The life that was originally said to be in the past has become a mess, and the family whose condition was not serious has taken a turn for the worse at this time, and they are not in a hurry to be treated, and they are gone.

This caused a great uproar in the school, and the students looked around for Ganssad, hoping that he would come forward to solve the matter. But Gansard, who had lived with praise all these years, chose to avoid such a situation. He hid alone in an ancient wood, where he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

The students couldn't find Gansard, and some of them began to study the transformation of magic on their own, while others became dark. These people, they don't care about people's lives and deaths, because their own relatives are gone, so they have nothing to worry about. They abuse magic and use it to get everything they want.

For a time, the originally happy family was facing disintegration, and the originally decent life had to leave his hometown because of the arrival of magic, and went to another country to find hope that he could live. In just a few days, the country has become essentially empty. The dead die, the go, the rest of the people, are some people who want to leave but can't.

The whole country was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and people knew some magic, but they didn't dare to use magic anymore because of the psychological shadow brought to them by black magic. They live in dire straits, and they are in fear every day.

In the grove of bones, Gansad kept walking, and although he knew that no one would come with him again, he couldn't help but keep looking back. After a long time, he finally couldn't walk anymore and had to rest against a large tree. At this time, Gansad was just a middle-aged man, and he also had his own family, but in the face of the condemnation of many people, he chose to flee alone.

His wife had just left a daughter, a lovely child, and Gansad would go to her room every morning to see her. Thinking of this, Gansad had to close his eyes, and he didn't want to, but he had to flee alone, otherwise he didn't know how to face those people.

It can be said that Gansad is a person who has no responsibility, but he would rather admit that he is a person without a sense of responsibility than face the condemnation of those people.

The wind was blowing, and the grass rustled, and Gansad sensitively opened his eyes and looked in the direction from which the sound came. The birds in the trees chirped pleasantly, and the sun shone on his face through the gaps in the trees, making him unable to see what was in front of him.

"Who is it? Who's there? Gansad asked vigilantly, but after a long time he did not hear an answer, perhaps because he was too tired to hear it wrong. Thinking like this, Gansad fell asleep, and in his sleep, he dreamed that someone was constantly asking him.

They all had hideous faces and looked dead. A gust of cold wind blew, which woke Gansad in his sleep, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, and he couldn't help but feel excited when he was blown by the cold wind.

At this moment, Gansad seemed to hear a faint voice, the sound of a baby crying. Gansad immediately rushed in the direction from which the voice came, how could there be the sound of a baby crying in this place?

Gansad managed to come to a small valley, where there was a very tall tree, from which the sound came. In the canopy of the tree, there was a large bird's nest, and the baby was lying there, crying incessantly.

Gansad didn't think too much about it, he climbed up the tree and took the baby from the huge bird's nest who had been crying. It was a newborn boy with no clothes on him. Gansad took off his coat and hugged him.

The baby was still weeping, and Gansad thought he might be hungry, but was there anything in the grove of bones that could be fed for the baby?

Just as Gansad was torn between a dilemma, he suddenly noticed that the baby's eyes had turned red. His heart tightened, and he almost threw the baby out. What kind of baby is this, how strange is it at such a young age.

Gansad looked up at the huge bird's nest, and it was then that he believed that evil and good coexist. A little baby who doesn't know anything has such amazing power, then if he grows up, I'm afraid no one will be able to compete with him.

If you teach this baby yourself, and let his own evil power restrain the restless magical power, you may be able to save yourself from the mistakes you have made. It's just that this evil force must be restrained by himself, otherwise, he may not listen to his own words when he grows up.

Gansad didn't feel wrong with doing such a thing to a baby who was still in swaddling clothes, but he felt that if he hadn't saved him in time, he would have starved to death or fallen to his death. It is better to let him live than to let him die, and all he has to pay is his own freedom.

In Gansard's view, he was the savior of the baby, he saved his life, and it was natural and reasonable for him to do something for himself.