Shajia, who was a little sober, finally had a hint of enlightenment. The murmur wasn't all magic, some of it was from the depths of the soul.

The old woman who touched the scene and fell in love with her may be her.

But so what?

Those memories that seem real and illusory are long gone. She is the white-robed Saja, the sinner who destroyed Sandstone City and killed her father. She came here to seek a breakthrough in strength.

Hanging is not the purpose of being here. All she had to do was follow the magic to find her way.

She is a sorcerer, and as she inherits the power of magic, she also needs to accept its curse. Like Zoya next to the Great Wizard, forgetting is the ordeal she must endure.

Saja knew she was going to face a similar situation. It's just that she doesn't need to forget, but savors the loss, helplessness, and regret in the endless memories.

Like the fire that made her who she is today—the fire that burned Sandstone City.

......

Perhaps the counsel worked, and the next few days were peaceful. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the attack came again, but no longer because of national hatred and family hatred.

A beautiful single woman on a journey is easy to attract peeps. Even the seemingly honest farmer shows his hideous side.

Looking at the few people with sticks and pitchforks, Saja couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Hand over your weapon, and we'll take your life. ”

Someone confidently ordered that in the eyes of the thief there was undisguised lewdness. Unexpectedly, he angered a father because of it.

Previously, no matter what kind of attack Shajia encountered, her father's ghost did not move. But when a pair of lustful eyes appeared, he burst out in a rage - just as he had then.

His hand went straight into the body of the thin man in front of him, and then pulled out an even thinner shadow from it, and ate it in front of everyone.

This move not only frightened a few ignorant farmers, but even Saja was a little creepy. It was also at that time that Saga realized that her father's figure was almost substantial, and that he was no longer a transparent shadow.

In a few breaths, a few frightened and paralyzed farmers fell to the same fate.

Looking at her father who turned back, Saja seemed to be back to her childhood, and she subconsciously said: "I can do it, I don't have to worry about it." ”

Father just smiled and nodded, reaching out and gently touching her head. But the almost physical body was still empty, not bringing the desired touch and temperature, only a colder chill.

It was also from that day that the journey became truly smooth, because the ghost of my father would never return to the ring. Along the way, he also discovers the secret of his father's change - it feeds on other undead spirits.

As Saja had said, she was ready to kill, and all that was missing was a reason.

It is not difficult to find the target of the killing, just let the father hide for a while when he perceives the crowd, and then show his weak side. You can even do without these disguises, as long as you perceive the malice of others.

The terrifying power of the revenant soul is far beyond imagination, at least not comparable to that of a dignified white-robed wizard. No matter what the scene is, it will instantly become silent with the appearance of his father.

If the killing doesn't end soon, the scene will become extremely noisy. After people react from their stupidity, they will scream and run for their lives, like headless flies.

......

Just as it had happened before, the small inn on the side of the road was deserted for a moment as she and her father entered. Even, even the boss disappeared without a trace.

It's like going back in time - as my father returned home, the little friends around him slipped away one after another with their tails between them. With a smile on her face, Saja watched her father sit across the table in a big way. Looking at her, it seemed that she had something to say, but she couldn't find a clue.

In the father-daughter sitting opposite each other, the warm time passed quietly. Someone pushed the door open and sat down next to them after looking around.

The visitor asked, "White robe?"

Saga nodded.

"Necro Knight?"

"No, it's my father. ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. Speaking of which, we wizards owe a debt of gratitude to your master, Grand Wizard Bran. It's just rumors that he's been in trouble.

Is this true?"

Saga snorted lightly and asked rhetorically, "Do you believe it?"

"In the wizarding world, anything is possible. ”

Saja gave a cold comment: "Ignorance. ”

Then he said very strongly: "We in white robes pursue the principle of fairness, since you asked me three questions, then please answer my three questions as well." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for the other party to express his position, he asked the first question: "How did you do it?"

The person shrugged slightly, "The environment is enough to change everyone, as long as we can persist in living, we will definitely be able to adapt to it." It's just that I didn't adapt well, and I've only recently made all the magic restrained.

Unfortunately, it's so barren that it's hard to recover. Otherwise, you would not dare speak to me like that. ”

Speaking of this, the person who came let out a wry smile: "It seems that my magic is still not restrained enough, so that you can perceive my weakness." Sometimes I really envy you wizards who came out of the Barren Continent, who are born with the ability to bind magic in their bodies. I didn't even notice that there was a white-robed wizard sitting in the room. ”

"Did you find anything?"

This sentence made the atmosphere a little tense.

"If I say no, will you believe it?"

Sajia closed her eyes slightly, and only opened her eyes for a while and said, "What does it matter if you believe it or not?

Whether you have discovered or gained something, the magic has not made you my target. Since you don't want to say it, then please get out of here and don't disturb my time alone with my father again.

I'm not bluffing, I just don't want to waste magic on you. Like you said, it's too barren and I need to keep my strength up for the surprises I have to face.

Remember, you still owe me a question that was not answered. ”

This chance encounter made Saja feel a little relieved, because most of these wizards who were gradually adapting to the environment were already very weak. At the same time, they had to be vigilant, because the wizards of the other races had already appeared around them.

Saja regrets not being able to continue to immerse herself in the illusion of the past in the company of her father. She didn't want to die tragically in front of her father because of a momentary negligence. She also has to take her father and return to the barren continent.

After hitting the road again, Saja escaped into the wilderness.

The sun rose and the moon set, and in the whisper of magic, she finally settled on her goal. It was also at this time that a sense of crisis surrounded her.

So, she followed the advice given by the Great Wizard - Run!

But how easy is it to get rid of the tracking of other wizards?

Under the pressure, the murmur of magic and the throbbing of the depths of the soul gradually merged into one sound. Under its guidance, Saja came to the valley in front of her.

A mountain spring flowed out of the half-collapsed hole, and Saja fell into an indescribable calm. Like a wanderer who has not returned home for a long time, standing in front of the door and gently arranging his clothes.

Ignoring the looming danger behind her, she bent down and splashed a handful of spring water on her face, washing away the dust along the way......

Following the zigzag gap, Saja went deep into the belly of the mountain. It may have been dilapidated, but it is still magnificent. The baptism of the years has added a bit of vicissitudes and a bit of heaviness to it.

Several people went into the belly of the mountain one after another, looking at Sajia on the other side with a sneer.

A wizard stepped forward and said proudly, "I owe you a question that I didn't answer. But until then, can you tell me where this is?"

Saja came to a mountain wall, wiped the moss from it, and then whispered, "The answer is here, right next to you." ”

In vigilance, someone followed the example of Sajia to erase the cover from the mountain rocks. Even after endless years, the picture is still clear. It is as if there is an invisible force guarding it.

There is a woman with a beautiful face, smiling in the painting, just like Sajia in front of her.

With a sigh, Saja whispered, "Once upon a time, this was my home. I haven't been able to come back since I left last time......"

With the words, her hair slowly tangled and braided, gradually turning into poisonous snakes—just like the woman in the painting.

"You shouldn't have trespassed into my home—"