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Although Reginad knew that this was just a side effect of the magic he had cultivated, and he had been aware of it since the day he cultivated, he had to bear the pain every time.

This is an exchange item called "price".

The greater the power, the deeper the curse.

For example, the wandering mage Ruiz tattooed his whole body with thorn-like spells, mutating himself into a monster-like existence to suppress the monsters in the sealing scroll.

For example, this nine-tailed demon fox was born with life, magic, and soul, and these three energies are connected by the same source of magical physique, but after all, he yearns to become a human all his life, but he can't achieve it.

Another example is him, those fates, have been destined to be written in Valoran's history books a few years later, and he has never stopped tormenting him since he had this magic.

Mortals long to foresee the future, but they don't know that it is also a deep torment.

It's an exact dream like it was just now.

It's already the ninth time.

In my dream, I was a battlefield of broken armor.

Broken swords, broken corpses, the wind can vaguely smell the heavy bloody gas, those battle cries, fighting, wailing, vividly. It's like hell as described by the oracle.

Yet everything was still, without any sound and without any living thing.

The salty smell of blood enveloped the earth in a dull manner.

Reginard couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and he was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit, but it wouldn't be much more comfortable to vomit.

It was in this scene that the man appeared.

Shirt. Dressed in black. Standing in this bloody landscape, it is like a god of death wandering on the battlefield, gluttonous with delicious souls.

The blood-colored sword was stuck in the ground in front of him, and the scabbard snapped with brute force, breaking in two and falling in front of him.

A sword that no longer intends to hide its edge, and its edge is revealed!

The man in black noticed him, or rather, he had been waiting for him here, and as he had done in countless dreams, he spoke slowly:

"You're finally here, Reginard."

The man raised his head, his cheeks slowly revealing before him from the shadow cast by his jaw......

He woke up.

The dazzling sunlight baked on the grass, and the eyeballs were sensitive to light, stinging painfully, and then the whole body was awakened one after another.

"It hurts......"

Reginard muttered to himself, clutching his aching head, and slowly sat up.

It looked like it was noon the next day.

I've been in a coma for a long time...... This fox is really ruthless at all.

Reginard rubbed his shoulders and thought with a wry smile. Then close your eyes and start meditating. Spiritual power slowly penetrated into every flesh and bone.

An injury of this magnitude is not a major problem, and it can heal in a few days.

Just to restore the strength of those spirits who have been badly lost...... It will take longer.

After all, the essence is the original power of life, unlike magic, which can be born through meditation, and can even be directly absorbed from heaven and earth. This loss of spirit can only be replenished slowly by relying on bodily functions.

Unless it's a wonderful creature like a nine-tailed demon fox, it can be directly replenished by breathtaking, it's as straightforward as going to the store and buying a bottle of magic potion to drink.

But will the demon fox really lose the power of the spirit? At least he hadn't heard of it.

He only knew that he had really played a little big this time.

I don't know which is more important than the lost essence power compared to the fragrant kiss of the nine-tailed demon fox?

He reached out and touched his lips, as if his fingertips could still touch the endless warmth in that kiss.

Then, I couldn't help but shake my head, and in a sneer, there was some bitterness.

This kiss is really extravagant, and people can't afford it.

He propped his hands on the ground and slowly stood up, readjusting to the sore limbs that had been lying down for a long time, and his bones writhed and rattled with a rattling sound.

The picture in the dream is getting clearer and clearer. The man......

It's fateful day.

His long-cherished wish may come true that day.

But time is running out, and it's getting tighter.

The closer this magic of foreseeing the future is to the time of the event, the clearer everything will become.

He only knew that before that day came, he had to find Li Qing first. The righteous and gifted magician, not the hypocritical politician who mastered magic, would be able to keep his utopian dreams alive.

As for himself......

Reginald suddenly realized an extremely important problem.

All the dry food in his pocket is gone.

How so?

He opened the sack, his eyes widened, and he blinked twice vigorously, but the pocket was still empty. In disbelief, he reached in and touched it, but there was nothing but some food scraps left at the bottom of the bag.

An enchantment that has been clearly protected.

A miserable rumbling sound in his stomach interrupted his supposed rational thinking.

The wind blew the faint sound of snickering, and the familiar, girlish aroma floated in the air.

The corners of Reginald's mouth curled into a smile, and he pulled out a short staff the length of a small arm from his pocket as if by magic.

"Found it." He said deliberately loudly, a smile on his face as if the staff was exactly what he was looking for.

"Phew, I've already eaten all that torturous magic biscuits, and I thought there would be a lot of them. It's so unpalatable that I feel a pity to throw it away. Right now...... Finally, I can hunt something and open meat. ”

He grinned widely, not because he was greedy for that little bit of meat.

Because he felt the irritation that someone hiding nearby was suddenly thwarted by his sense of accomplishment.

A few minutes later, Reginard sat by the fire, on which two cooked roast chickens were dressed with wooden sticks.

Pheasants and hares are scented animals, and following the scent they leave behind and the marks they trample on the leaves, it is easy to catch them.

An almost essential wilderness survival tip.

Most of the magicians like him don't know about it, of course, their elm heads who only know how to memorize spells and magic circles, and they only know that they have hurriedly nibbled on magic biscuits that taste the same as chewing wax, and they continue to go back to gnaw on magic books, and they don't know how to enjoy life and food at all, which is really boring.

The roast chicken's skin slowly softens and exudes an enticing aroma.

The fox must be watching.

After so many years of studying the power of magic, he must be sharper than the best hound as long as he concentrates his mental sense. What's more, that person's breath is too obvious.

Reginard smiled, his fingers moved, and the magic jumped, and the aroma of roast chicken became even stronger.

He hummed a pleasant tune and sprinkled seasoning over the slowly ripening roast, though those were only magically generated crystals that meant nothing other than seasoning...... But he didn't know what else the condiment was about?

The smell of gradual plumpness always made the tune in his mouth break from time to time and swallow saliva.

It was originally a little trick to trick the man, but I didn't expect the smell to make me unable to hold it.

As the saying goes, a ghost story that can scare the author himself is a successful ghost story.

The same thing.

So, how long can you hold on to the guy hiding in the shadows and peeking here?

Reginard imagined what kind of dumb-eyed guy he should be now, he wanted to play tricks on himself, but he couldn't, but now he was drooling in turn.

It's funny to think about.

Feast. Eat a delicious meal of game. There was another roast chicken left, stuck diagonally in the soil next to the fire. Reginard lowered the flames and yawned.

"Get a good night's sleep and replenish your spirits." He stretched and spoke loudly in the voice that the man could hear. "I'll save the rest for the evening."

In fact, Reginard didn't think that way in his heart at all, and now he was only half-full, and if he wanted to eat, he would have eaten it directly.

Only then will the guy sneak out while he is asleep and steal his roast chicken.

And he will definitely show that sly smile that thinks he has succeeded in his prank.

Thinking of this, Reginard couldn't help but smile, closed his eyes, and leaned against the tree and pretended to sleep.

The man will come.

He didn't like to sleep, so he just closed his eyes and slowly entered the meditation realm.

Because in his sleep, those fragments of images about the future will enter the dream and torment him. Even if he sleeps, it will consume a lot of his mental energy, and the rest he can get is not even comparable to meditation.

It's really sad.

Whichever magician is changed, I'm afraid I don't want to be cruelly deprived of even the right to rest.

But...... Now his immediate priority is to walk through this forest, find Li Qing, and entrust the mission to him. Why waste so much time for that person?

Alas, he didn't know either.

It's just that the smell is very good, and it's not easy to get out of this strange forest anyway, so let's just play with her.

He thought.

The aroma is even stronger, a completely different aroma from the roasted meat, but it is also appetizing.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.