Reginard finally realizes that he is lost in this forest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This disorientation had been going on for many days, and it seemed that he had been circling in circles, trapped by a large net of broken trees.

It would be nice if the magic he possessed to predict the future could be controlled by his mind, and as long as he slept, he could dream about the way out.

But how can things be as good as they should be?

The magic of being able to glimpse the future, even if it is only something that is not in the control of the will, even if it is only a few broken images, is enough to drive the world crazy.

Even if it doesn't have much practical effect, that sense of superiority is addictive to mortals—just as a cat's pride is mostly due to the superiority that comes from climbing a tree.

The feeling of knowing your fate in advance is like ...... God. It seems that he has finally broken free from the chessboard of the gods and become one of the lucky few people in the world who can freely control his own destiny.

However, these are only the imaginations of magicians who have not yet mastered this magic.

For Reginade, it was just a curse.

He only prayed for a peaceful night, not by closing his eyes and meditating, but like everyone else, to sleep soundly, without dreams or ordinary dreams.

That's all, it's so mundane and simple. People tend to paint their minds too perfectly what they don't know.

But who isn't?

Can he really endure an ordinary life? Doing nothing and getting caught up in trivial things every day? Worried about firewood, rice, oil and salt?

Thinking of this, Reginard couldn't help but laugh to himself, and he crouched down, and the branches he used to make his way through the bushes ruffled with the stones on the ground, and made a rough set of marks—so that if he accidentally got lost, he would have noticed the marks in time.

-- This is the most primitive way to find your way in the jungle. For a magician, this method does seem to have a bad identity.

But Reginad doesn't care, all he needs is what works.

Of course, he knew a lot of magic, but he didn't have any spells to find directions, although he had a magically calibrated compass needle in his pocket...... However, he would never follow the direction on the compass needle.

Naturally, it's because of the fox.

As long as the magic is injected, it will be pulled by the magnetic field, and the magic compass that indicates the direction has long been messed up by that guy with magic, and after Reginard injected the magic power, the compass needle actually flew directly.

The effect is ridiculous.

Reginard didn't blame her, but felt that it would be better for her to continue messing around like this as long as she wanted to. Last time, he already felt that he had gone a little too far.

Originally, I just wanted to use a roast chicken with deliberately extra salt and pepper to make her whole, but I didn't expect her to suffer so much one after another, and even his wine became one of the props for tricking.

Of course, he didn't mean to, for travelers, wine is a better item to carry than clear water, after all, alcohol can be stored for a longer time, and it will not stink as easily as water.

And the spice powder that tortured her, he tried the same amount the next day, but he was salty, his brain was clouded, and he felt that he was barely alive after pouring several cans of water in a row.

But for the next few days, my throat felt dry and hoarse.

So no matter how much she retaliates, he feels that it is more or less deserved, and everyone should react like this.

However, Reginard soon found a more suitable function for the compass needle that she had broken now, such as blowing the air on a hot and stuffy day, or drying it quickly after washing her hair.

He wasn't going to make the guy snicker all the time, he had to make her feel like he was still enjoying herself no matter how much trouble she caused.

Why do you think so?

It's hard to say.

Maybe it's the stubbornness that comes from the depths of the boy's bones, and this kind of "secret fight" has become a part of his life, he doesn't want to admit defeat, even if it's just such a trivial matter.

What's more, if one day her prank succeeds and is satisfied, she will soon get tired of this kind of game.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, no matter how seductive the strange pink magic may seem to her, is essentially a fox - curiosity and a love for new things are always in her nature.

That's why I don't want her to feel like she has succeeded.

Is it worrying...... If there is a good smell wafting from afar, will it suddenly disappear one day?

Who knows? Thinking of this, Reginald shrugged his shoulders and stopped thinking about it.

However, what he was most interested in was that although he, like all magicians, had placed protective enchantments in the pockets that carried magical items, the magical enchantments didn't seem to work as well as they should in front of the guy.

It seems that this Ionian forest is truly a magical place, and it has given birth to so many wonderful creatures.

On the other side of the sea, on the continent of Valoran, it is extremely rare, and even unimaginable thousands of strange beasts grow in this magical land, just like the natural laws that gave birth to them, but they are as wonderful as they should be.

He had seen a noisy monkey. Although it looks like an ordinary hairy monkey, it seems to have an extraordinary talent for physical arts, and can actually defeat a rather ferocious beast with his bare hands.

Of course, there is also this nine-tailed demon fox, a magical creature with blurred boundaries between spirit, magic, and soul, which is very interesting, and has complex emotions quite similar to humans, she is extremely eager to be human, and hates humans. Sometimes he feels that Ahri is like an ordinary girl.

Indeed, girls like adolescents will always subconsciously feel inferior and inexplicably hate themselves.

If it weren't for the fact that Reginard was in a hurry to find Li Qing on this trip, and didn't travel the world like he had done many years ago, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get lost in this psychedelic forest for a little longer. He rejoices in every new discovery of this forest.

I just don't know if it's too late to waste so much time for this? Li Qing, Li Qing, why are you so unreassuring?

Reginard simply felt that fighting wits and courage with that eccentric nine-tailed demon fox, no matter what the outcome, would make this journey endlessly enjoyable.

I've seen the legendary nine-tailed demon fox with my own eyes, so it's worth the trip, right? He told himself.

However, no matter how you think about it, it seems that you are making a self-deception to excuse yourself?

He didn't think much of it, and he didn't have time to think about it, because the familiar scent in the air suddenly became stronger.

So what kind of trick will it be this time?

Reginard felt his mood somehow get better. The mind is like a spring born among the stones, flowing happily in only a simple direction.

It seems that all the worries have been left behind.