Just as Glaser was about to get up, Mrs. Laura seemed to think of something, "By the way, I have a magician here, maybe you can meet it." ”

Glassell looked at Mrs. Laura suspiciously, and did not speak, but did not move.

After a while, a man in a black robe walked in.

He was tall and thin, and he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

The only thing that caught the eye was the crystal ball in his hand.

The crystal ball was dazzling, and just a photo of it, Glassell's gaze involuntarily locked on it.

"Put your hand on top of this crystal ball. ”

Mrs. Laura's face was full of smiles.

"Is this magic?"

Glacel did not stand up, but said coldly.

"Don't worry, it will definitely not hurt your life, but I just want you to experience the life of an ancient magician, so that you will at least be mentally prepared when facing those bastards. ”

Grassel hesitated, but nodded.

He knew that if he refused any of Mrs. Laura's requests, not even a cent of that generous donation would reach him.

Glacel reached over the crystal ball.

As the black-robed man's body trembled, Glassell's eyes suddenly darkened.

......

"Bang"

A young man, almost naked, rolled off a rudimentary wooden bed and fell to the ground.

Alan covered his head and kept rolling on the ground, humming in his mouth, as if he was suffering a great deal of pain.

Head, head hurts!

With his head in the mush, Alan could only hold his head and roll, trying to relieve the pain that he could not bear.

He couldn't help but wail in pain, and slammed his head against the ground, but the pain did not lessen in the slightest, but became more and more intense as if someone was sticking a needle in his head.

I don't know how long it took, until Allen's consciousness was close to blurring with pain, and his voice was hoarse, and the sharp pain in his head gradually eased.

Leaning against the thatched wall, Alan wiped his eyes, took away some of the blood that was drying up, and slowly opened his eyes.

There was a mess in front of me.

It was a small thatched hut, and there was a lot of chaos around it, and there were many blood stains on it.

The only window let in a little moonlight, and there was silence all around, except for the occasional crow outside.

Alan tried to stand up, but the pain had already used up all his strength, and he could only lean against the wall, gasping for breath, trying to regain his senses.

Yourself, crossed?

As the memories came to mind, Alan couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and he couldn't react.

Kingdom of Salos, Boulder City, Greystone Town, Ramo Village?

Alan Bachman, whose parents were killed by passing robbers while farming, kicked him out of the village because he was idle, did not do his job, and often stole from other people's fields, and because the villagers looked at his land and house.

He had to survive alone in an abandoned hut in the wilderness, stealing the villagers' crops to eat and drinking water from nearby mountain springs, and it was not a problem to survive.

But it became a mystery why Buckman died suddenly and crossed over to him.

Looking down at his pale body, and then at the night sky outside the window, a sense of sleepiness went straight to Alan's heart, but after a while, he fell asleep.

Alan had been awakened by the glare of sunlight streaming through the window, and he sat on the edge of the bed, in a much better state of mind than he had been yesterday, though he was still a little weak.

At this moment, he also remembered more through the memory of the original owner of the body.

The other day, while wandering around, Buckman stumbled upon a cave in which he found the bones of a dead man, as well as several pieces of parchment scattered on the ground next to it.

Although his parents were farmers, Allen had been sent to the town school as a child, where he had also learned to write, and when he picked up the scrolls, he found that they were actually some mysterious ritual.

According to the paper, as long as there is enough desire in the heart, and the above mantra is recited three times in a row, the desire in the heart can be satisfied.

At first he didn't think so, and just put the parchment away, but when he went to the neighborhood of the village yesterday to steal some corn from the villagers, he saw Lucy, the prettiest girl in the village of Ramo, having a wedding with a foreign merchant.

Buckman had always regarded Lucy as the love of his dreams, and the two used to be at loggerheads when his parents were still alive, but when his parents died, Lucy cut off contact with him.

When the villagers of Ramo collectively drove Buckman out of Ramo and divided his family's property together, Lucy did not show up, but her father was the most vicious one at the time.

Buckman had always held a grudge against it, but he couldn't do anything until that day.

Lucy's happy smile completely crushed Buckman's self-deception of eating and waiting for death all day, and he thought that it was because he had no strength, no merchant and no money that Lucy would cut off contact with him.

Buckman, who has low self-esteem and is timid to the limit, doesn't even have the courage to go to Lucy and the merchant desperately, he only dares to use a rusty knife that has been curled in the abandoned hut to leave wounds on his body one by one, and the blood stains in the hut are left by Buckman when he mutilated himself.

As Buckman was dying, he suddenly thought of the parchment he had picked up from the cave.

With nothing but nothing but Lucy, the Merchant, and all that had hurt him dead, Buckman chanted the incantation written on the parchment three times before falling unconscious.

"It's a story that's so tortuous and sad...... What a pathetic man. ”

Recalling the inferiority, desolation and despair of the original owner of the body in the last moments of his life, Alan sighed a little.

But he didn't blame Lucy for not being able to crush a family in these medieval times, a reluctant and frail waste like Buckman's would be enough to bring down a family.

But the question is, the incantation that Buckman recited may have been the trigger that led him to cross over, so did his wish come true as recorded on the parchment?

If this spell really satisfies one's desires, can it help one return to the original world?

Moreover, since Bachman was crazy about self-harm before he died, why was his body unscathed, except for being a little weak?

Full of doubts, Alan quickly got up from the wooden bed and found the parchment scattered on the ground not far from the room.

Although one or two of them were stained with scarlet blood on the edges, it didn't interfere with reading in the slightest.

"All-knowing and all-powerful God of Desire, I ask for a trace of your divine power, and I am willing to give everything you want, only let me satisfy the desires of my heart. ”

Although he absorbed Bachman's memory, Alan was not proficient in the use of this otherworldly language, and subconsciously read it out.

By the time he found out that he had read it out, Alan was already in a cold sweat.

Buckman's death, like the spell, is full of weirdness.

If you just read it out casually, nothing will happen, right?

Allen, who has studied the core values of socialism since he was a child, naturally does not believe in anything like gods and ghosts, but this is a different world.

Who knows if there's any magic, gods or anything like that?

There was silence, but nothing happened.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, since the parchment said that it would be useful to recite it three times, it should be nothing to read it casually once.

But just as Alan had arranged a few pieces of parchment and placed them on the wooden table beside him, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door not far away.

"Anyone?"

Hearing the sound coming from outside the door, Alan only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to his heart.

There is really something wrong in the other world, so I should have known that I should be careful......

Reading through all kinds of suspense, Allen even figured out in an instant how many ways he could die.

When Allen's legs kept trembling and his head was in a mess, the people outside the door saw that no one answered, so they pushed the door in.

"Ahh

Seeing a dark shadow walk in through the doorway, Alan sat down on the ground with a face full of fear.

is in a different world, the death of the original owner of the body is so weird, and the cult-like spell, coupled with the current coincidence, even the biggest heart can't stand it, not to mention Allen, an ordinary young man in his early twenties.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a magician, and I've been commissioned to investigate. ”

The black shadow walked up to Allen, took off his black cloak, and revealed a kind face, an ordinary-looking young man.

"You ......"

Before Alan could react, the young man's eyes suddenly turned to the parchment on the table.

Glaser seemed to feel like he was inside the body of this man named Alan, but he seemed to be able to observe him from an outsider's point of view, and most importantly, he seemed to be able to sense Alan's general thoughts and thoughts.

Even as a high-level member of the academy, he had never experienced such a magical feeling.

Is this the legendary ancient magician?

What's the difference with those modern dross?

Glacel continues to watch and experience the story of Alan and the young man who calls himself a magician.

The young man who called himself a magician ignored the mushy ball of Alan in his head, and he walked quickly towards the parchment, his eyes full of strange lights.

Picking up the parchment, his gaze froze.

"This ...... This is the god of desire......"

There was a hint of wavering in the young man's eyes, but he quickly became clear.

He pulled out a flaming leaf from his cloak and pinched it gently.

Alan couldn't believe his eyes.

I saw that those few pieces of parchment burned out of thin air.

Thinking of what the young man had just said, and the strangeness of what Buckman had experienced, Alan suddenly realized......

There really is magic in this world!

Seeing Allen's frightened face, the young man walked up to him and crouched down.

"Where did you get all this parchment?"

Under the young man's intense gaze, Alan didn't dare to hide anything, "I found it in a cave. ”

"Have you seen any monsters around you lately?"

"Nope. ”

The young man touched his chin and looked at Allen's thin body in only shabby cloth pants, and the destitute mess in the wooden house, and seemed to believe Allen's words.

"Take me to the cave where the parchment was found. ”

Feeling the warm sunshine shining on him, Allen's heart has sunk to the bottom.

What is certain is that there is definitely a mysterious power in this world, and as for the god of desire, it is likely to be true.

This also means that Allen's life will be worthless in the face of this terrifying force.

is also a modern person who has been baptized by various horror movies, and Allen's mind quickly calmed down.

Now that you have crossed into such a world, if you want to survive, you have to contact and even master this power.

Otherwise, no matter how well you mix in the mortal world, you will die with a random magic aftermath, and this is still a fart.

This young magician doesn't look like a bad guy, and he seems to be an official official, so it seems like a good choice if you can use him to understand all this.

Allen, who was leading the way in front, was about to speak, but he heard the voice of the young man.

"Do you know about the village of Ramo?"

"You know, I'm from the village of Ramo. ”

"Then don't go back, the people in the village are all gone. ”

There was a sudden silence around them.

Despite the anticipation in his heart, Allen's heart was still a little heavy.

Although Buckman hated those villagers to the core, he still had some feelings, which also affected Allen's mood in disguise.

"I see...... Does it have anything to do with magic?"

Alan couldn't help but ask.

"There's no trace of any magic, it's more like ...... Someone's desires are satisfied. ”

Hearing the young man's voice without any emotional fluctuations, Allen's body stiffened, and he didn't dare to continue to speak, silently leading the way.

At this moment, he was 100% sure that this young man had begun to doubt himself.

But he can't fully trust him, if the other party knows that he has crossed over from another world, who knows if the other party will see himself as a different species, or a doppelganger of the god of desire, and directly give himself a fireball technique.

The two men walked all the way, and soon came to the place where Buckman found the parchment.

The skeleton was still leaning against the stone, looking like it had been some years old.

To Allen's surprise, the young man did not use any probing magic, he simply observed the bone, and then removed the entire right bone intact and put it in the cloak.

His cloak was small, but he didn't know how much it could hold.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have completed the task, Alan even had a plan to escape.

Although the other party seems to be an official official, but in this ghost world, a civilian like him must not even be as good as a leek, the other party is unhappy and kills him, who can Allen go to cry to?

"Come back to Graystone with me, the village of Ramo no longer exists, you can't survive alone, and my investigation needs your cooperation. ”

The young man said as he walked towards the outside of the cave.