Humpty Dumpty listened to Ian's story and didn't say anything about it.

Ian let out a soft sigh, as if trying to calm his emotions. After a while, he said, "I wanted to go back to the slum house—even though Zach and them ...... It's gone," he paused, and continued, "only to find that our house was surrounded by a group of mercenary-looking people, and they were searching, and they didn't look like a search and rescue team. ”

"It's not like the army, is it?"

"Hmm. ”

"So you just escaped?" asked the short-fat witch.

"No, I was hiding in the alley behind the hut and overheard the patrolman mentioning their mission, presumably to find someone in our house. I feel like that's what they're talking about, and it can only be me. I've been thinking I've had bounty mercenaries hunting me down, though I still don't know what Zach was killing for, and who I'm hiding......" Ian licked his dry lips and buried his cold cheeks in his hands and rubbed them vigorously.

The witch looked at Ian's slightly bloodshot eyes and said, "That trumpet-like sound you heard, in my opinion, should be some kind of magical energy generation or enhancement device. You know the relationship between magic and psychics, right? Psychic power is supposed to be brought into play by one's own imagination, and the spiritual world is embodied in the medium of psychic power. But from the one you experienced...... Judging from the disaster, it seems that someone wants to use the magic element to stimulate the spiritual power of living beings through the form of resonance," the old witch shrugged, "It's just that this is too crazy." Ancient texts have long stated that only intelligent beings such as humans or subhumans possess psychic powers, and that what wonderful things can be in the minds of the beasts of the forest......?

The fat witch poured Ian a cup of tea and handed it over, "It's too nonsense to use external force to excite it, and after being resonated, you have to bear the amount of information that your own spiritual power expands several times, which is already very difficult, and you will immediately be forced to manifest by the magic element." Your friend who fused with the demon wolf...... I'm afraid that's what happened because of this. ”

She was supposed to be Andrew.

"Who the hell would do such a thing to us?" Ian couldn't help but ask, anger suppressed in his voice.

"I don't know," the witch looked at him deeply, "but hatred is not the benefactor that keeps you alive. ”

"I ...... I don't know......" Ian's eyes and tone slackened again, and he muttered, "I don't know why I survived, Zach is dead, Andrew is dead, Flynn is also dead, what is the point of me surviving alone?"

The witch's eyes widened: "That charred boy died to save you." And the one who fused with the demon wolf, maybe it was his struggle to control the wild nature of the demon wolf not to attack you, so that you had a chance to escape. In any case, as a result, their death is exchanged for your life. Boy, you have to think about why you are alive now, and how you are going to live in the future. ”

Ian shook his head blankly. He has been following Zack's ass since he was six years old, slowly coming out of his loneliness and fear and adjusting to his new home. Slowly, he took care of Andrew and Flynn like him...... His life has always revolved around the dilapidated hut in the slums. Originally, he would turn fifteen in another year, and then he would look for a serious job to ease Zach's burden. They also planned to send Andrew and Flynn to study at a welfare home......

Ian smiled bitterly and thanked the witch, "I should think about it, thank you for telling me so much." This is the medicine money that Granny Su Mu asked me to bring, then I'll go. ”

With that, he put down his money bag and got up and walked towards the door.

"Hey, hey!" shouted the Humpty Dumpty Witch behind her, "What are you anxious about? Didn't I say that I had just figured out two things, and why did I just say that one thing was going to run, and the other thing didn't need to be known?"

"One more thing?" Ian turned.

"Don't you think it's terrible to have a few ghostly things around you every day?" asked the witch angrily.

"Ah, you said when you woke up in the morning...... That's their soul, right? I'm used to it. To be honest, I feel quite relieved to have them there. ”

"What soul? You ignorant stinky boy, you're going to be by you. The witch jumped down from her high chair and staggered to Ian, glaring up at him, "That's psychic! When you were asleep, it came out of its own because of that nightmare, and it sneaked out, you see, is it a soul, ha!" The witch wobbled to the medicine cabinet again, opened a drawer, took out a sun-dried flower, and threw it on the floor in front of Ian.

"There are many kinds of psychic powers, but I don't have time to teach you a lesson from a poor boy!" said the witch, shaking her back again, "Look, just do it again." The witch squinted, and a pale blue glow shimmered on the tips of the withered flowers. And the withered flowers that the witch threw in front of Ian were turned back into flowers with a rising blue light, and grew from the ground as if they were alive. Ian's eyes widened, like a country boy who had never seen the world and suddenly saw a miracle.

"This lantern orchid was my favorite when I was younger, and every leaf of it was imprinted in my mind, so I could easily manifest it," said the witch, "and now that I am old and my memories are beginning to blur, I need this withered flower as a medium." As he spoke, he pursed his lips as if dissatisfied.

It turned out that the withered flower was still lying on the floor, and Ian saw that the orchid that was growing and blooming was only made up of the faint blue light, not the real thing.

"The 'soul' you see ...... something like that. The witch continued.

"You mean, I'll give them to you when I'm asleep, like you...... Manifestation?" Ian asked, incredulously, "Did I do it?"

"That's what it seems to me. Try it or not, right in front of you, try to imagine what those people look like, as detailed as possible," the witch added, "if you're sure you're going to embody a human being." ”

Ian was incredible. Psychics, he'd heard the word since he was a kid, but no one in the slums of Black Eagle City really had this ability. Only at the celebration, the captain of the guard of the Black Eagle City City Defense, Josephine, performed some interesting sword skills for everyone. Those...... A halo of light would shoot out from his weapon, slashing at a dummy a dozen paces away.

He felt a little nervous, but as the witch had said, he began to concentrate on imagining what Zach would have been like when he was alive.

If he is here, he is standing here at this moment......

"Ah, yes, yes, I almost forgot to say it! Remember to add this person's behavior, demeanor, and movements, but don't patronize such trivial things as faces, clothes, and so on. The witch interjected suddenly, interrupting Ian's concentration and annoying him a little.

"What's the scariest thing you know? It's a little like a man and not like a man enough!" the witch couldn't help but nag again, "if you don't want to make any monsters...... Okay, okay, I'm done, you can continue!"

Ian clenched his fists and re-immersed himself in the endless memories in his mind to find the fragments of Zach's memories. He remembered how he had first met Zach—a sunny, cheerful but alert face with a confident smile. I also remembered Zach's embarrassed appearance when he fled home after being chased and beaten for stealing food, and his smile of relief when he distributed the food to everyone.

In an instant, Ian saw Zach as an apprentice in the blacksmith's shop, with a boar leather bib, heat-insulated tanned leather gloves, a sweat towel on his forehead, and a small hammer in his hand...... The memory was interrupted. Ian saw Zach practicing his sword swing again, clumsy and serious. Behind him was Flynn, who was well-behaved and cute, clapping his hands and laughing and cheering, and Andrew followed Flynn as always, quietly watching everyone.

"Wow......" The witch sighed softly in admiration of the marvelous sight she saw.