"The answer is no, you're free this time," she said as she greeted him, then turned to face Ahri. "Oh, looking at your face, there must be a dark and mysterious past. Or at least some wonderful saga too. Is there any pressing question for me, miss? ”

Through the heavy scent of smoke, Ahri smelled a smell of wet fluff and strong leather from the woman's neck, and she stopped talking.

"Thanks, no need," she replied. "I'll go shopping again."

"I'm afraid I won't find a second pair of Imero stones in this market," the woman said, nodding her head at the Sunstone in Ahri's hand. "The only pair is in your hands."

The back of Ahri's neck shuddered, and he couldn't help but take a few steps closer. She was secretly vigilant in her heart that she could not be carried away by the excitement. "You know this thing? Where do they come from? ”

The woman glanced at Ahri.

"I think it's the Emero Stone," she said. "I've never seen it with my own eyes. The amount he did in his life was minimal, and most of them were broken up during the war. A peerless rarity, no doubt about it. ”

Every word she said brought Ahri one step closer.

"I'm Xi Yan, I'm glad to meet." The woman said.

"Do you know where to find this craftsman?" Ahri asked.

Xiyan laughed. "I don't know. But if you're willing to come in and talk about it, I'd like to know everything. ”

Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders, Ahri excitedly followed the soothsayer around the stall and into a caravan with four walls decorated with animal skins.

"Tea?" Hi Yan said. "It was just made this morning."

She poured two cups of tea, the color of plum wine, and began to sip one herself. Her tea has a bitter oak bark flavor and is wrapped in a heavy honey flavor. Xiyan stretched out a hand to take the Sunstone, but Ahri still held on tightly.

"It seems that they have a special meaning for you," she said with a pouting smile. "Don't worry, I don't want to sell stolen Sunstones. It's detrimental to the reputation of the girl's family."

"Can you tell me where they come from?" Ahri asked, carefully handing over the stone.

Hi held the stone up to the light and looked at it.

"It's beautiful." She said. "I didn't expect them to fit together so perfectly. It's like no other. ”

Ahri didn't say a word. Curious, she stopped where she was, staring intently at the woman.

"Legend has it that there was a sculptor named Imero who specialized in collecting fossilized lizard eggs that had been in the dust for thousands of years and carving them into intricate shapes. In those ancient times when lizards lived, the Sea of the Ghetto had not yet turned into a desert. Today, the lizards are all fossilized and dusty. ”

Hi Yan coughed, and Ahri noticed that her breath was mixed with a sour tone, as if she had just drunk strong vinegar.

"Imero stones are small parts that can be embedded in larger statues," she continued.

The woman placed two golden stones in front of Ahri and shook them.

"Just as your past has left you with mysterious clues, these two stones may also have other parts that can be combined to form another shape. No one knows what will turn out of your search for your roots. If you can find the rest of the parts, you might have a surprise. ”

"It's all pretty words." Ahri whispered, eyes still fixed on the woman.

After a moment of silence, Xiyan chuckled. "A hint of authenticity, a hint of self-creation. The solution woven by the diviner must be seamless. ”

The woman pulled out a hunting knife from the cupboard.

"And I've woven just enough answers to keep you interested and stay here," she said. "Wait for the medicinal effects of the tea to numb your muscles."

Ahri let out a low growl between her lips. She was going to tear this woman to shreds. She tried to pounce, but her limbs wouldn't listen. She was imprisoned in place.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be that way, miss. I just want a tail. Many potion recipes are available and invaluable. I guess so.

I've never seen Vastaya with a fox's tail. That cup of tea will relieve the pain and also stop your ...... Action. ”

Hi Yan wraps a bandage around one of Ahri's tails. Ahri tried to resist, but she couldn't move.

"You're going to wake up tomorrow and feel like nothing happened." The woman said. "Well, you'll have one less tail. But do you really need to use all nine? ”

Ahri closed her eyes and began to touch the magical energy field around her body. There was a lot of mature magic that could be harnessed in the environment, but she couldn't absorb it due to the effects of that cup of tea. So she turned to Xi Yan's mind, because it was easier to cast here, and then she took advantage of the situation.

Ahri opened his eyes and met the four eyes of Xiyan. Hija's lavender-colored eyes were now dim violet.

"Hey," she said. "Come closer. I want to see what the person who teased me looks like. ”

"Yes, Miss," replied Siyan stupidly. Her voice was empty and weak, as if it came from a deep well.

She leaned forward, her face just inches away from Ahri. Ahri began to inhale, pumping the woman's life out of her breath.

…… Xi Yan was a little girl, hungry and afraid, hiding under the market stalls. The sound of two men arguing came from above. She returned empty-handed, and today's mission was not completed......

Ahri continues to absorb Xiyan's life, savoring the memories of the most primitive emotions. These memories felt plump and full in Ahri's mouth, and the taste of each emotion made her linger for a long time.

…… He gave fortune to a veiled witch doctor and was rewarded with a copper coin. She bought a loaf of bread with copper money and devoured it......

…… In a dilapidated tavern, a group of people are playing cards loudly. A man with eyebrows like a butterfly stakes a golden Emero stone, and Hi Yan silently watches everything in the dark......

…… Hiyan's eyes followed Ahri in the market. A fox tail peeks out from under the cloak. She led the Vastaya into the caravan—

That's enough.

Ahri paused, her mind swirling with a newfound amount of energy. Every memory she stole from Xiyan's mind was accompanied by energy infused into her weak muscles, dissolving the toxicity.

Ahri regained her strength, shaking her limbs and stretching her tail in a shudder. Each tail is as numb as if it had been pricked by countless needles.

Xi Yan stood in place, his eyes wide open, confused, but alive and well. Now, it's her turn to wake up tomorrow morning and feel like nothing happened—just a few inconsequential memories missing.

After learning about the woman's life, Ahri's anger subsided. She stroked the soothsayer's cheek with her hand, then wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and stepped out of the caravan back to the sun-drenched market.

Xiyan will not remember her, nor will she remember this encounter. But Ahri learns a name from this transaction, Imero, and a man's face with eyebrows like butterfly wings, which is deeply imprinted in her mind.