The spell recorded on this reel is a high-ring Shaping spell, Arcane Blaster. It unleashes a ray of pure arcane energy that destroys anything that dares to stand in the way of spells.

Doris excitedly put the scroll into her space bag.

Researching a new spell isn't just a spell scroll, and even with the spell on it, it would take a few days for the little druid to learn it in a quiet environment......

"Let's go, this is the last place in the White Castle, and I'm sure that's where all the answers are." Acoste calmed down his mood, he actually knew who was hiding in the White Castle the moment he saw the Soul Reaper.

Know that the Soul Reaper is a creature created by the Lord of Bones, Mirkor, and they usually only appear near the King of Bones' dormitory, wandering the palace made of bones and skeletons day after day.

The only people who can summon them are the followers of Mirkor, but since the Temple power of the King of Bones has always been relatively low-key on the continent of Faeron, few people know about the connection between the Soul Reaper and the King of Bones.

Acoste didn't plan to tell his team about these things now, as the famous Three Gods of Death, their reputation could be said to be well-known on the continent of Faeron. If the Half-Elf Sword Saint told them about those masterminds behind the scenes now, it was likely that his team members would invisibly carry a heavy layer of mental baggage.

It's better to wait until you go in and see the actual situation before you think about it......

A white marble clock tower appears in front of the Scarlet Frostfire Adventure Squad Four.

This is the Bell of Silence, which is on par with the White Castle.

It's a pity that this bell, which is said to be able to ring throughout the Moon Sea, has not been ringed for decades......

Mottled watermarks and dense moss stretched up the outer walls of the clock tower, and Acoste reached out to push open the cobweb-strewn wooden door, took a deep breath and stepped in first.

The other three followed in the footsteps of the Half-Elf Sword Master......

A dull bell rang in Acoste's ears. The Half-Elf Sword Saint looked up at the top of the bell and suddenly found a dazzling white light coming from the top of the building. The intense glare made the half-elf blink inextricably.

By the time Acoste opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the bell tower of the Silent Bell......

"What's the ......," Acoste rubbed his eyes. But the fragrance of fresh flowers and plants around him and the refreshing breeze made him feel that this was not an illusion, and the half-elf swordmaster deliberately slapped himself hard, but what appeared in the eyes of the half-elf was still the green farmland surrounded by life.

Acoste instinctively pulled out the Frostmourn and the Ash Briele......

His years of adventure had taught him that this seemingly peaceful place contained the deadliest of dangers.

"Son, what are you doing over there?"

A familiar voice came, and the half-elf sword master turned his head in disbelief to look in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man with rough skin and a dark complexion stood in a golden farmland......

He was dressed in coarse linen, with a straw hat tied around his back, and a hoe in one hand. One hand kept wiping the sweat from his forehead......

This is the most familiar image of Acoste as a child......

Because at that time, his honest and diligent father Kenny Chris worked in the farmland almost every day, supporting a family of four with his own hands.

"Father...... No, you can't be my father, my father is already dead! Who are you? The half-elf sword master was confused for a moment, but he took a step forward and quickly retreated, his eyes quickly returning to clarity.

Shouldn't he be in front of him with Doris and the ruins of the White Fort in the Moon Sea? Acoste knew he must have fallen for some powerful illusion, and dragged himself into his old memories......

"Why do you say that? I'm your father......" Kenny Chris looked puzzled at the half-elven Swordmaster's words, and he put down the farming tools in his hand. He tried to come over, but was stopped by Acoste with Frost Sorrow.

"Don't come here, or I'll be rude to you!"

"Son, calm down. What's going on? ”

"Honey, what's going on? Are you going to quarrel with Acoste? ”

Just when the half-elf Sword Saint and his so-called "father" were at a stalemate, a gentle and calm voice sounded from the side again.

One has long, silvery-white silky hair. A beautiful elven woman with sharp ears walked into the field from behind, holding a baby waiting to be fed in her arms. Isn't that what Lavis looked like when he was a kid......

"Mom?" Yacoste's eyes were a little moist before that. He didn't have the slightest memory of his mysterious mother......

It's like that memory is sealed by some mysterious power, and the half-elf can only vaguely remember her general physical characteristics every time she recalls, but the intersection between herself and the other party, Acoste can't remember a single one.

But now, when Acoste saw that familiar figure, the closed memory in his mind rushed into his mind like a flood that burst the embankment............

On a deep evening......

The young moon elf woman was weaving cloth under the dim oil lamp, holding the sleeping baby in her arms, while next to her stood a little boy of 5 or 6 years old.

Time passed bit by bit......

The elf woman had been weaving attentively, while the little boy next to her silently helped to arrange and fold the woven cloth and put it aside neatly.

"Acoste." I don't know how long it took, the elf woman seemed to be tired, she stretched tiredly, and then looked at the little boy beside her with a smile.

"Yes, Mom." The little boy seemed to be very restrained, and as soon as he heard his mother next to him call him, little Acoste immediately straightened his waist, like a well-trained soldier looking at his general.

"My good son, don't be so nervous, do you feel a little different from other children lately? And then bothered yourself about it? The moon elf woman couldn't help but smile dumbly when she saw the little boy like this, she touched the little boy's white hair lovingly, and asked in a gentle tone.

"That's right, mom ......" Little Acoste immediately showed a confused expression when he heard this.

"Lately I've felt like I'm a lot stronger than my peers, and I don't seem to be afraid of fire, and finally I'm very good at healing wounds, and every time I play with Curry and them, I always get ......back to my bruises after a wrestle within minutes." )