Cheese walks on the road, on the way to the place where the Earl and the Shaman worked together to kill the Earth Bear last night. His hands hung at his sides, the straps he was tied unfurled, just in case. In his mind, the words that had been in the White Wolf's tent were still echoing. It is the habit of the mage that when he has finished speaking, he will chew on his words again, gaining insight into the parts of the speech that are not taken into account, as well as the blind spots and biases that exist in the words without being perceived. This allows him to better reflect on the gains and losses.

"The name Dionysus doesn't mean that his magic has anything to do with wine, in fact he barely touches it. The title of Dionysus is taken from the mythological god of wine, the god of revelry. The field of magic he excels at has nothing to do with alcohol, but it does make people revry. After all, as long as it is a living being, there is an instinct inside, and it is the essence of carnival to expand the part of the instinct and let it occupy it, and even cover up the survival itself. This is what he specializes in, and we call it the genre of Origin Spells. ”

Origin spells are a rather partial and vague field that seems to be self-contained, but if it is subdivided, it can also be divided into several spell schools. It's just that the information on these genres is too scarce to be listed separately. To put it simply, this type of spell is eliminated, and when magic appears in this world and begins to be used, the source spell appears. But today, the schools and sources of magic are so varied that they sit in the deepest corners of the library as if forgotten by everyone. There's nothing wrong with how it works, there's nothing wrong with how it gets started, but no one wants to develop it. Origin, in this stagnation, gradually become primitive.

The reason for this is probably because the magic that is classified as the origin spell has an ambiguous quality, which is contrary to the magic that was developed later, so it was abandoned. Compared with most of the spells that Cheese has mastered now, the Origin Spell is closer to the witchcraft of the shamans in terms of effect and principle, but the essence of the spell is destined to not come from the source of its magic from the idol of faith, even if it is cast with the help of external magic, the caster itself still has to bear much more burden than the shaman in the spell casting. In this case, the power of the Origin Spell may be so great that it can be called terrifying, but its effect is much more volatile than that of a spell with a clear casting context, and it is much more damaging to the caster.

Even in the Grey Tower, the Origin Spell is nothing more than knowledge to be understood, and if they are not interested, the Grey Robes may not have touched or cast a spell related to the Origin Spell. This is also the reason why among the many strange gray robes learned, the god of wine is also a memorable person. However, as the older group of gray robes, there was not much actual contact between Cheese and Bacchus, and by the time Cheese began to be taught by many people, Bacchus was already preparing for the adult assessment. And after the success of the adult assessment, the god of wine also left the gray tower without any nostalgia like the other gray robes to set up his own portal. But there is one thing that Cheese remembers very well, and that is that during the years when Dionysus was there, accidents in the tower were frequent.

To be honest, where Bacchus went and what he did as an adult, Cheese is not clear. Not only him, but he was sure that the same was true of his fellow disciples in these matters. The difference in professionalism and the alienation in the intersection, apart from the gray robe on his body, the mage could not find the common ground that he could communicate with the other party. Perhaps it wasn't in the here and now, that he would never meet each other again in his life, and that years later the memory of the name Dionysus would become a symbolic reverie, or a reminiscence that his friends and disciples would accidentally awaken when they came into contact with the magic of the Primordial Being.

Cheese would rather be so. It's understandable that he would rather never see his fellow disciples again, isn't it? He who can make a gray robe a gray robe is a gray robe, but he who can kill a gray robe is also a gray robe. So when he saw the familiar techniques and traces of the magic unique to the Origin Magic in the mutated corpse, his mood was not relaxed. In particular, in addition to the Origin Magic, he also perceived the power of the worms, which were hidden. Touching evil gods is a no-no, and throughout the Ash Tower, only Cheese is allowed to be careful about the spells and objects that exist. This is not to say how special the division is, just as many of the magic items related to the origin spells are only authorized by Bacchus to touch. Depending on the profession, the degree of danger of things is different.

The blood on the blades of grass has long since dried up. Before dragging the Earth Bear's body back to the tribe, the shaman had buried the unfortunate body he had dragged out. Even so, the cluttered traces of the scene and the smell that still lingered in the air still made one imagine how fierce the battle had been last night. In fact, judging from the habits of the ground bear, it might have been much easier to let Batu come last night, and the hunter's bow and arrow were more useful than the knight's battle axe in the face of wild beasts. But then again, can a ground bear that has been transformed into a corpse-eating creature still be considered a beast?

"Why, exactly. Cheese knelt on one knee in the marks of the bear and whispered to himself. He tried to put himself in the shoes of the creature's creator and speculate as to why Bacchus did this. Of course, twisting a natural creature into a ghoul creature is a valuable experiment in the field of magic, and a lot of data can be obtained through such experiments, and if the experiment is successful, it can artificially create large numbers of ghouls. The question is, why is this the place of the experiment?

The vast and sparsely populated grasslands are indeed a secret and safe testing ground. However, the existence of corpse-eating creatures requires the consumption of a considerable amount of flesh and blood to maintain, and the habits of grassland creatures are alert, so it is much more difficult to capture as experimental materials. Overall, this is not an experiment to be done here. Cheese could understand this, too, unless, he had a reason to stay here, and that reason probably had something to do with worms.

"Chirp!" the cry from above had a hint of something else. Cheese looked up and saw that Naren in the air seemed to be fighting another bird. Indeed, the goshawk has a strong sense of territory, and if this place originally belonged to other goshawks, then Naren who entered this place would naturally be expelled as an intruder.

It's just that the black shadow in the air doesn't look like it's just trying to expel it. Naren is a domesticated falcon, and it will not really fight for its life against its opponents for its own means of dealing with its own kind in the wild, because it does not really need this territory. And the battle that is taking place in the skies above, it seems, is not so.