In the dim light, a copper-green object crossed a standard parabola and fell on the desk with a "dang long", and then jumped a few times with the action of inertia, and finally narrowly stopped on the edge of the "cliff". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a unique badge engraved with a four-leaf clover pattern, and it still shone even in a light source. Yes, it is "worth a lot of money", and any human with a basic education in the world can know that it symbolizes the identity of a regular pharmacist, and just as one clover can be found out of 5,000 clovers, this status is precious and unique enough to make many mediocre people envious of it.

However, all its value was so invaluable in the eyes of its "illiterate" new owner that this remarkable object, which was supposed to be "pampered", was treated so unjustly, that it could only lie alone in the corner of the long table, reflecting the glimmer of the crystal lamp, and making a silent and mournful protest.

Of course, it was naturally impossible for such a faint protest to float into Ian's ears, and he sat down on the chair in front of the table without even glancing at this "hard-won" badge, and opened the black leather book he had taken out of his arms.

The pages flipped gently, and every time his eyes swept over the crossed out names, the corners of Ian's mouth would always show a knowing smile. These are the "goods" he sent back then, and now they have become the carrier of all his good memories of that girl. Often in the dead of night, he would always take it out and turn it over from time to time, carving the memories, feelings, happiness, and sorrow of that time into his bones again and again, and integrating them into his blood.

Time is terrible.

No matter how unforgettable the memory is, it will gradually dilute under its soaking.

Divinity is terrible.

No matter how strong and hot the emotion is, it will be eroded by it, and it will unconsciously cool and freeze.

Now Ian already knew that the battle between divinity and humanity in his soul had already begun.

The all-consuming divinity is attached to time, trying again and again to erase his memories of Phil, to destroy the most important part of his own humanity. This kind of invasion is silent, and there seems to be no trace of it, but in fact it never stops for a moment, maybe after a trance, a peaceful sleep, a tiny memory will disappear from the mind forever.

This is different from ordinary people's forgetting, the disappearance of his memory means the disappearance of a part of humanity.

The effect may not be visible for a short time, but over time the consequences will become more and more severe until everything is worn out.

He doesn't want to forget Fei'er, he doesn't want to see Fei'er again as if he saw a stranger, so he can only recall again and again, remind himself again and again that he can't forget, and if one day he forgets, then it means that his humanity will eventually lose to divinity, as a human being, he will "die" at that moment, and as a god, he will ascend to heaven and become a thoughtless law.

The paper continued to flip, and after the directory, pages and pages of the diary appeared in front of Ian's eyes.

This is the result of more than a year of his work.

As someone who is not very used to keeping a diary, he has really not written much in a year. He didn't have that much room on his body to put down several diaries, so most of the few pages were important experiences that he thought had to be recorded.

Such a diary was originally a pastime for him, but now it is also extremely important. Divinity made it easy for him to remember many things, but at the same time, the erosion of divinity also began to make him forget certain things. So he began to pay attention to these records, hoping that doing so would allow him not to forget something very important, or to be able to recall them through the records after he had forgotten something.

Even if some of the recorded memories have become more and more like someone else's biography.

The pages flipped to reveal a blank page, and Ian placed the journal on the table and carefully flattened it, then reached for the quill at his side and leaned over to write.

The first line is written about Harris' new identity. This mysterious middle-aged man has finally revealed the tip of the iceberg of his true body. Ian knew that was far from all, but all he could do now was write down what he already knew and add to it later.

From the second line onwards, he began to write about the experience of today's one-day competition.

It was a race that was destined to cause a national sensation, but the result was not as quick as Ian had hoped. This is not only because he became a rare and unusual species in everyone's eyes afterwards and attracted attention, but also because the game itself is really not very bright and fair.

Master Kling's abrupt departure inadvertently did Ian a great favor, as his apprentice was talking to the judges as he turned to leave. One can imagine how devastating it was for a sensitive potion apprentice to suddenly shake his head and leave while he was expressing his proud opinion. As a result, the only character who can be regarded as an opponent collapsed and withdrew gloomily.

As for the highly anticipated final proposition of the fifth round......

If someone had flipped the last page of Harris's note for Ian, he would have found that the "respectable" Potion Master had simply memorized it as it was.

As a result, Ian discovers that even before the potion competition begins, little Ivy has proven that she is a true pharmacy genius......

To be honest, such a victory really made Ian unable to tell what kind of feeling he was in his heart, and what made him even more unbelievable was that in front of a group of iron-faced old men, he actually cooperated with Harris to play this farce to the end!

That's enough!

Thinking of this, he involuntarily shook his head, leaving behind this farce that had passed. Immediately, he calmed down a little, and wrote the word "majesty" at the bottom of the page with great solemnity.

"Majestic"!

This is the fourth power he has mastered after "eyes", "will", and "projection", and it is also his greatest gain today. The power was extremely effective, and more importantly, it opened a new door in Ian's heart, giving him some inspiration that he had never had before.

So, after a little thought, he wrote another word after "majesty" - "thorns".