So where did Cheese go, did he revert to his human form, or did he say that the gray-robed mage who was a human had disappeared forever, leaving only the twisted giant?

The sound of running water woke up the sleeping man, and he opened his eyes blankly to see an ant tapping its tentacles at the grass stem. Slowly getting up, the sunlight blinded the man who had just woken up, and he had to close his eyes again for a few seconds and then open them a little bit to get used to the light. When he finally saw the things around him clearly, his eyes immediately locked on the gray robe beside him, and without hesitation, completely subconsciously, he grabbed the robe and held the baby in his arms. And as the gray robe started, more memories and thoughts surged back into his mind.

yes, it looks like I've survived again. A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of Cheese's mouth, which had been rare in recent years, but it wasn't uncommon in the years when he was still training. Everyone who is qualified to wear the gray robe is the lucky of the lucky ones, they work hard enough, and they are lucky enough, because many people only make a slight mistake in casting a spell and never see the sun the next day. It's just that a narrow escape from death may make people re-examine their lives, but after more such experiences, they will become numb and still alive, but that's it.

Since you are still alive, you have to continue to live, to pursue your goals, and to cherish the life you have picked up. This mental implication is that Cheese doesn't know how many times he has done it to himself, and it is not so much that these thoughts calm his uneasiness about nothingness as they mechanically make him feel at ease. This kind of self-suggestion, which they are not aware of, is actually common to other gray robes and even spellcasters, because they really don't have the opportunity to heal a psychological wound in a few days and years like ordinary people, so they have to cover up the wound in this way.

As for whether the covered wounds were scarred or silently purulent and festering, waiting for the moment when the old wounds recurred, no one knew until the veil was lifted. Cheese didn't know, and he didn't want to know. That's pointless, isn't it? Feeling emotional, melancholy, looking at things, and thinking about one thing, until many years later I suddenly realized that all my previous worries were in vain on an unrelated matter. Rather than that, it's better to cut off those thoughts at the beginning. This idea may not be the most correct, but as people who are used to using it are after, it is quite efficient.

Cheese, who had reined in his thoughts, let go of the robe in his hand, and he subconsciously wanted to put the robe on his body, but he was inexplicably afraid. At this moment, is he still qualified to call himself a famous person who can run?

"What's the difference between you and me at the end of the day? The only difference is that I know who I serve and you don't. The head that appeared out of the grass sneered, and he had the exact same appearance and tone as the Bacchus, "Or do you just not accept being subservient?" But think about it another way, isn't the gray robe you proud of a proof of your submission to the teacher? We have always been servants, and we are waiting to be fed, and we can't decide where we want to fly. ”

"Shut up. Enraged, Cheese raised his hand and pushed the head away, and suddenly the head of the same door turned into a skull that had been here for an unknown amount of time. What I just saw and heard, it doesn't seem to be true. For now, from any point of view, the skull was just a pitiful residue discarded by the beast, and there was no possibility of doing anything wrong.

Exhaling, the mage shook his head, wondering if he was really awake, maybe he was still in a dream. Whether shaking his head can be sure if he is dreaming or not, no one knows. But Cheese did shake out some dizziness, he was hungry. There is no way to do it, what Cheese did last night and what he experienced is no longer something that can be guessed by common sense, so no one except himself knows what his physical condition is like at this time. The hunger that seemed to digest his stomach eroded him, and even made him feel that the grass was becoming tempting. Fortunately, reason is still in the cheese's head, and human teeth cannot refuse tough grass stems, and human intestines cannot digest them.

The sound of water reminds the mage who is about to go crazy with hunger that water can relieve hunger by itself. What's more, where there is water, there are fish, and although the fish has scales and is troublesome in dealing with the internal organs, it is better than eating grass, isn't it? The river is very clear and the bottom is not deep, so the current is rapid. This is a good thing, the water in the rapids is cleaner than the gentler sections because of the fast flow, and there are always some fish in these sections of the river picking up food washed down from the upper stream.

The mage took three steps and two steps, rushed to the edge of the water, knelt on the ground, held the river water in both hands and took a sip of it, the water was clear and sweet. Cheese immediately drank most of the water in his hand, and couldn't wait to get more water to drink. But he forgot one thing, even if the sun had risen, the temperature of the river was still very low, and a few sips of the clear water would only feel cool, but if there was no food in the stomach and a few large handfuls of it, the coolness would become cold. The chill, like a needle pricked from the inside out, made Cheese stop moving, and his stomach couldn't stop shaking.

It stands to reason that Cheese's body shouldn't be so weak, and the water is cold, but it only takes a little movement of the body to suppress this little cold. However, the truth was unexpected, just a few sips of cold water made the mage feel like falling into an ice cellar, as if he had been stripped of all his clothes and thrown onto the ice field north of Longji Mountain. And, too, he read something else from this coldness, hostility. The hostility didn't come from anyone, it came from the water, the river water that he drank into his stomach, hated him. Almost instantly, the mage sensed many such hostilities, and he seemed to be disgusted by this world.

Is it hard to understand? The Wise Master immediately understood why. This heaven and earth are spiritual, the earth has the spirit of the earth, the river has the spirit of the river, and the spirits wander with it. So, how did Cheese get along with the spirits last night? Although he had worked with the Spirit of the Horse and the Spirit of the Eagle to repel Alay, what happened when he became a giant? The spirits were hostile to the worms that were hovering on the Celestial Tree, and the giant that Cheese had transformed into last night was so similar to the evil god. He even forced the eagle spirit possessed by Naren to leave!

A wry smile resurfaced. From this point of view, it is really light for the spirits to punish him just like this. At least they didn't let a pack of wolves eat him while he wasn't awake, which was unimaginably merciful and generous to the gods.