There is a lonely tree on the grassland, about three or four meters high, with sparse branches and leaves. There was a hole in the earth under the tree, dark and deep, and I didn't know where it led. Now, the cavern is no longer dark, and the brilliance that radiates from it is only for a moment, but it is more dazzling than the sun. Oh, what is the reason for that dazzling light? Is it anger? Or is it sadness?

The scene in the hollow of the tree was no different from before the light flashed, and everything was still as it was, the roots of the trees were the roots, and the wine jug was the wine jug. The only difference is that now there is only one gray robe left in this tree hole. No, it should be said that there was a gray robe in a gray robe and a gray robe that fell to the ground. The gray robe was standing, and the insignia of the hooded mouse floated on the robe, except that the mouse was different from usual, its head was slightly raised, revealing an eye under the hood, which was an unusually memorable eye. The other gray robe on the ground has become a gray robe in the literal sense of the word, losing all the incredible functions it once had, and also losing the emblem that should have been firmly imprinted on it, perhaps, it should be called gray cloth.

The skin, which had been released by the release of its magical power, had a sickly red color, and on that red epidermis, there were a large number of chain-like black lines that were unusually clear. In this situation, Cheese's chest rose and fell unusually slowly, and it was also extremely heavy, and he breathed in and out, as if he swallowed all the breath in the entire space. He turned his head and looked at the roots in the center of the room, "Come out, I know you're not dead." ”

The roots of the tree twitched, and on the thickest roots emerged a human face, the face of a Dionysian. The face writhed, and in a dozen seconds it went from a crude appearance that would only be frightening to see at night to a lively face more elaborate and vivid than any sculptor. Then the face's mouth began to open, and the originally solid roots began to change inwards with this attempt, until from the wooden mouth began to make a sound that seemed at first like the natural sound of the wind blowing through a broken house, and then gradually settled on it, and at last it was able to speak.

"When the demons said that there was a Grey Robe who single-handedly killed the Demon Lord on the Ice Plain six years ago, I had doubts about that man's identity. While I know that you are the most likely person to do this, I'd rather believe that it was because of Ann Lina's action. Now it seems that I am using my own standards to judge you, and you do have the value of being protected by An Lina. "The sound of a human face at the root of a tree is naturally not similar to that of a human throat, and it is impossible to judge by the sound alone to compare it with the words of Dionysus. Even, there is no evidence to prove that the current strange face and the sound it makes are from the gray robe called Bacchus before. Unless, you know a very important part of the primordial magic that Dionysus excels at.

"There is no inner and outer body, no distinguishing body, your value is above mine. And you give it up. Cheese looked at the face, and his emotions had gradually eased. As for the two bodies he mentioned, they are the root of the reason why Dionysus can doubt the way he speaks and even exists. It is also a category of origin magic that is very different from later magic.

Ever since people began to break open the belly of their prey to sort their contents into categories, ever since cruel tyrants or ferocious beasts disemboweled people like livestock, the concept of the body has been transformed. The human body is made up of various organs, bones, flesh and blood, and anyone who has ever bought meat from a butcher shop will know this. Not just animals, but also plants, herbalists subdivide plants into parts, roots, stems, leaves, and more. So people learned that the bodies of living beings are separate, that they cannot breathe without lungs, but they do not prevent them from eating, and that they cannot think without brains, but they can still breathe. Only the mind, as the driving core of the whole life, occupies an absolutely indispensable and irreplaceable position in this separate body. This understanding is natural and infallible.

But before that? I mean, what was the body like when people hadn't given names and functions to the things in the body, the parts that make up life, and they didn't think of the heart as the center of the body? Is there no flesh and bones under the skin, but a mass of inexplicable half-liquid and half-solid stuff? Of course it can't be. This is true of some creatures in this world, such as those that are often found in swamps or sewers. The fact is that whether the gods created or evolved naturally, organs do exist, and so do distinctions.

Acknowledging the differences, however, does not mean emphasizing them. In the beginning, intelligent beings did not have the ability and cultural accumulation to understand the specific role of a certain organ in the body, so in their eyes, these organs belonged to the same whole, and this whole was the body itself. In this conception, the heart is also the heart, and the lungs are also lungs, but the heart and the lungs operate in a complete system of organs, and when they are taken out alone, they are nothing but a mass of fresh meat. In this view, the distinctions within the body are blurred or even debaited. Primordial magic is based on this foundation.

In many myths, legends and even folk tales, ancient sorcerers are depicted as having no mortal weaknesses, their heads can be taken back even if they are cut off, their hearts can be pierced to survive, and even when the human body is destroyed to the point that it cannot function, they can escape the restraint of the body and continue to live in a metamorphosing way. This is the field of study of Dionysus, which is indistinguishable from the inside, without organs and without vital points. There is no difference between the outside and the outside, the body itself is not sacred, it can be transformed and changed with all things in nature, and only the independent spirit lives on in this circulation.

This is also the reason why Cheese and most spellcasters know a little about the study of Dionysus, but they can't get started with the Origin Spell, the basis of the Origin Spell is the exact definition that most mages emphasize, and the details are completely opposite, it is more biased towards those shamans or shamans who entrust themselves to the gods, seeking the unknowable in the unknowable. The subtle thing is that those who really don't think about it are like practicing Origin Magic, because Origin Magic is a recognized category of magic, with its own system and context, and simply treating things as a mess will only make you a fool.

"I didn't give up. I just learned to be flexible. Do you know how hesitant I am to get to this point? I have taken a different path than you, there is no reference, there is no standard, there is no right or wrong. Now that there's no one left, how do I know what I'm doing? How do I know what I'm after?" retorted to the face at the root, unable to see or hear emotion.

Cheese stared at the face for a moment, his eyes darkening, "So, you didn't believe your own research in the first place. You only use your research as part of the teacher's research, which is more out of the way. You don't believe in the world where there is no difference, there is no domination, you just believe in the teacher. When the teacher leaves, you can't keep yourself going, so you find yourself a new teacher. ”

"What's so bad about that? We can learn from any being, can we?"

"I've always felt like my coming-of-age trials were a joke. I've always wondered if I'm qualified to attach my own insignia to the gray robe. Now it seems that the trial was more useful than I had thought. ”