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Lynch, who had no choice, could only take Lily and Perrisius to the nearest town here.

Lily's mood doesn't seem to be very good now, but she has been silently tugging at the corner of Lynch's clothes and following him closely, quite a bit of "I will follow you wherever you go, it doesn't matter where you go" A feeling of self-abandonment.

This is also normal, a teenage child has been spoiled by his father and mother since he was a child, but in a short period of time he has to accept the fact that his parents have left him, which no one can bear.

Lynch doesn't think that his status in the girl's mind is much higher than her father's, this is completely, so he won't try to forcibly comfort the other party, this kind of thing is still good for time to gradually dilute everything.

The three of them walked on a country road that looked like they had been stepped on, flanked by fields that looked like wheat fields, and these tall golden plants showed their vitality in the sunlight, and the fruits at the tips were heavy and gently swayed by the breeze.

It's probably almost ripe. Lynch's keen sense of smell could smell the faint smell of grain on both sides of the road.

It's a sight the folks of the City of Fire have never seen before.

"Hey," Lynch stopped, feeling the girl behind him hit him, obviously a little absent-minded, he smiled, put (tossed) the bewildered little fart to the ground, and then touched the girl's head and said to her, "Don't keep your head down, look at the surrounding scenery, you should have never seen this before." ”

"The view?" Lily looked up with red eyes, looking in the direction Lynch was pointing at the grunt of a child on the side. When the sun shines, the scenery looks like a wheat field. Lynch, on the other hand, was staring at the little girl, looking at the reflection in her red eyes.

The word "view" is rarely used by the people of the City of Fire, and perhaps this is why Lily is a little sluggish when Lynch utters the word, which was once really not used.

Lynch looked at the little girl's stunned cute appearance and couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead.

Then when the little girl reacted, blushing and shy, Lynch didn't have time to do anything more, such as comforting the girl for two sentences and then talking about chicken soup for the soul, or directly giving the little girl a romantic French kiss to soothe her lost and wounded heart, and a guy dressed the same as them suddenly appeared in the wheat field on their side.

This creature seemed to be lying in the ground, completely covering his body with a whole field of abundant and dense crops, and then he fell asleep, or used some kind of talent to hide himself silently, and in short, Lynch and Lily, two people who had no sense at all, were completely unaware of his existence.

"Hey," Lynch, who was interrupted, was a little upset, but still politely greeted the guy who sat up, "Do you want to rest here?"

The guy was still wearing his hood, hiding himself in the shadow of the hood, and wasn't very interested in talking to Lynch, so Lynch had no way of identifying who he was.

But he faintly smelled the smell of blood on this guy.

There is only one town in the vicinity of this area, and the possessed are placed near it. Lynch hadn't been to that place, so he wasn't sure if the possessed were allowed to roam the area freely and do anything else.

But it doesn't have much to do with him.

Lynch patted Lily, who seemed to be in a better mood, then grabbed the wah-wah-wah, and said something incoherently, probably scolding his child, and continued down the trail in the direction of the town.

......

In one of the huts in the tower, the old woman, who was a little annoying in her appearance, was still stirring the vat in front of her, and the magma-like pool of soup bubbled under the black flames below, and the foul smell came from shattering.

"It looks like it's going to take a while...... "Mion muttered to himself, getting out of the chair on tiptoe and staggering to a table.

On the table was a heavy book, the cover of which looked as if it had been made of human skin, crudely sewn with needles and threads.

The book is uneven, but a closer look reveals that it is a human face. The face looked at Mion who was walking towards it, and the expression on his face was full of resistance.

Reading this book, Mion's mind couldn't help but return to the day when the Lord of Darkness descended on Thras.

As a parliamentarian who is at odds with Lycleles, although she is not weaker than the other party in terms of strength, she does not have many henchmen.

Compared to the crowd gathered around Lick, Mion was just standing some distance from the center of the wasteland with one of the other three guys, one tall and one short.

At this time, above the barrier, the dark lord has already shown its body under the illumination of the ball of light, its octopus-like body spreads out its tentacles, adsorbed on the barrier, and the originally dense suckers on the tentacles have also turned into large and small eyes at this time, turning, as if looking for something.

"You don't have to follow me. Mion said, at that time she was still young and beautiful, and her voice was like a normal girl, completely incompatible with the ugly skin of the old lady now: "It's useless, you can't stop me." ”

"You don't have to believe in your prophecy, Mion," the guy was dressed like a Night's Watch in the City of Fire, as if he was trying to persuade Mion, "No one can accurately predict the future, and my lord has said that the future is unknown, and there are countless undercurrents in the long river of time, and these undercurrents will interact with each other at any time, and change-"

"Stop trying to persuade me with your ridiculous ideas, I know what you're thinking. Mion just said, looking at the gigantic monster above.

That's power.

"The river of fate cannot only be interfered with by you, who are in and out of the legend, it has its own fixed flow" she said, as she looked at all the chaotic eyes above her and suddenly stopped, and looked at her position together: "Look, Lloris," Mion smiled happily as he watched as an eye slowly squeezed down from the tentacles, passed through the barrier, and landed in her place: "The Speaker's prediction is not wrong, it will give me a gift, and I will accept it." ”

The huge eyeballs begin to deform, compress, and become a heavy book before falling to the ground.

"Then I will continue as the Speaker prophesied. ”

"You know the consequences. Loris said in a deep voice, watching the Dark Lord on the barrier begin to shrink his body, close his eyes, and disappear into the black mist, leaving here, he still has to hurry: "You are heading for self-destruction. ”

"I won't," Mion replied, picking up the wailing book on the ground and turning to look at Lorris, "You're not going to watch me doom, are you?"

“...... Right. ”

Loris likes her.

The mages are still in the throes of the arrival and departure of the Lord of Darkness, and the ordinary people here are completely unaware of what has just happened here.