Angered by Shattering's question, Cross stood up and reached for the elf's collar, but the elf moved faster than he did. www.biquge.info Before Cross's hands could reach him, the elf had already drawn the sword at his waist and placed it around his neck.

"Get your dirty hands off the way!" Shattered Star Arrow said with a grim expression.

Cross glanced at the sharp-edged elven sword, then sat back on the edge of the bed with a sneer.

"I'm really dirty. ”

He looked back at Lerichi, who was still asleep, and then pointed to his one-eyed and said to the elf, "But my eyes are not, and I can see a person clearly!"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and Shattered Star Arrow looked at him with a blank face, as if waiting for his next step. This scene made Cross feel a little ridiculous, could it be that this elf didn't understand the meaning of his words? He judged and knew the wizard behind him by his eyes! Not by any imagination! Not by his bed!

After a few more moments, the silence in the room finally exhausted the patience of the Shattered Star Arrow, and he withdrew the elven sword with a proud expression, and then sneered, "You have nothing else to say?"

Cross frowned, and the elf's words sounded like he was laughing at him for being.

"You say you judge a person by your eyes, but what about just now?" Shattered Star Arrow threw two more questions.

"I did reveal that Rirzy has an agreement with the Golden Grove, but you don't seem to be literate. ”

This sentence made Cross completely stunned. How did he turn his face with the elves before? He said that the reason why Lyric was so desperate was just to get the potion of the Golden Forest. Does this conclusion have anything to do with what you saw with your own eyes? No. He simply listened to the elves and hastily put Rirezi on trial.

Damn, what the hell is this elf trying to do? Why is he misleading himself? And why is it all about it?

Shattered Star Arrow shook his head suddenly.

"Looks like you don't even know Rirez. He turned and stepped out of the room.

Cross looked at the suddenly vacant place by the door, stunned for a moment, and then chased after him.

"What the hell do you mean?" he yelled at the Shattered Star Arrow.

"Are you fooling me? You want to know who Ririzzi is working for?"

The Shattered Star Arrow's footsteps paused slightly for the second question.

"I don't have to answer you. Without looking back, he walked towards the entrance of the village.

The late autumn evening breeze carries a chill to the bone. Cross stood in the wind for a few moments, until the cold extinguished the resentment in his heart, and he returned to the house in a state of disappointment. He lit an oil lamp resting by the window, and the flames the size of beans painted the room with a warm color. He looked into the bed by the bright light, and saw that Rillez was still unconscious. This image made Cross feel both reassuring and regretful. What wizard could be as defenseless as he was?

Cross involuntarily reached out his hand to Rillez, but before he could touch him, he pressed it to his forehead.

Broken Star Arrow's merciless sarcasm hurt him, and he began to reminisce about the past, trying to piece together the real Rirrich through his memory, a process that slowed down by putting aside all hearsay.

Slowly, several events came back to Cross's memory - Lirezzi had incited the villagers of the night owls to storm the prison in order to get Aura to accept the nightingale's cry, Lirezzi paid the doctor Lanzat for his death in order to convince himself to help him, Lirezzi did not hesitate to drag down his opponents with the lives of the weak in order to prevent the peregrine falcon from devouring the nightingale, and then he banished himself to the underground prison because of his omission.

"Who the hell are you working for? Why don't I understand you more and more? Cross furrowed his brow in exhaustion.

He remembered asking him this question himself, and at that time, Lirizzi only gave him one word.

"Oblivion. Cross pronounced the word with a wry smile.

Before he knew it, heavy tiredness brought him into a dream. All at once he went back in time, a teenage ghost, and back to that all-too-familiar house......

In the doctor's room, where herbs were hung everywhere, Cross was sitting upside down in a chair. His hands and chin rested on the back of his chair, and his eyes rolled with interest with the doctor in front of him. The physician he was staring at was initially oblivious to the imp. After a while, the doctor looked at the sky, finally put down the medicine bowl and sighed, "It's all this time, you should go back too, right?"

"Tell me a story, Lanzart, and I'll promise to leave right away. Cross's eyes flickered, and it seemed like if you rejected me, I'd be in trouble.

"Alright, alright!" Lanzat was defeated by the imp. He walked to the bookshelf and muttered as he picked up the book, "Teach you to read, but you don't learn, I have to tell you." ”

"Why don't I read you the story of the Three Sages of Creation this time?" he asked.

"Okay. Cross smiled expectantly.

After a while, Lanzat sat down on the bed opposite Cross with his book in hand. Cross watched him in detail, only to see the doctor wet his fingers with his spittle, and then turn the pages of the book.

"Long before the birth of the world in which we lived, there were three sages. One of the three sages is named Creation and the other is called Annihilation. Two sages ......"

"Wait a minute!" Cross interrupted Lanzart's reading with a sudden remark.

"What's wrong?"

"You just said the three sages of creation, but you only said the names of the two sages. And what about the other one?" asked Cross, puzzled.

"Uh......" Lanzat flipped through the books.

"The name of this sage is not mentioned. Oh no...... The book says the name of this sage has been forgotten?"

"Forgot, forgot?"

"Oblivion. ”

A response from the depths of memory dragged Cross out of the dream. He looked up in some shock, only to find himself asleep on the edge of the bed. At this moment, the oil lamp resting by the window had been extinguished because the wick had burned out. Luckily, moonlight came in through the window, so it was dark but not hard to see. Cross looked at Rillezie again by the moonlight that shone into the room, but he didn't expect Rirrich to be looking at him with his eyes open.

"I just had a dream. Cross said half-jokingly.

"I dreamed that someone told me that one of the three sages of creation was called oblivion. You seem to have mentioned 'forgetting' before, but the two are certainly not the same thing, right?"

After a brief silence, Lirezzi spoke. His voice was hoarse and soft, but because he only spoke a few words, Cross was able to understand what he was trying to say.

"It's the same thing. Lirezzi replied.