Ashmida looked at the book in his hand, the old cover looked very old, and the book was chained, making it mysterious. Ashmida placed the book in front of him, then stumbled down and began to meditate, immersing his spirit in the book.

"Is this the inside of the book?" Ashmida felt that he appeared in a space for a moment, and this space was full of chains and weeping and mourning.

"It's really an evil sect here! No wonder Galley is in such bad health. Ashmida felt that the chains seemed to extend towards one place, and Ashmida walked along the chains, and after walking for a while, he found that the chains were all locked on a girl, and Ashmida walked up to the girl and looked at it, the girl had beautiful long silver hair, a beautiful face, like an angel, and the fly in the ointment was that the girl's eyes were always closed, and she was still crying.

"You are?" Ashmida reached out and stroked the girl's face, wiped away the girl's tears, and asked gently.

"......" The girl opened her real red eyes, her eyes were full of pain, and her mouth opened as if to say something.

"What did you say?!" Ashmida was just about to attach his ears when he found that his spirit body was suddenly excluded from the books.

"Looks like a bit of a problem!" Ashmida looked at the book with some solemnity, he was very puzzled why the girl in that space was chained, it seemed that there was a hidden secret. Ashmida sensed the surroundings and found that it was already six o'clock in the morning.

"I didn't expect that it has only been in such a mental space for a short time, and it is already morning, so I have to hurry up and make breakfast and bento for the wind!" Ashmida quickly ran to the kitchen, tinkered with the utensils, and began to make bento boxes and breakfast for the wind.

"Woo~ Xiao, you got up so early~" An hour later, the wind was sleepy-eyed and rubbed his eyes in his pajamas and pushed the wheelchair out, and he smiled happily when he saw Ashmida busy.

"Hurry, go wash up! I've made breakfast and I'm making a nutritious bento for you! Ashmida smiled softly and urged the wind to wash, and sighed as he looked at the back of the wind pushing the wheelchair, and secretly decided in his heart that he must let the wind recover his legs, so that the wind can run and play like a normal person.

After sending the wind to school, Ashmida went to work in the green house, just like yesterday's scene, the green house was full again during the lunch break, it seemed that those customers from yesterday told their friends that there were very eye-catching exotic beautiful men to watch, plus the cake in the green house was indeed very good, so the customer flow was twice as high as yesterday, and Shirou and Peach were tired enough, and Ashmida's physical strength was already inhuman, so he said that there was no pressure. Eventually, Shirou transferred Ashmida into the kitchen and left him to keep a note, which made the craze subside a little. In the afternoon, Ashmida went to pick up Storm and Naye from school, occasionally rubbed Alyssa's cheeks, was blackened by Suzuka's belly, teased Naba, poked Wind's forehead, occasionally went to Takamachi's house for dinner, and at night when Storm fell asleep, he took out the mysterious book and immersed himself in it, hoping to communicate with the girl. Although it was only Ashmida who was talking about it, the girl listened again, but looking at the girl's appearance, she was very happy that someone could talk to her, and Ashmida also explained the situation of the wind to the girl, and the girl seemed very depressed, as if there was nothing she could do about it, but the wind's body gradually improved. Every day is so beautiful, compared to life in the Sanctuary, I really feel that peace is the highest. Ashmida's every day is so dull.

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After a year of ordinary life, one night, when Ashmida was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks after dinner, he suddenly felt that dozens of powerful energy sources had descended on this world, and he felt that although one of these dozens of energies was not too big, the gathering of more than two could be comparable to Athena's amazement.

"Blast, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back later." Ashmida frowned, turned his head and said with a smile to the wind who was watching TV.

"Huh?! It's so late, what are you doing out, Xiaoah? Hurricane shifted his attention from the TV to Ashmida, and wondered why Ashmida wanted to go out, it was already past 8 p.m.

"It's nothing, it must be that I feel wrong! But something good can happen. Maybe it's a good thing, and it can cure you of the wind. Ashmida replied with a smile, remembering the energy he had just sensed, in the past year, he had discovered that the strange book actually needed energy, but it could only absorb it from the wind, and the magic on the wind's body was weak and pitiful, so it began to absorb the wind's life force, so it would cause the wind to be paralyzed. As long as enough energy can be absorbed, the books will no longer absorb the vitality of the blast, and the disease of the blast will naturally recover.

"Huh! Is it true!! But it's not dangerous, is it? Hurricane exclaimed in surprise, then looked at Ashmida with a worried expression.

"Don't worry! I'm Virgo Ashmida! The first person in the holy war to comprehend the eighth sense! Ashmida's self-confidence dispelled Wind's fears.

"Huh! Also! I'm such a fool, but even if you're strong, be careful! The wind stuck out his tongue and knocked his little head to sell cuteness.

"Don't worry! I'll be back soon! Ashmida poked Wind's forehead dotingly, which had become his habitual action, and he liked to poke Wind's forehead the most this year, rubbing Alyssa's cheeks, knocking Naye's chestnuts, and touching Suzuka's head.

"Pain~~" The wind covered his forehead and habitually sold cuteness.

"Then I'm out of the house!" Ashmida smiled and ignored the wind's cuteness, and walked to the door to put on his shoes.

"Come back early~~" Hurricane looked at Ashmida with a reluctant expression. Is this kind of conversation really a big husband? No matter how you look at it, it's like a conversation between husband and wife!

After going out, Ashmida walked to a no-man's corner, sensed where the nearest energy source was, and quickly rushed there. Originally, Ashmida wanted to use teleportation, but teleportation was of course no pressure on him during his lifetime, but after becoming a Heroic Spirit, his strength was suppressed by the wind. Usually he can rely on meditation to maintain his own storage zài, but if he moves casually like he did in the battle before his death, it will consume a lot of magic power to maintain his storage zài, so he can not use it now.