Osma's deliberate attempt to create an atmosphere was actually quite successful, especially with the soothing music, warm lighting, and the crackling fireplace, the whole study seemed extraordinarily comfortable and comfortable, and in it, I only felt extremely relaxed, without feeling any constraints. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But he didn't know that this effort was actually superfluous, and the man didn't care about these subtleties at all. One has experienced enough, and the mind naturally becomes stronger—or rather, more rigid.

The man leaned back, trying to sink his body into the soft couch covered with precious fur.

"If there was a cigarette, the style would be more harmonious......

Thinking wildly, he untied the broken sword that he had been carrying with him, pulled it out slightly, and gently stroked the inscription of the word "Xuan" on it.

"I'm not from this world. ”

The man said this clearly, and the expressions of the three audience members immediately changed.

"Even though we've long thought this is the most likely inference, it's still surprising and thrilling to get a definite affirmation from you. "I'm curious to see what kind of world it is." ”

"Sad world. "The moment before I came here, I was standing on the edge of a high mountain, on the edge of a cliff with no end in sight, and I knew that if a man fell from here, there was absolutely no hope of survival." Then I jumped and jumped down, and I was very decisive ......"

"Suicide?"

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes. Frank, in particular, couldn't connect the superhero of the wasteland who could kill the ancient stone worm alone with a loser who attempted suicide.

Just kidding! W-How is this possible!

"The person I love the most died because of me, and I feel like I should follow. ”

"It turned out to be a martyr. 」

The faces of the three changed again. Frank undoubtedly felt better.

"I thought that after jumping down, I would be able to catch up with my lover's footsteps so that she would not be lonely on the Huangquan Road. I never thought that after closing my eyes, I would come to another world. Heaven and man are eternally separated, this is the real eternal separation between heaven and man!"

Although the man's tone was calm, anyone could hear the endless and heavy pathos contained in it.

"I'm sorry, very sorry. Poignant love always makes people want to shed tears unconsciously. Sad people, please mourn. Osma stared at the man very seriously, "Do you want to know why you came to this world?"

"This, it's not appropriate!" Hearing this, Roche, who was sitting upright, immediately interjected, obviously trying to prevent this from happening.

The man was silent, as if he was indispensable, but the more he did this, the more Osma felt that he had to make it clear, and he pointed to his student and encouraged, "Frank, say it." ”

Frank nodded, and then recounted his experience in Icecrest Valley in great detail, not missing every detail.

Finally, Osma summed up for his students:

"All in all, it was a misfortune caused by a spell accident.

First encountering an invincible enemy, Frank had no choice but to use a spell that he had not fully mastered. Due to his incomplete memory, he had to rely on his imagination to fill in the gaps in the spell.

Who knew that this invented spell could actually have an effect, and as a result, a passage connecting the two worlds of you and me was born.

Originally, this was nothing, the size of the world and the smallness of the passage mouth were not at all the same level, and no one could predict, guarantee and determine where the passage mouth would appear. However, it just so happened that it happened to be at the bottom of that mountain, and you fell off the cliff and fell into this passage......"

After a pause, Osma sighed and continued:

"There are so many accidents and coincidences in this matter that I don't know what kind of words to use to make a fair evaluation. Fate, it's amazing......"

The man remained calm and couldn't see any mood swings. For him, the matter has come to this, and it doesn't matter at all to investigate the cause - and the cruel reality will not be reversed by the investigation of the cause - he is more concerned with another thing that he knows is extremely hopeless.

"Is there a way for me to return to my original world?"

"Unfortunately, no. Osma's answer was obviously not surprising, "Although it is theoretically possible to create an interdimensional passage between the two planes, allowing you to return to the original world in the same way as you came - this is how many top powerhouses travel to other planes, we call this kind of travel to the astral plane, oh, the original Otherworld's Gate is dedicated to this." However......"

With an apologetic smile, Osma picked up the cup again and took a sip.

"However, we don't know the dimensional dimensions of your world, we don't know at all, we don't have any clues! Without this important factor, the spatial passage cannot be established. A simple truth, everyone travels, there must always be a destination, with it, you will know which direction to go and what path to choose. Now, it's the opposite, where we stand at the starting point and don't know what the destination is.

Roaming without a destination is called wandering, not traveling.

Personally, I've been trying to find clues to your world, knowing that a strange world that can give birth to a strong man like you has a fatal attraction for mages who are known for their curiosity.

But failure is failure, and it exactly happens.

We tried to help Frank restore his memories and get him to recall the spell he had chanted that day in order to get clues from it, but it didn't work, and the result was disappointing, but it made sense. If you seem to know something about mages, you should know how casting spells can be a drain on a mage's mind and mind. Even a logically complete spell will have a blurred memory after it is released, not to mention the atypical spell that Frank chanted that day, which was only temporarily completed by imagination......."

The man couldn't listen to the more detailed explanations that followed, and he was in a trance, silently digesting the shock brought by the news.

Is it sad? It's a little, but it's not profound. Is he resentful? He has long believed that everything is secretly controlled by the inexplicable master, and he no longer resents specific people and things in the world.

Anyway, without Frank, there are others, and lo and behold, isn't there still Roch next to him? If one accident is not enough, then add another accident, and it does not hurt to string accidents together until the goal is achieved. The high ruler wants to let a poor ghost fall into the net of infinite streams, and there are not too many ways.

So, what kind of emotion is it?

There is longing, pleasure, and madness.

Needless to say, this thing is difficult to die for eternity. Pleasure, on the other hand, is the morbid pleasure of masochism after complete liberation. Finally, there is madness, which is an irrepressible desire to subvert the world, break out of the cage, break free from the shackles, and destroy everything!

Suddenly, the man felt that he was no longer a normal person, and he was still in the mood to analyze his heart frame by frame, which was really terrifyingly rational.

This must be a sign of complete madness, right?

The other three people here obviously had similar feelings, ordinary people should have lowered their heads and wept after hearing the terrible news of despair, even if they didn't cry, they should have lowered their heads and wept, or at least they had to sigh, and now, except for a pair of eyes that were almost empty in focus, there was no reaction to be found in this sad man.

Excessive grief?

"Sir, sir?" Rocchi leaned over to the man's side, calling out in quick succession, and finally pulled back the latter's thoughts, which he didn't know where he had drifted to.

The elder brother's face was a little complicated, and his sincerity was full of various elements such as melancholy and resoluteness, and he said to the man: "Whatever you say, Frank is the culprit of this tragedy, but I beg you not to blame him......"

"You're thinking too much. "I don't blame anyone, after all, Frank is just an accident of necessity." ”

"That's great. All the mixed expressions immediately faded from Roche's face, "I'm really worried that you're going to get Frank in trouble, especially after hearing your story." A man who is able to die for love, I don't know what crazy things he would do to defend what he holds dear. And, Frank says, you're more powerful than you think. ”

When the man heard this, he really went crazy, and laughed wildly, with strong remorse: "Powerful? A powerful guy who can't protect his lover? Hahahaha, he's a big joke! The biggest joke in the world!"

Lotch was dumbfounded, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, so he had to pull Frank along and apologize. The man quickly regained his composure, but the atmosphere in the rest room froze abruptly. The two brothers kept glancing at Archmage Osma.

The archmage slowly drank the last sip of the hot cocoa, squinted his eyes intoxicated, held the cup, licked his lips, and lingered on the aftertaste: "It tastes so good! At first I didn't understand why you said that this delicious hot cocoa was too sweet, but now I understand, because your heart is too bitter," he continued, putting down the cup, "more bitter than black coffee." ”

"A lot of people are happy to enjoy the bitterness of black coffee, but they will always be a niche, and if you want this drink to really become popular, popular, and have its unique charm, you have to add a certain amount of milk and sugar to it. Now you are the most bitter coffee bean, but bitterness is not all you have. Since things are irreparable, why not learn to turn the page of sadness and face the future. There are many things in life that are worth cherishing, make a little change, be brave enough to explore, and you can discover them. So, try adding some milk and sugar to your life. ”

"Is it possible?"

The man silently listened to Osma's reassurance, his eyes unconsciously looking into the void.

Looking at the man who was silent, Osma sighed and said, "I know it's not easy to let go of the past, take your time, time is always the best healing medicine." That's it, let's put aside all the uncomfortable topics for the time being, and let's discuss something else interesting. Oh, there's so much to talk about. First and foremost, about something that you have to face and deal with soon: you have to live in this world, and what you plan to do next. ”

"Of course it's with us!" the two brothers chimed in unison.

"Haha, that's what I'm proposing, too! With a powerful otherworldly master as a friend and neighbor, my safety and research will definitely benefit greatly. Especially the latter, if you reveal a little bit about your world, I will be able to make a series of papers that will stun the old men!ahahaha!" Archmage Osma is still wise, and he is unabashed about his purpose, and his honesty is more likely to win favor.

"There doesn't seem to be a better option. There was silence for a while, as if thinking, and finally, the man took the suggestion and chose to stay.

When the dust settled, the two brothers, who had got their wish, immediately slapped each other with joy. Then Frank moved to the man's side, and the monkey was anxious to start asking immediately: "Sir, what is that powerful spell that killed the ancient stone worm......?"

He suddenly bounced up like a spring, waving and clapping his palms, while imitating the words "Kanglong has regrets" in a strange tone, "It's the first time I've seen such a powerful and magical spell, I don't think I can eat without asking clearly!"

"Hmm!" Archmage Osma snorted unhappily, and with a wave of his hand, a huge blue glowing energy palm suddenly appeared around Frank, and he shook it violently, pressed it back to the original, and tightly restrained it, he said, "Impetuous! You kid can't get rid of this problem, and always focuses on those powerful spells that are out of reach, ignoring the consolidation of the foundation. If you continue like this, you won't be able to achieve anything!"

Frank struggled to break free of the blue palm and weakly apologized, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. ”

"Well," Osma nodded, in acceptance, and then turned to look at the man, "Just tell me quietly about that spell." ”

"It's so shameless!" Frank exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Teacher, what about your discipline?"

"For an old man, that thing is not worth much~!" Osma smiled, "By the way, there is one most important thing missing, look at this memory, this can be forgotten...... Distinguished guests from another world, until now, you have not officially introduced yourself. We don't even know what your name is?"

"Uh......" The man was stunned, and then finally couldn't help laughing, "Ye ......"

I just wanted to say my name, but suddenly I fell into deep thought.

"yes, what should I be called now?"

He found himself to be a name changer.

In his first life, he was an orphan, but he also had a name that came out of nowhere, Xu Yun. When he became an adult, he felt that it was too ordinary, so he changed it to Xu Buyun.

In the second life, he was supported by a baby, and he was very lucky to have a rich man as his father, surnamed Ye. It's just that the naming style of the local tyrant dad is very worthy of his identity, so his first name is called Ye Furong. After the age of 7, he forcibly changed his name to Ye Gucheng as a prodigy, and named the family industry that had expanded hundreds of times due to his own strength to the name of Baiyun City, calling himself the Lord of Baiyun City - this is the last memory of his original identity from an earthling from Huaxia who has traveled to the world of martial arts.

So, what about this third life?

Recalling the cold reality at the moment, the man's heart that had just relaxed became heavy again. Even irritability. He felt as if a frenzied flame was rising and roasting in his chest, not venting his unhappiness, and it was uncomfortable.

This is a precursor to going mad......

Forcibly suppressing himself, the man thought and thought, and suddenly remembered the aunt (Aunt Susanna) who shouted that the devil was running away.

"What is the name of your most wicked, insidious, cunning, ruthless, and depraved devil here?"

Stunned for a moment, Frank said without thinking: "Ah, the most evil, the most insidious, the most cunning, the most ruthless, the most depraved? Each of the lords of the nine layers of hell meets this criterion, which one do you want to ask? However, if the most frequent and widespread and feared activities in recent years have been the new devil lord who was unknown a hundred years ago, Saphius. His name, in some areas, is even a taboo, smelling and changing, can stop children from crying at night. His origin is unknown, and according to some unreliable rumors, he is described as the illegitimate son of Asmodeus, Lord of the Ninth Purgatory......"

"Good. The man interrupted Frank's rambling, "From now on, I'll be called Saphius." ”