Hearing Lien's words on the side, George, who was silently carving, glanced at Lien's workbench indifferently.

But after just one glance, he had to stop what he was doing.

With an extremely complicated look, he looked at Lane, who was hammering the carving knife one by one.

Stone chips fall slowly from the stone like a curly flower, and although in some places it is still immature and cautious, George can see that everything is different.

At this time, Li En did not show the speed at which he became famous, just like an apprentice who had just come into contact with carving, slowly working towards the stone with a hammer and a knife.

In the eyes of George, who was only one step away from the master, Lane at this time was already a real sculptor.

The stone in front of him was no longer a cold stone sculpture, but a prototype of a work that was pregnant with a trace of peculiar vitality.

"Is there really a genius in this world?"

Even if he re-invested in his own carving process, the future god of carving also had a trace of doubt in his heart that could not be easily put down.

But if Jones, who was hiding behind Lane at the moment, heard this doubt, he might have told the future god of carving a malicious laugh.

Maybe there really is such an unreasonable existence as a genius in this world, but it is definitely not for Lane.

And it doesn't need to, because for him, as long as he has enough magic, he will definitely get enough power to crush all geniuses in the pocket watch of everything.

......

Of course......

It's just a spooky statement......

Even Jones himself couldn't have exchanged a new power for Rien out of thin air.

Time, effort, or luck at the crucial moment.

And most importantly, Lane's determination to never give up.

Besides. All Jones can do for Lane is to create more and more opportunities for him, so that he can have the opportunity to grasp opportunities that ordinary people may only encounter once in a lifetime.

This time...... Actually, it's the same.

When Lane was almost immersed in the fear of failure.

Jones pulled Lane's consciousness directly into the pocket watch, and then threw it into Lamb Fergus's memory illusion once again without saying a word.

Only this time Dawn was not possessed by Lamb Fergus, but floated in mid-air like a ghost.

And the elven sword master was not carving anything, but conducting daily swordsmanship training in a piece of morning sun.

But the Lamb Fergus in front of him was obviously different from the one he encountered last time Riene, at least after the other party repeated the sword swinging the long sword for the third time and performing Riene's familiar swordsmanship.

Rien was sure that the Lamb in front of him at the moment was just an illusion of existence and the distant past, and could not communicate with him in any way.

"Jones, what do you want me to see?"

Lane certainly knew that Jones must have had his own intentions in putting himself into this illusion at such a critical moment.

But helplessly, no matter how long Lane watched it, this phantom of Lamb Fergus was still just a set of fixed swordsmanship training repeated again and again.

It seems to be forever tireless.

It also seems to never stop.

But gradually, I don't know if I've watched it a hundred times, or two hundred times, or even when the number of times is no longer important.

Rien felt that he had already seen something in his eyes that he hadn't noticed before.

Something that wasn't originally part of swordsmanship.

The warm wind that surrounds the sword as it dances.

An invisible blade that flew out along the slash.

The leaves that fell from the branches of the trees in the distance with the sword momentum.

There are also scratches on the trunks and on the ground.

Originally, none of this was seen by Li En, but hundreds of times the same picture kept appearing, and no matter how subtle the details were, they would inadvertently magnify in the field of vision.

And as long as one of them is discovered, the rest will appear naturally like spring breeze, summer rain, autumn leaves, and winter snow.

"Swordsmanship...... Even if it is revealed in a harmless manner, it still can't hide the terrible and hideous lethality. ”

No matter how nice it sounds, swordsmanship is still an art of killing, allowing blades to slice through the bodies of enemies and end more deaths with death.

What the warrior carries on his back is always a painful road full of blood.

"The bearer of the sword dies by the sword. ”

This is a truth that every mercenary knows very well.

Seeing this, Rien finally began to faintly feel Jones's intention to throw himself into this fantasy world, but the ensuing confusion made him confused again.

If only to let yourself see these ......

So what help is it for that duel outside.

Just after Rien let out such an exclamation, the whole illusion began to change under his nose.

Lamb, who had been standing in the distance to practice swordsmanship, smiled at him as if he had seen Lane.

He plunged the long sword in his hand into the ground beside him, but he disappeared without a trace in the morning light of the sun like an illusory bubble.

Then everything changed.

The rising sun and the starry sky quickly alternated in front of Riene's eyes.

Winds and rainstorms come and go.

The platform where Lamb practiced his sword was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and eventually turned into fertile dirt.

The trees on the side continued to grow, but they died in thunderstorms and strong winds.

Rayne's eyes seemed to be covered in a hazy mist, and everything gradually became indistinguishable in his eyes.

But the sword that Lamb had stuck in the ground had been like a beacon in a storm.

Clear and bright.

The steel fitness still did not have the slightest rust in the storm, but the waxy white veins seemed to grow out of the sword body.

And as if he could breathe, after each blink of an eye, it covered more places on the sword's body.

By the time Rien noticed it again, a waxy white oak tree had stood like a straight sword.

"Is this the life that comes out of that sword?"

Looking at the oak tree in front of him, Riene's heart seemed to feel something that made him feel suddenly enlightened.

"Is guardianship itself a form of life?"

The hazy feeling could not last, and it could not even make Li En think more deeply, but the picture in front of him had already deeply imprinted his mind.

And when he came to his senses again, he was already standing on the familiar duel field.

Holding a stone hammer and a carving knife in his hand, he saw the beautiful aristocratic girl in front of him.

"I want to ...... I also see that soul. ”