"On my 20th birthday, I accidentally blew open the door to the spirit world with my own magic.

Until I was 20 years old, I was just an apprentice magician, and with a fairly solid family background, I traveled and practiced all over the world. Until one winter, when it was too cold to move, I stayed in the north and stayed there, and by chance, I used an extremely ingenious spatial magic to open a passage to the spirit realm.

That was just the beginning, because I didn't realize that the other side of magic was the outer layers of this world. Caution and caution made me subconsciously perceive the danger in it, and only the voice of my dead mother that faintly roared through me left a deep impression on me. I thought I had discovered heaven, not only for magic, but also for the soul. But in the beginning, I only focused on the magical aspects of it, and ignored the rest.

I was inspired by the occasional fluctuations of magic from the space connected by magic, and you should imagine how excited it would be for a devout apprentice to worship in front of the desire to learn, lie down in front of the magic every night to record the patterns of magic fluctuations, and then correspond to the texts and theories one by one, creating his own magic.

It was a long winter, and it was also a winter full of harvest.

It was only after that that Haython Lacazette turned off the magic of the spirit world and left the North to return to his native Nari that he really began to make a name for himself.

As a young man, I was more reckless than any genius, and I had done all the bad things you could imagine, even going with the old king (Godlin VIII, Elizabeth's grandfather) Damian and them to peek at the maids in the bath. He helped me write love letters, courted the lady I liked, and would come to comfort me after meeting me because of my bad words.

At that time, I had forgotten about the spiritual magic built in the north, because since I returned to Nari, the magic no longer worked, and I even thought that the frost phoenix in the north had appeared in front of me.

But as I grew older, as my best friends and loved ones passed away one by one, the flame burning in my heart, who was over half a hundred years old, began to fade. You are still young and do not know that the desire in your heart sometimes becomes weaker with age, or rather, it does not become weak, but only becomes scarce.

When I was young, my sexual desires and appetites had all waned, and at that time, apart from the love for my children and the prayer for peace, I was left with only a burning curiosity, a curiosity about truth, and a curiosity about magic.

Naturally, I was reminded once again of the magic I had inadvertently carved in the North when I was younger, and of the world on the other side of the magic

A terrible thought crossed my mind: why didn't I go into it when I was so powerful?

Yes, at that time, a human magician who had mastered the magic of the Fourteenth Ring had such an idea, which was really a bit unbelievable. Of course, that's all for later, because I was still ready to head to the North, where I embarked on a rather thrilling adventure.

There I saw many mysteries unimaginable to man, made many friends that I will never forget, and of course encountered dangers and curses that threatened my life.

Do you remember the soul magic that you showed me when you first came back from the Southern Continent, when my soul left my body and never came back, and the old thing of Damian thought I was dead, but I was able to come back to life thanks to a resurrection magic.

I'm afraid you think that I am too old for the attraction of the body to the soul to weaken and the soul to leave the body, but in fact it is entirely because I have entered the spirit realm, causing the sea of souls to record my breath before I die, which is why it was so eager to take me away at that time

And during my long spiritual journey, I spent most of my time with the stars, with whom I forged deep friendships, and with whom I faced a common enemy.

My disciple, perhaps you already know something about that scarlet strange being in the spirit realm, for I have only just learned that you are in the North as I write this, and that Elizabeth is furious that you are in the company of a woman there.

You may already know that the Crimson Being is an unconscious deity, or that He is trying to enter this world through the legacy of the ancient Phoenix, but you must not know why He is so obsessed with entering this world.

He was a soulless deity with no authority, and His sole purpose in coming into reality was to search for His long-lost soul. ”

"Big Brother, Big Brother"

"Mr. Haytham?"

Fisher opened her eyes in a daze, but saw little Alicia standing next to her looking around, as if looking for Fisher's figure, but it was clear that he was sleeping in front of her, but she couldn't find it because of the secret blessing.

It was at this moment that Fisher came back from his rare slumber, and he quickly sat up, and rolled to the ground with Emhart, who was still sleeping, lying on his chest, and the notes left by Mr. Haytham who had not finished reading last night.

"Oops!"

"Mr. Shu, you appeared, where is the big brother? Is he still resting, you need to wake him up quickly, the funeral over there seems to be about to begin."

Fisher rubbed his eyebrows and turned his head to look outside the cabin, it was just dawn outside, but it was very close to the time originally arranged for the funeral, he quickly stood up and said to Emhart,

"You tell her, we'll go now."

"Hey, that's a nuisance."

Emhardt relayed Fisher's words to her, Alicia nodded, and ran around the room again, such as going to the closet next to her to find a change of clothes, her movements were quick, and she didn't seem to be the one who needed to be taken care of on a daily basis, and after confirming all this, Fisher walked out of the room and left her privacy to her little bit.

In the distance, there was a commotion in the city of Chitel, which had barely even dawned, and it was clear that those who had arrived here the night before had begun to pour into the funeral venue.

As Haytham's nominally adopted granddaughter, even though Willelli herself did not like her presence, the servants still came here to find her according to their duty, and took her to the funeral to see Haytham for the last time, and the rest of the matter was not up to them.

While Fisher was waiting, the shouts of the servants were heard from the morning forest not far away,

"Miss Alicia, are you in the house?"

"Everybody's waiting for you, if you hear."

"Click."

The door behind her opened, and Alicia had changed into a decent little black dress, but the hair ornament on her head was a little messy, and it seemed that although she was able to change her clothes by herself, she still couldn't tie her hair properly.

Her face was still faint, but she was still a little cramped, as if she was overwhelmed by the upcoming funeral or the servants who had come to look for her.

Perhaps after Haythal's death, the granddaughter he had been raising had only thought about being eaten by Fisher when she saw her, but now that Fisher had stopped doing so, her mind was left blank.

"Big brother, I. What am I going to do? ”

She couldn't see Fisher, so she asked Emhart, who was floating in mid-air.

And Fisher glanced at Emhart, thought for a moment, and said to him,

"Emhat, stay with Alicia for the time being, I'll be with you all the time. At least until the funeral is over, try not to attract too much attention. ”

"Okay. Let's go, little one, he'll be next to us. ”

"Hmm"

Alicia pursed her lips, she moved her steps in the direction of the servants shouting, and was about to say "I'm here" when she suddenly felt a slight change in the hair ornament on her head.

She reached out and touched her hair in a daze, and sure enough, the hairstyle she had clumsily tied up there had become neat, and on her head, Fisher, who had been secretly blessed, had just withdrawn her hand, thinking that she would have to wait a while to find out, but in the next moment, her voice suddenly came,

"Thanks, big brother."

"No thanks."

Fisher spoke, and Emhart yawned before she could relay it to him, and she didn't know if she heard it, but after that, she walked in the direction of the voice not far away.

"Ah, miss, have you already changed your clothes?"

"It's already going to start over there, and we forgot to tell you yesterday to stay in the magic tower and not come back."

"Sorry for the trouble."

When the two servants who came to look for her, they didn't say anything else when they found Alicia, but hurriedly led her in the direction of the magic tower, which was actually not far from the magic tower, because the location of the magic tower was already close to the outskirts of Chitl City.

As Fisher followed Alicia out of the forest, he saw magical banners fluttering in the morning light, soaring from the ground into the sky. The cardinals in charge of surveillance flew everywhere, and outside the church, the guards of Chitl City were maintaining order in the outfield.

"Everyone, please place the offerings in an orderly manner, and please don't crowd!"

"Buzz!"

The orchestra's flutes, horns, tuba and other instruments were already being tuned, and the huge gold ornament above the hall and Haytham were soon in Fisher's eyes, and before he could take a second look at the magic tower, the whispers of the servants around him suddenly drew his attention closer.

"It's the cursed Alicia who has returned."

"Didn't Miss Valely not even want to see her again, why did she call her back? Did my uncle do this? ”

"Anyway, she's also Lord Haytham's adopted child, and this is his funeral, so she should come too, right?"

"There will only be our Miss Villely here, and of course everything will have to be Miss Villeley."

Fisher looked around, the former teacher Haytham actually didn't need a servant, this was his hometown, and he didn't need it if he didn't come back for a long time. These servants were all hired by Miss Villely after she got married, and theoretically Haltham came back after retirement to rely on his granddaughter to take care of her, and Veléli was the real owner of the place today.

It had essentially become the home of Villeley and her husband since Hairthal's death, and seemed to have nothing to do with Alicia.

Alicia pursed her lips, she held Emhart in her arms with her eyes closed and disguised as a book, but she was still uncomfortable, so she had to look around, but she still couldn't see Fisher.

But the next moment, it was as if a big hand was on her head, and like the wind and the grandfather who had not yet died, it touched her, and made her settle down a little.

She seemed to suddenly be a little aware of the presence of Fisher next to her.

"Since you're here, let's go to the church quickly, it's ready to be there, Your Majesty is estimated to be coming, my aunt and young lady have been there for a long time, we better hurry."

"Miss Alicia, please come this way."

The funeral rites of the Mother Goddess have always had the custom of giving funerals, and I remember that when Fisher and Emhart went to the cathedral of St. Nari, there were many letters and objects burned for the deceased; And Schwali is even more popular in this regard, and their people are very fond of giving gifts to their families at funerals to express their condolences with gifts that can be kept, and this custom even reversely affected Nari, who did not have this custom a hundred years ago, so that people still do this when they hold funerals today.

As Alicia arrived late, the guests of the various dignitaries were already seated, followed by various gifts prepared for Valely by their servants. These gifts are carried by one or two servants, and are topped by offerings from the Mother Shrine, with words written on the giver, the object of condolences, and some gifts.

Alicia and her servants had to follow the gift-giving cart into the church to attend the funeral, and after all the gifts were in it, before the funeral began, the most prominent queen in the kingdom would drive the chariot from the outfield to the church in the infield to attend the funeral

Fisher followed in the center of the convoy, looking at the church that was gradually enlarging in front of him, and at the same time thinking back to the notes of Mr. Haytham that he had read last night, and he couldn't help but have some mixed feelings.

It's just that in the reflection of last night's content and the nostalgia for the teacher, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

He didn't know where this ominous premonition came from, until the next moment, his afterglow suddenly swept to Alicia and the words attached to the gift cart in front of him,

"The North, Herdor Turan, to the great magician Haytham Lacazette and his family."

"With sincere respect and regret, let us remember the passing of a great man."

Herdol?

Wait, isn't this Valentina's teacher?

How could this appear his gift, he wasn't long ago.

But his surprise had not yet fully penetrated his heart, and the next moment, under that line of words, there was another line of words that made his scalp a little numb, and it had crashed into his eyes, which read,

"North, Valentina, to Fisher Benavides' sad predecessor, Elizabeth Godling"

"You must be wondering who the phoenix who claimed to be Fisher's wife in the letter is the real thing, right? Or is it that Fisher didn't plan to tell you about his marriage to this miscellaneous fish as an ex? ”

What's that?

Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and even though he was now wrapped in a secret blessing, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

You know, the blessing of Azanrose can prevent the gaze and power of the gods of chaos, but it cannot protect against the swords of close people.

And what was sent in front of him was not a gift for Mr. Haytham at all, but a powder keg that could blow him up to the sky!!

However, how did Valentina send such a thing here, could it be a slime?

But didn't Korken already say that slimes can't enter Nari anymore?

Fisher pursed his lips, before he could react, not far away, a loud horn had sounded, and a wave of golden-colored fluctuations drove the people to shout and tsunami, and they shouted,

"It's Her Majesty Elizabeth!! It's Your Majesty coming!! ”

"Boom!"

What's worse than lying on a huge yield of explosives?

At this moment, of course, the spark that ignited the gunpowder was already close at hand!

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