The snow covered everything with a quilt, and the naughty boy ran wantonly with firecrackers in his hands, and mischievously stepped on the frozen water, and was slipped until he fell on his heels, and he only smiled and did not cry out in pain.

The bus was driving on the bumpy and slippery road, and Roger held his cheeks and silently stared out the window.

The familiar big willow tree at the entrance of the village, the small river meandering around, and the earthen building that has been abandoned for many years and rumored to be haunted, the big iron gate of the village committee has been stolen again, and the quotations of Chairman Mao painted on the wall are mottled and mottled, presumably only when the city leaders inspect it.

The car stopped, the rear door creaked open, and a cold wind blew in.

Roger cocked his collar, put on his gloves, and pulled his suitcase out of the car.

The tires slid a few laps on the icy ground and staggered away.

Roger looked up at the clear sky, a smile on his lips.

Smoke rises from the chimneys of each house, and the aroma of the food arouses the taste buds, and Roger uses his nose to analyze what delicious food the aroma comes from.

Along the way, the naughty boy was called home by his mother to eat, and the man who was not addicted to cards said goodbye, and agreed to continue the fight after dinner, but he didn't know that his wife had pinched his waist and stood at the door, staring at his man fiercely, and the child hid behind his mother and made a grimace at his father.

Warm and harmonious, fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming.

There was a crackling, and there were children hiding in the door and throwing cannonballs outside, looking scared and excited at the same time.

Roger remembered that when he was a child, he followed a group of big brothers and sisters, hunting birds, setting off firecrackers, jumping houses, kicking shuttlecocks, and remembering that he once again set fire to the neighbors and made his father beat him fat.

I haven't been home in over a year... Roger touched his chest, there was a jade bodhisattva necklace that was not valuable, there was a rich second generation in the university dormitory, he laughed at his necklace was a stall, it was a fake jade, and it would fade after wearing it for a long time.

"Really, fakely, does it matter?" That's what my mother bought with a lot of money, and that's enough.

The door was getting closer and closer, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster, and Roger pulled his suitcase and came to the door.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The familiar barking of the dog sounded, and the big yellow dog ran merrily with its tail wagging its tail, and it shook its head as if it was drunk.

Roger let go of the suitcase, squatted on the ground dotingly, scratched the neck of the big yellow dog, and smiled from ear to ear.

There was the sound of footsteps in the main house of the small courtyard, and a middle-aged woman with a fortune was wearing a cheap down jacket, with pieces of white flour on her hands, face, and body.

"Mom." Roger saw the woman, his eyes were a little moist, and he shouted softly.

"Hey." The woman hurriedly wiped it on her body, "Come in, it's cold outside, the stove is hot, come in and warm up." ”

Roger smiled and nodded, pulled his suitcase, and walked into the main house with the big yellow dog that kept jumping up beside him.

"Where's Dad?" Roger looked left and right, confused.

"Your dad heard that you came back today and made your favorite sweet and sour carp, and he was busy in the kitchen." Mother took the suitcase and pulled it with great effort, "It's quite heavy." ”

Roger took it with a smile, "I'd better do it." ”

"You haven't been home for a year, and your dad won't let me call you, saying I'm worrying." The mother chattered, turned on the stove, and filled it with a few pieces of coal.

Roger listened quietly, his heart warmed, he hadn't listened to his mother's nagging for a while, and he thought about it.

At this moment, the main door opened, and a man walked in.

Roger immediately ran over with a smile on his face, "Dad, I'll come back..."

The man took off his silk top hat, his dazzling blonde hair was stained with a few snowflakes, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose, "Welcome home, my dear child..."

.....

Liam awoke suddenly, and the darkness embraced him.

The Daredevil Eye was activated silently, and its vision quickly became clear.

The wind-blown windows creaked, tables and chairs toppled aside, the ground in front of them was pitted with corrosion, and there was a faint smell of rot in the room.

"Golden hair, scarlet eyes, a very familiar feeling." Liam sat on the ground, stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, that dream, real and terrible.

In this world of supernatural abilities, any dream has a certain meaning, especially for a magician.

"A dream of the future, a dream of the present, or a dream of the past?" Eliam's attainment of transcendent knowledge can only decipher the superficial surface of dreams.

"Looks like I'm going to have to find a few books on dreams and stuff." Liam smiled helplessly, all he could think of was nostalgia for the past, and the blonde man's visit was purposeful.

Adjusting his mind, Liam put his hands on the ground, and then stood up easily.

"Huh?" Liam stood still, staring at his hands in disbelief.

Pick up a chair, close your eyes, and carefully check your physical condition.

"All the magic is back?" Liam's face was full of consternation, his state at this time was simply very good, his physical strength was fully recovered, his mental power was refined, his magic power was full, he was already at the peak of a level 2 magic apprentice, and he was only one step away from inscribed runes to be promoted to a level 3 magic apprentice!

"It's... Is this a blessing in disguise? Liam raised his hand, and the Level 2 magic "Fire Lotus" came at his fingertips, and it was completely effortless.

"With my current mana, I can unleash 15 level 2 magic, 40 level 1 magic, or use 5 level 3 low-level magic scrolls." Soon Liam would have to show up in the number of spells he could cast.

"My combat effectiveness has nearly doubled compared to the daytime." Liam smiled with satisfaction.

It is true that relying on scrolls and cursed objects can quickly increase strength, but striking iron still has to be its own, and without enough strength, any auxiliary means are nonsense.

The palms of his hands clenched slowly, and he was more sure of dealing with Liam.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, but the top priority is to find Nocas and the others immediately and return to the Viscount's Mansion without arousing the suspicion of the old Viscount.

The sound of rustling came from the darkness, and a small person appeared silently.

"Harpy!" Liam, half surprised and half annoyed, grabbed the unassuming angel and said viciously: "Are you a cat assimilated by a mouse, and when the accident happened, now that the matter has calmed down, he has come out of the hole." ”

Little Harpy didn't struggle, and let the other party grab it.

Spread his hands, indicating that he could not do anything about the feather.

"You say that your own strength is linked to my strength?" Liam read the other man's thoughts at the moment, although there was still anger in his heart, and reason warned him that he must calm down.

Little Harpy nodded, pointing to the crumbling ground.

"That snake feather comes from the Kurag, and there is a risk that it will get out of control for me, but it is more of a benefit?" Liam lowered his hand and rubbed his chin.

It is true that there is a lot of benefit from sealing the feathers, but this benefit is nothing compared to using the "Ring of Dusk".

"There are many benefits, now my strength has not decreased significantly, and I will be able to find out when I am promoted to angel in the future." Liam looked at the little Harpy who waved his arms a little excitedly, and sighed helplessly, promoted to angel? Whether you can pass this level now is not certain, let alone promote angels.

The snake feather from the Grim Reaper, just one feather can kill an angel, how strong is the Kurag in the middle of the Second Age?

At this time, little Harpy beckoned.

Liam crouched down and leaned over, thinking to himself that this little guy had a secret and that he didn't hold back any good fart.

Little Harpy pulled out a letter from the darkness and handed it over.

"Letter?" Liam took it, puzzled, opened the envelope, and carefully unfolded the yellowed letterhead.

"Your Excellency, Your Honourable Heir to Death, your humble servant, the "Crippled Angel" Sean sincerely apologizes to you. Liam's spirits lifted, this letter was the "remnant" of the former king of angels, one of the angels under the sign of Kurag.

"Your return is the choice of fate, you are the will of the great god of death, the master of the harvest of the souls of all beings. But now you are caught in the whirlpool of the quagmire, and your Katilant, the man named Joshua, is a cultist who believes in the will of darkness, the deepest darkness in the world, the source of all evil, and the enemy of the creator God. ”

"Please forgive me for not being able to rescue you directly, Joshua must be resolved by you, which is both fate and a test for you by various forces."

"All I can do for you is to provide a weapon, a message about the Joshua family, a hundred-year-old family whose secrets are buried in the cemetery." Mandy's Styx Shovel "can point out secrets, remember, relics have an unrivaled attraction to the undead and dark creatures, remember not to use them completely, just a little infusion of magic, remember to remember." - Your loyal servant, looking forward to meeting you next time. ”

Liam lit the letter, mixed feelings.