I have always been interested in techniques that snoop on people's hearts, yes, it is technology, not skills. For mortals, it is necessary to look at a person by experience, to listen to what he says, to see what he does, what expressions, what movements, what tones.

Could there be such a top-notch fraudster? I don't know, maybe theoretically, but I'm not.

And the most direct, effective and accurate way is to enter his memory and find the answer directly.

I had forgotten that I was hiding something from them, and that was meant to be ...... I wasn't going to tell you about it. That's what he asked......

I had only one breath left from the charred flames of Lady Katlana, and I knew I wouldn't survive long in the flames, even if I wasn't dead.

I fainted, but then I woke up again, yes, in pain, and the only thing I felt when I found myself under the rubble was that I was going to die, and I could see my charred arms, even though I couldn't see the rest of my body burned. And the pain all over my body only kept me awake for a short moment before I fell into a coma again.

This time I heard a voice, a familiar voice. A voice that would occasionally whisper to me in the dark.

Its voice was not good, although it was not the sharp and piercing kind, but the low feeling of holding back a mouthful of old phlegm made me feel like a fish in my throat. It was talking again, only this time instead of preaching but patiently encouraging me to live.

I don't know if you've ever heard of a feeling of comfort before you die, but I clearly feel that you may be dying but you don't feel comfortable at all. There was only a hot pinprick pain, but I couldn't wake up.

Some people say that people can hear the call of the person next to me when they are unconscious, but I'm sorry I haven't experienced it, and I have never heard someone next to me call me when I was unconscious. Semi-comatose ones don't count.

I also know that this is not because of the encouragement of people around me, and even if I once thought that my body was ruined, I was now in a state of soul.

It was guiding me, he told me that the void was the master of this world, that darkness was the origin of this world.

At this point, do you think you're brainwashing me, and you won't believe it, right? I understand your thoughts, but if you've ever been in a dream, or when you first woke up from a big dream, you must have felt very real about the dream you just had, and even thought that everything that happened in it was quite reasonable, even if you wake up and think that the plot in the dream is something.

But in the dream it was all reasonable, just like now. I didn't realize he was instilling something else in me.

It told me so many stories that I woke up and immediately forgot about them, really...... It's like how many times I've seen in my dreams a set of numbers that say they've won the jackpot. Didn't remember it once.

Even now I can't tell you a complete story of what it will do, I only remember a few bits and pieces.

For example, I was in pain all the time, I begged to stop the pain, but it said, "The flame will swallow everything, but it will also purify everything...... I don't know what effect it talks about purification will have on me, I even wonder if I will wake up and be reborn with supreme power, omnipotence in heaven and earth, hand pinching the Titan Creator and stepping on the dragon guardian, I am the only one in heaven and the world, I am the most handsome than me, and the women in the world love me.

Of course it's all fart, and I still don't have anything.

But I remember it seemed to say that only when twilight falls is the beginning of the dawn, and only darkness can give birth to light.

What else...... The age of dragons is coming to an end, and the cataclysm will come, and everything will be a puppet. Speaking of dragons...... I think of the she-dragon who was imprisoned by the orcs and cubed. I've heard that the archmages of the north rescued her, but I haven't been able to see her so far, and I don't know if it's any different from what I remembered.

I can call it a dream until ...... I woke up.

I woke up, but my eyes really couldn't see. It's a terrible feeling, really...... Until I live, but until I am completely paralyzed, I can't do anything, I can only hear the taste of being anxious, and I won't know if I don't experience it.

Oh...... No...... You should have experienced it. When the nightmare creeps from your feet to your lower abdomen, from your fingers to your shoulders, it quietly hugs your head, you can only hear, all you see is fantasy scene do you remember?

Ha!

It's pretty much the same as that.

I was scared at that time, and I was even more scared at this time. I could hear them clearly, but I couldn't respond.

I wasn't brought into Stormstormhold, and I can't afford such a high salary. I thought so, because I could hear the sounds around me, the sounds of shackles, the sound of heavy iron gates, and even the wailing. And from their conversations, I know where I am.

I've heard Varian say that in the garden that Stormwind has been built for the mages of the North Dalaran there is a mysterious cellar that is well known but not well known. And when I listened to them, I knew I was supposed to be here.

I've never heard Varian come to see me or see me since I woke up, though I ......

Tut!

Alas...... It doesn't matter anymore.

Varian didn't want me to die, he wanted to live, and I can only guess why he wanted to live, because the mages around me, and the adults in the church, all came to take care of me.

Benedictas also came, at first only occasionally, but for some reason he came more and more often, and sometimes stayed with me all day.

He is the same when there is someone, and he becomes another when there is no one, especially when he talks to himself, I really find it difficult for me to associate him with a high Archbishop of Light.

He's spent a lot of time and effort on me, I've been burned so that he doesn't have any thoughts about my already carbonized body, but he's been trying to get in touch with my mind, just like Medivan.

Medivin connected my mind with ease and pleasure as a plug into a socket, but Benedictas couldn't. There were times when I felt as if he had found a way to connect my mind, but how could I get him into my mind? If he finds out that I look harmless, but I have been observing him and learning about some of his behavior, I can imagine what will happen to me if I am used by him.

I blocked him, I kept his thoughts out.

And one night when he finished meditating and was ready to invade my mind again, I connected with him.

At first, as before, I blocked his thoughts again, and the failure again made him thunderous, and he slapped his head wildly in a fit of rage.

I've endured pain for I don't know how many days, and the pain from his slap on my face is far less than the nausea from vertigo.

And when he gritted his teeth and squeezed out between his teeth: "Lord of the Void, God of the Abyss, I beg for your response, I need the secret of his head to serve you!" After these words, I actually heard a voice from the abyss, "Let him go...... In! ”

The voice comforted me when I still didn't want to give up, "He sacrificed himself for me and let him in, and I ...... I will compensate you. ”

When this man was allowed by me to put into my thoughts, the disgust in my heart reached its peak. It's not the feeling of being raped and being raped, it's like being forcibly snooped on and inquiring about your privacy.

Or like a kid who barges into your room and doesn't like but is extremely interested in your toys.

Mistress Benedictas was greatly satisfied. This man, who doesn't know if he has experienced women, seems to have received the greatest satisfaction in his life so far.

His greed and madness were unleashed, and it was obviously not appropriate to say that he had raped my mind, but his madness after getting the information in my head was disgusting!

I don't know exactly what he saw, but since then the man has been like an addict and has been going through the memories in my head all day long.

Until one day he suddenly stopped coming.

It's not that I'm stunned because he doesn't come, but it's often a sign that something big is about to happen, or that something is going to happen.

He hasn't been seen since, but his priests have been rotating around me around the clock to bless me with the Light.

Do you think it's funny?

The Archbishop of the Holy Light was not talking about the blessing of the Light, but about the god of the abyss.

To be honest, the presence of these pastors has only helped me with a slight relief of pain. And every time they stopped, the pain came back like a blazing fire.

This feeling made me quite devastated.

And the voice from the abyss told me that it was almost there. I asked him what was going on, and he said that I had been carrying a heavy burden a long time ago and that I would soon be able to get rid of it. And how quickly this will be is unknown.

I don't know how many days the treatment lasted for me, but I waited in this repeated pain to see when I would be relieved.

And finally one day I heard their verdict on me, that I would leave the Stormwind Kingdom, forever, and that they were planning to send me to Dalaran.

The mages of Dalaran had visited me while I was lying in the cellars of Stormwind, but they had apparently not been able to fully unearth the secrets of a man like me, who had been burned to such a strong death.

And before I was transported out of this basement, I remember hearing the name of a man who, although I don't know who he was, must have been an important fellow.

His name is Merrell Winterwind.