It's this mirror.

As if it had happened a few hours ago, he sat in the windowless study, the flickering crystal ball reflecting the unfazed emerald eyes of Laxis, and the origin magic of the fire attribute in the crystal ball called out to the witch in the mirror, she was like a little girl, with a young face and a crisp voice.

Laxis secretly handed him the mirror, could it be ...... Are you trying to get him to find that witch?

The witch may be strong, Rust has always wanted to reclaim this mirror, maybe the witch knows where Asha is, at least ...... She should know who the demon who captured Aisha and injured her was, and she should know why the demon attacked the Paran continent at such a time. Ivan's fingers trembled violently, and he gripped the mirror with all his might, the irregular petal-shaped edges embedded in his palm, and his knuckles all turned white.

He stood up, walked briskly to the door, opened it and glanced out. Xiulin's bedroom door was closed. Although this mirror is a demon thing, it always exudes the aura of origin magic, but its magic power is very weak, and it is separated by the wall...... Xiulin shouldn't have noticed, not to mention that Xiulin was already asleep. He carefully locked the door, his breathing becoming more rapid. He picked up the mirror.

"Come out. Ivan said softly.

The mirror didn't react at all, it seemed to be still unopened, but if the mirror wasn't turned on at all, how could he contact the witch, and what was the use of this mirror? Ivan suddenly felt a little angry in his heart, and almost wanted to drop the mirror on the ground, and whether it could become something useful.

"Who are you? Who are you talking about, 'Rosalena', what do you know?"

No matter how much he asked the mirror, it was as calm as a lake without the wind disturbing it. There was no image on it, not even a shadow. He let out a hard breath, picked up the refining metal box containing the mirror, and threw the mirror inside.

Wait a minute!

Mirror...... It's not that it can't be turned on, as long as you use the origin magic of the fire attribute, right?Ivan widened his eyes, stunned by the thought that suddenly popped into Zi. He turned his head slowly.

Knapsack.

Inside is the fire-attribute magic magic magic weapon pistol left by Aisha, and the golden thorns.

......

The red light was faint, like a candle flame in the cold winter, flickering and dimming.

Ivan glanced uneasily at the door. With Xiulin's magical perception ability, I'm afraid she can notice the Origin Magic Aura in the room. If she's not asleep. Ivan holds the handle of a pistol in one hand. Grasp the lid of the refining metal box tightly with one hand, ready to close it at any time.

The mirror lay quietly in the box, still unresponsive. Remember last time they waited a long time. This time, however, the silence lasted less than a minute.

Ivan gasped. The response from the other side came faster than he had imagined. It's as if the other party is also dengdaiing him. Fingers trembled violently. Nearly lost Escher's pistol.

"Rosa?"

It feels swishy.

"Ah, it's not Rosa, it's human!"

And last time. Something is different.

"Human, why are you looking for Maureen's poems? This is the second time, right?"

In the originally empty red mirror, a sweet smile appeared on the snow-white and immature face. The witch stood upright in a colorful point of light, her long white hair rendered in a colorful way. Ivan only felt his heart skip a beat, remembering the strange magical brilliance of the demon who had injured Aisha.

However, if you look closely, these points of light are actually from some strange glowing objects around the witch, who is holding the black wide-brimmed peaked hat in both hands, and the long ears of the rabbit are erected. She didn't hold a mirror or anything like that in her hands, and she didn't know how she got in touch with this side.

The situation quickly froze.

Ivan stared at the image of the witch in amazement, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time, and the witch slowly blinked her big eyes as bright as rubies, which made him recall the nightmarish separation from Eisha. And the witch over there seems to be very patient. She spoke in the lingua franca, not as fluent as the seventh demon Sloth, but she spoke it well.

“...... Who are you?"

It was as if time had stopped flowing, and finally, Ivan asked in a very small voice. He removed the pistol.

"So you don't know who Maureen is, human? I don't know who Maureen is, and I just use Rosa's mirror, is that a human curiosity? The witch was very calm, as if the time that had just passed was completely lost, "Do you know who Rosa is? ”

I don't know why Ivan thinks the witch laughs weirdly when she says the word "friend".

"Is that all you want to know?" this time, the witch didn't continue dengdai, she put away her smile, "You can use our magic, you must be a sorcerer among the humans, right?

"No ......"

Still not knowing why, Ivan subconsciously told the truth to the witch in the mirror. This witch looks weird.

"Didn't catch her?" the witch's eyes widened, "how could the Fire Mirror end up in the hands of humans? Oops, if Rosa came back......"

The witch closed her eyes, and to her surprise, she looked pained, and the hat in her hand was clenched tightly.

"You're ......," Ivan hesitated for a few seconds. This is a very rare opportunity, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to have such an opportunity in the future.

"I have something to ask you. ”

"Say it. The witch closed her eyes, lowered her arms, and changed her face to a look of resignation. This witch is getting more and more incomprehensible.

"Don't you have something to ask me?" Before Ivan could speak, the witch opened her eyes, "They've come to you, right?"

There was a hostility in the witch's eyes.

"You mean, the demons who attacked us?" Ivan asked the witch more carefully as he watched the changes in the mirror, "Do you know who they are?" one of them—" Ivan struggled to recall the demon who had wounded Aisha, ""—was strong, and the magic used appeared to be black with colored dots of light. ”

"It's Evel, the prince of the Nightmare Clan, of course, is strong, and he is the son of the mistress I am serving. The witch curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "How is he? He wasn't killed by your Holy Magister, was he?"

"......" Ivan didn't know how to answer the question.

There is no point in delaying time, you must know that Xiulin will wake up at any time. Ivan took a deep breath, and he felt that he had to ask the most important question directly. Laxis took great pains to secretly hand over the mirror to him, presumably hoping that he would get an answer from the witch in the mirror.

"I ask you, witch, you know...... Aisha?" (To be continued......)