It's the same phenomenon as the "magic explosion" that happened around the art building before -- no, it should be said that it is even more powerful than that one...... The growth of a tree spirit in the downtown area and the wreak havoc immediately became a hot topic of conversation. Everywhere Lizzie went, she could hear people talking about it.

Not limited to the apprentices, but also the teachers commented on the matter in line with their identity. But rather than a complex academic lecture, their rhetoric is more focused on getting students to pay attention to safety. Mabel, in particular, is reminded to stay safe by Lizzie once she sees her.

As a teacher, their behavior was quite reasonable, but Lizzie still felt that their reaction was a bit overprotective. It's not a bad thing to let these Wizard apprentices grow up in a relatively stable environment, but it also reduces their ability to adapt.

Once upon a time, when spells were monopolized in the hands of the "upper class", and when magicians were a position that only "qualified people" could hold, spells were a means of discerning the mortal.

At that time, it was quite difficult for the average apprentice to become a full-fledged sorcerer—in addition to the innate factor of identity, there were also risks that could stand in their way. A flask of the wrong recipe, a spell that gets out of hand...... All have the potential to take their lives.

But officially, because of this almost cruel selection method, every wizard who stands out from the apprentice has extraordinary abilities. And now that the empire has implemented universal education, although the production of mages has increased, it can also be seen that their quality has decreased significantly.

There is an old saying in the Empire: "With a high position comes responsibility". Naturally, a sorcerer in a high position had to bear a heavier burden than ordinary people, even ordinary nobles. Spells are both their arms and their fangs. In wartime, you can fight for your country, and in peacetime, you can also conduct research or production and construction.

The sorcerers who are now taught in this safe and stable environment are as if their fangs have been removed. In the face of peaceful daily life, it can play a greater role. But if there is a need for them to fight each other with the enemy, they will never be able to compare with their predecessors in a bygone era.

With a slander for the repeated emphasis of the teachers on the stage, Lizzie slouched on the table. Within moments, her consciousness was in chaos.

In a trance, she did not lose consciousness, but saw an unexpected scene - one moment she was lying in a classroom full of classmates, and the next second, she was in the chaos of not being able to distinguish between up and down, left and right. She wandered through the fields of light. Scenes emerged all around.

It's a dream.

Lizzie quickly reacted, and although consciousness was still clear, it was still a dream.

Thinking day and night—anyone's dreams are meaningful, especially those of a sorcerer. Lizzie hadn't dreamed in a long time, and in her light sleep, her mind would only shuttle through the thoughts she had become, sorting through her almost forgotten memories.

But this is not her memory, what is displayed in front of Liqi is like a fragment, it is a place that she has never been in in her memory.

Deep in an exotic forest covered in snow and ice......

Because the war spread. Abandoned villages where residents have taken refuge......

A dilapidated old house built on a small slope and engulfed in flames......

Whose memories are these?

In a moment, the light vanished, and the area around the horizon became a space filled with darkness. I can't see my fingers. It's like being locked in a dark basement. After a while, the eyes gradually adjust to the darkness, revealing the outlines of the things around them.

It's really a basement - maybe a dungeon would be more appropriate. Men, women, the elderly, children...... Many, many different ages. Humans of different nationalities are imprisoned like animals in dungeons that seem to have been immersed in darkness since their foundation.

The dungeon where Lizzie was looking was low and cramped, and the people who were locked in the room were teenagers and teenage girls. Skinny and yellow-skinned, they could only huddle weakly in the corner of the dungeon, and from time to time they could hear the children's low screams.

Smack. Smack......

The dungeon was not firmly constructed, and the water seeping from the cracks in the walls fell to the ground with a regular sound. A subtle chill creeped from the water-soaked ground to Lizzie's location, making her shudder for some reason, and the fact that it wasn't actually touching made her even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light in the room, and a man was walking down a dimly lit staircase that stretched underground, holding a candle. Feet in black military boots slowly descended the cracked stone staircase, and with the faint light of the candle, Lizzie saw the man take out the key and unlock the heavy iron door.

Then, he walked into the dungeon where Lizzie was, and suddenly, a childlike whisper of sorrow could be heard from all over the room. There are both the voices of teenagers and the cries of young girls.

As if enjoying the unfolding, the man's shoulders began to tremble, and he laughed arrogantly.

Candles illuminate the surroundings, iron shackles hang from the mottled stone walls, and containers of dirty water are everywhere on the dirty floor. In the corner of the room, the children, whose eyes are wide open from terror, shield each other with the help of their "companions'" bodies.

Seeing this, the man sighed with satisfaction, and his cold gaze swept over the children who were being held, clearly writing the consciousness of "which toy to use to play with next?"

"Hehehe......"

The man let out a low laugh, his eyes flashing with a crazy look in the dim light. The children did their best not to attract his attention, and at the same time there were muffled weepings, their faces were scarred, their bodies were very emaciated, and some of them even had mutilated limbs.

Children are the hope of the day, but there are also children who will not attract attention even if they are gone—they are forgotten and abandoned. Everyone is very busy in life, and even the garrison does not necessarily have the energy to look for these children.

"Huhuhu!

The men's laughter rose sharply, and the children's sorrows were already rising. These screams seemed to be regarded as beautiful music by the man, and he shook his body as if he was dancing. The candlelight in his hand shone on the children's faces in turn, revealing a miserable face of a piece of paper.

"It is useless to shout or beg me, no one will hear you, and no one will be able to save you. The man howled violently, like a tyrant immersed in his own kingdom, "This is your fate—you can only accept him!"

With that, he gripped the arm of a girl who had met her eyes, it was incredibly thin, covered with unhealed scars, almost to the bone. Looking at the girl's frightened face, the man's laughter rose higher, and the mad trills filled the air.

That's when ......

"Please spare that child!"

A hoarse cry came from the dungeon on the other side, a woman with a miserable face, her scarred body bearing the marks of violence that could not be washed away. Judging by the shape of her face, it resembles the girl who was caught-maybe she is the girl's mother.

But how can she, who can't even protect herself, save her children?

The man sneered, as if to make the woman desperate, and he took out a huge whip from behind his waist and gestured to wave it in the girl's face.

Lizzie sighed helplessly: "What a stupid ...... of blood and violence"

Everything that is born here is memory, and she is more of an unrelated bystander, no matter what he sees, he can't react to it. Is this a fragment of memory deposited in this land, or is it someone who escaped by luck reminiscing about the tragic experience of the past?

But she suddenly spoke: "Stupid ......"

It's not Lizzie, the owner of the "perspective" that speaks—and the owner of this memory. Lizzie visibly felt the shift in perspective. It is conceivable that he or she is carrying out another operation, digging out fragments buried in the depths of the sea of memories again and again.

"Who is it?"

The man who heard the voice shook the girl in his hand aside and looked around with a candle. But there were only the poor children in the basement, and he confirmed their appearance, and asked angrily, "Who's talking?". The darkness blurred his senses, and he could only find them one after another.

At this moment, while he was turning his back to him, the owner of the perspective moved, and slammed a brick scattered on the ground and smashed it at the man who turned his back.

With a snap, the brick hit the back of the target's head accurately, but how could his thin arm be effective in inflicting effective damage on an adult?

In an instant, a turbid stream of water engulfed the left half of his eye—no, it should be a sea of red blood. The scorching dull pain burned the senses, and the man's casual return blow didn't know where it hit, and the pouring blood blurred his eyes, and his vision disappeared into the depths of the crimson sea in an instant.

"What do you want to do!"

His eyes darkened, and he could faintly hear the man's howl.

"Gather our strength, escape the hell created by that man, and ...... Find a new place to stay. Nothing could be seen in his eyes, only the whispers of a few people were still ringing in his ears, "Maybe death and despair await us, but as long as there is a little hope at the end......"

Hey, Leinst!

Hearing someone's calling, Lizzie woke up from such a dream. Immersed in the remnants of the dream, Lizzie felt that she was still trembling in pain, and there was a hot phantom pain in her left eye, which should be the owner who had just brought herself into that perspective in the dream, and she felt his pain.

What an unpleasant dream...... Lizzie barely opened half of her eyes, groaning and looking up, Mio Disstad's head resting in front of her, looking at her with some concern. (To be continued!)

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