Hermione, who had finished channeling, returned to the real world and processed the remaining breath again.

There was an extra piece of rag stuck to the stain in the broken mirror in his hand, and the breath on it seemed to be a little different. Hand it over to Derrick and they should deal with it.

The Bound God? They should be useful!

The good and humble tavern has become a ruin, can't this group of people go up to the mountains to fight and seek revenge?

With a sigh, she returned to the second floor of the next resident's house, which was also shocked, and a lot of items were blown away, and the yard was very messy.

The Rose faction had come to intercept the investigation team sent by Fenerport and Rune, who had received some information about entering the Lost City, were looking for a ticket, and had a clear location.

Ask him why he came here, shouldn't it be more southern?

As a result, the other party replied that he only said that he was acting on orders.

When asked about the news about the Golden Country, the other party thought it was a boring legend with nonsense. Only a fool would believe it.

Hermione took a breath and said that she had been in and that there was no need to take a seat. The Jackson patriarch inside is still alive, and it is estimated that she is remembered deeply.

It can only be said that the people inside are too well hidden, and they may not have come out again for more than a thousand years, and over time, except for some ancient tribes, basically no one believes in it anymore.

Vilnate should have been asked in advance about the city of his revered majesty, does the ticket mean that the feathers that surround the river have disappeared?

The Rune who dived haven't run too far, do you want to ask for the address?

The previous rounds of purification of the solar path had purified the remnants of the spirits of those who had died before.

The subsequent three members of the Rose School did not know the specific location, and even if they were psychic, there was no relevant information.

After thinking about it for a while, Hermione decided to give up the idea of looking at it, and fell into the large web she had woven out of spider silk.

Let's do the things at hand first, when can I change the problem that I am curious about?

That place can pollute itself from the root characteristics, or not to die, there is no reason for me to go.

Think back to the memory of how you got in, there are still people waiting for you, and you should go back early after being busy.

At that time, it seemed that the area was dyed with golden light, and it was a glorious gathering place from the lake to the top of the mountains.

The light gathered there will open or form a door, and you will truly enter the Golden Nation when you step over it.

Now she couldn't remember how the brilliance came from, was it a human being, or a particular natural condition?

Why would the person who hung the light on Lake Guapita forget it, it is impossible to deliberately forget it at the height of the sequence he is in.

Don't force yourself to have some headaches, and think about whether the people who went in at that time are still alive, they may still remember.

After thinking about it, Hermione realized that she couldn't remember what the people looked like, including the ones who were punished inside.

They tried to steal the sacrificial objects that were left behind, and they were caught red-handed and placed on the staircase altar for cruel punishment.

Obviously, the experience is in my mind, extremely clear, but I really can't remember what they look like.

How so? Is memory being manipulated?

Frightened, she sat up in terror and enveloped herself in a thick black flame, looking at the darkness around her and the cracks in the room.

Holding his head in his hands, his face showed emotional ups and downs that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his face was full of doubt with his face and slightly open mouth.

Could it be the means left by the Creator to make such a suggestion to ourselves? That makes sense.

Thinking of this greatest possibility, Hermione tried her best to comfort herself, she didn't want to be someone else's marionette and live in the script that was arranged.

Is it already arranged to come here?

Tossing and turning, the sky turned white in the east, the owners of the houses below did not return, and several waves of people came to the scene of the battle next to them to see and leave.

Hermione, who hadn't thought of a clue, stepped out of the messy yard and faced the pale east. It's still the first to go first.

The rudimentary tavern below was reduced to rubble, and the trees scattered around the surrounding area disappeared.

When the stones on the shore of the lake awaited the rising sun, the golden light was reflected off the rippling surface of the lake.

The white covered hilltop was also dyed with the morning light, and the two places had nothing to do with each other, and soon it ended so calmly.

Hermione, who had watched the process, was sure that the most important medium was missing, people, and that people painted with light had to enter it.

Sure enough, it works, and when you see a familiar scene, you will recall the corresponding memory.

The radiant person seems to have something to do with it, and the person she went in before doesn't seem to have left or been expelled together, but stayed inside.

Or that people are originally people inside, and when they come out and go back, they are just deliberately forgotten.

The world is so big, where do you go to find it? Even divination has no medium, so you can't just ask where you can find news related to the Golden Country.

Somewhat helpless, she sat directly on the stone hanging high in the air, and the deep lake below was twisted by the ripples of the wind, reflecting the scene above, and a few stones rolled down to stir up a few splashes.

"I might ask Derrick if there are any special means that the Church has to offer."

When I was still in the church, I heard that there was a universal divination mirror that was very useful, and there was nothing to lose by trying it, it was better than staying here and watching the lake.

Hermione, propping herself up, returned to the dilapidated house and summoned Darik's messenger to come out and consult with him about it.

The movement of the miscellaneous items sounded, and the people who came back began to clean up the mess of their homes, and the extraordinary events had little impact on their lives, and they had long been accustomed to living with them.

Somewhat bored in the waiting, she leaned on the guardrail and watched the locals carry the wreckage and clean up the debris.

Some of them prayed to the bound god and some to the god of death, thanking them for their good fortune that they did not turn to ashes like the people in the tavern.

Shouldn't you thank yourself? If you hadn't disposed of that polluted breath yourself, you would probably all have tumors of gushing desire today.

They don't care if their stuff affects you or not, they just need to be more fanatical.

Gunshots continued to sound in the area on the ground again, and Hermione guessed that it was mostly because of the ticket information, was that thing really worth it?

Before she could go over and continue to look at the information about last night, the reply came.

It's so fast this time, it seems that there are relevant results, I hope to find it!