"You must be wronged, right?" Allegri looked at Dios sympathetically.

"I don't know," Dios stared blankly at the ceiling, "I just want to be strong now, save my people, and take revenge on the Church of Light." ”

"Why are they attacking Elendil?" Illo wondered, "Destroy your strongest shield?"

"I don......'t know," Dios sighed, "In fact, while the Church is attacking us, the Snowton Empire is also attacking us in the north. ”

"So, surely you didn't surrender?" Illo asked.

"It's just an excuse, and I don't know the real reason for it, but it doesn't hurt my determination to get revenge. Dios clenched his shield.

"The key must be the attack of the Snowton Empire!" Allegri pondered for a moment, and the names of a large list of unjustly killed generals crossed his mind. Finally, he shook his head and said,

"Maybe only the legendary powerhouse is qualified to say the word revenge, but we can at least get to the bottom of these grievances in the process of becoming a legendary. This is our reason for revenge. ”

"As Allegri, the head of the Sorrowful Mercenary Regiment, our goal has been set, and I am happy to repeat the great act of my teacher in the Cathedral of Cotia. ”

The deputy head of the regiment, Illo, seconded. Illo raised his hand.

"Thank you. Dios thanked his two team-mates softly but resolutely.

"In the process, Deputy Head Illo has the right to leave at any time," Allegri put the scroll on the table of the half-elf back into Illo's hand, and said softly, "Illo, I have no right to drag you into such an action that can kill you at any time. ”

"I know. Illo nodded, and put the scroll back in his arms with a solemn expression.

"It should be late," Allegri clapped his hands and stood up, "I'll discuss the details tomorrow." ”

******

There was a lot of space in the magic tower, and the three of them each chose a bedroom on the living floor to rest.

Lying on the bed, Illo held the scroll in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, smiled self-deprecatingly, and made up his mind.

Dios, in the room next to him, stared blankly at the ceiling, his ordinary-looking gray shield aside. It was one of the holy artifacts of the Church of Light, the Shield of Light Thorns. He used to be a shield of light, but now he can only walk on a road full of thorns. This shield is said to be strong enough to withstand all damage, but what about heartache?

Allegri was even busier, carefully sorting through the few magic books he had just picked up, but he was recalling all the experiences he had since he crossed over.

In his previous life, he was a conformist who worked day in and day out, but he never changed. Seeing those shocking strange people, he also secretly longed for it, but he could only laugh at it with his friends, as if those dreams had never happened. He also had a thousand pride and enthusiasm in his heart, but he could only make a mature and steady appearance in front of people. He fantasized countless times about throwing the documents in his hand in the face of the supervisor, telling him that Lao Tzu was gone, but in the end, he could only think about the next month's mortgage, and then dispose of those documents one by one.

He traveled to this completely different world and became a completely different person, but with the same soul as before. He thought that this world must be a game or a dream, and he had been carefully waiting for the moment when he returned to the original world world.

He thought that "Allegri" was just an ID in his game, and that Dios and Illo were just NPCs made up of a bunch of data.

However, it turned out that Allegri was him, and he was Allegri. The person he is facing is not an NPC, but a person who has flesh and blood, feelings and a past like him.

He may never go back.

In the original world, his mature and steady appearance was never for himself, and his behavior was not for his own appreciation. He shows his maturity in front of his parents, which will reassure and comfort them as they grow older; he shows his steadiness in front of his relatives and friends, and he will get their praise and affirmation; he shows his ability in front of his superiors and colleagues in order to make them feel reliable; and he even shows his politeness in front of strangers, caring about their opinions and eyes.

But now, the people who looked at him, the eyes that looked at him, were gone.

He can be evil and brutal, he can be greedy and stingy, he can be shallow and impetuous, he can be rude and fierce...... He left the stage, no longer bound by lines and roles, and his current path will be chosen by him personally.

What kind of path is that?

"Tear down the White Tower and burn down the Cathedral of Cotia......" he remembered saying to Dios and Illo.

What a crazy idea, could it be because he swallowed the soul fire of that crazy Herseus, and what kind of effect did that madness in his bones have on himself?

******

"Don't think about it, it's all your choice. In the quiet room, the old voice suddenly sounded, the voice was faint but he heard it clearly.

"Yes...... Allegri nodded subconsciously, but the next moment he suddenly woke up, his eyes swept over the empty room, and he asked sharply, "Who are you?!"

"My dear student, I am your teacher. A slightly teasing voice rang in his ears again.

Allegri was slightly stunned, carefully observing the movements around him, "Where are you?"

"What do you think Nilbergen's Soul Box is called?" the voice sounded directly in his head.

Allegri raised his palm and looked at the gray iron ring that didn't look amazing, "You're still alive?"

"If I were you, I would add an honorific," the old mage criticized unceremoniously, "Have you ever thought that my magical pets are still alive, how could I be dead?"

"I always thought he was strong enough to break free from the contract...... So my esteemed teacher, can you come out and show me your great image?" Allegri calmed down.

"If I can come out, what am I still hiding in the Soul Box?" the old mage snorted, "If you really want to see my great image, then close your eyes and enter a meditative state......

Allegri sat down, closed his eyes, and slowly sank into the sea of his soul, when suddenly a purple flame appeared in front of him, exactly the same as the one he swallowed, and then the flame slowly stretched out and changed into an old magician wearing a flame robe, white beard and white hair.

The magician, with his hair scattered like an old lion, looked around, raised his hand and greeted him, "My dear student, do you see me?"

Allegri tried to think, and a rumbling voice suddenly sounded from the entire space, "Teacher, you are much more handsome than I thought. ”

"Ha Luha," the old mage said with a proud smile, "My student, you are not as powerful as I thought. ”

He thought for a moment and added, "Or rather, you are the difference between a dragon and a rabbit compared to what I imagined. ”

"Then my dear teacher, believe it or not, the angry rabbit would throw that broken ring into the abyssal fire. ”

The old mage snorted and struck Allegri to the point, "You can't bear it. ”

Allegri laughed dryly, "Teacher, how can you come to my soul when you are hiding in the soul box?"

"Aren't you soul-bound to the Soul Box, as the spirit of the Soul Box, of course I can communicate with your spirit, stupid!" said the old mage angrily.

"Then I'll rest assured......" Allegri was sure that his soul as an instrument spirit would be permanently bound to the instrument, and unless he pulled him out, it would be impossible for him to pose a threat to him.

"I'm not happy!" the old mage puffed up like a frog, "I thought I could have a powerful apprentice to fulfill my dream, but I didn't expect it to be a beginner magician, and his face is still very ugly!"

"Scolding people doesn't scold their faces, scolding their faces hurts their self-esteem!"

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