Beneath the long skirt were the toes painted with Dancôme.

The white, slender toes and the bright red cardamom made Raymond's eyes look at him and he noticed the difference.

"Why aren't you wearing those riding boots?"

The atmosphere is very wrong, so Raymond is also purely speechless, but the girl Becky, who was still hanging her head and full of resentment before, was swooped, and raised her head, although there were tears in her eyes, but there was a slight smile in her eyes, and a gratitude that was difficult to detect.

But the smile on her face quickly faded, and she straightened up to defend herself.

But Raymond, who felt that the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, did not give her a chance to speak, but handed the purple-red sphere in his hand and the purple-black scroll in front of her eyes and asked. "What the hell is the breath coming out of this scroll?"

The small mouth opened slightly, and there was distress in her expression, and the words that the girl Becky wanted to say just now were blocked back, which made her slightly annoyed, but after hesitating, she still sighed secretly and explained with a straight face. "This scroll is a precious artifact called the 'Fortune Record', which was written and recorded by ancient wizards with the blood of each member before they set out on the expedition, so the longer it is preserved, the heavier the aura it contains, and it is an extremely rare nourishing thing for the pure spirit body!"

The scroll that had been rolled up was re-unfolded by Raymond, and the purple-black names on it were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the scroll was being soaked in hot water, and all the names except for the name of Silas, the Lord of the Desert, were rapidly fading away.

The entire scroll is nearly two meters long when unfolded, and the extremely thin parchment paper seems to be transparent. So when most of the names faded and faded, the purple-black name of Silas, the Desert Lord at the forefront, stood out.

Holding the scroll and carefully feeling the bloody killing aura inside, Raymond was no longer strong, and after a while, he saw that most of the names became illegible to the naked eye. Only the name of Siras, Lord of the Desert, still shows no signs of fading.

Raymond, who turned his face sideways, turned his puzzled gaze to the girl Becky, but before he could open his mouth to ask the girl Becky, he gave the answer directly. "Silas isn't dead, or his name would have faded until it disappeared entirely. ”

"Not dead, how could it be!"

Raymond's surprised questioning made the girl Becky pout, looking a little disdainful, and immediately sarcastically said. "That's an old monster whose strength has reached the peak of the eighth order, do you think he will die so easily?"

Raymond, whose own strength has only reached the dawn level, has no ability to refute or question such ridicule, so he has to continue to wait for explanations.

Seeing this, the girl Becky muttered something. After thinking for a moment, he continued. "Since the name of the desert lord Silas on the scroll of destiny has not faded, then there must be a fragment of his soul or a soul seed elsewhere!"

But the girl Becky's extremely positive tone made Raymond's expression even more puzzled. And Becky, the girl who had been keeping an eye on him, paused and continued. "And since he was able to reach the strength of the peak of the eighth order, the remnant souls under the emblem in this temple could survive for so long, then obviously he had a back hand back then, so he should have a way to resurrect himself!"

Hearing this, Raymond still didn't quite believe it. But Silas, the Lord of the Desert, left a way out for the one-eyed sandman Shariman before the war to destroy the world. Then it is understandable that he leaves room for himself.

And followed by the girl Becky also pointed to the scroll and told Raymond that because this kind of destiny is extremely difficult to make, the name of Silas, the lord of the desert that exists on it, can be regarded as his life mark, and if the name on it fades and disappears one day, then it really represents his fall.

Listening to the explanation of the girl Becky, at this time, the unfolded scroll has completely disappeared except for the name of Silas, the Lord of the Desert. I can barely see the traces left by the original name, but I can't make out what is written.

It's just that Raymond, who has more and more doubts in his heart, put the scroll away. After thinking about it, he asked the girl Becky. "Becky, you claimed to be an ordinary girl born next to a forest, but how did you know that?"

There was no panic between the eyebrows, but Becky, a girl full of distress, lost her temper in vain. "It's the memories contained in the stream! Although it is extremely messy and numerous, every day I feel that my head is forcibly poured into it, and I can't do it if I don't want to, and I'm annoyed to death!"

Feeling moved, Raymond took the girl's streamside picture out of the storage ring and re-examined it in front of the girl Becky.

Except for the lack of the silhouette of the girl by the stream, there is no obvious change in the whole picture, but the stream seems to have become clear.

When Raymond's spiritual power infiltrated to check, he noticed that the remnants of demonic beasts that had originally accumulated at the bottom of the stream had become very few, but from the stream flowing in the forest, there were wisps of inexplicable water, surging rapidly in the stream.

Seeing that Raymond took out the picture of the girl who was in the stream for inspection, the girl Becky, who pursed her lips and had a somewhat gloomy face, threw herself into it as if she was angry after his examination, but Becky, who appeared by the stream, turned her body in the direction of the forest, so that Raymond could only see her thin and depressed back.

Knowing that the conversation just now made her a little annoyed, Raymond, who sighed, thought for a moment before putting the girl's streamside map back, took out the swarthy compass obtained from the temple, and began to check.

The compass, which is only a dozen centimeters in diameter, is extremely thin, but the front is densely engraved.

The material of non-gold, stone and wood is extremely heavy, and it is like an ordinary compass without the slightest energy fluctuation.

But when Raymond immersed his spiritual power in it, he quickly sensed that an extremely powerful spiritual power was entrenched in it, and after discovering his spiritual power, he roared and tried to attack his spiritual power.

Raymond, who was ready to be impacted, immediately stopped infiltrating inward, but after this extremely strong spiritual force approached, it only bluffed and roared, but it did not attack at all.

After a moment of confrontation, Raymond, who felt the aura similar to that of the desert lord Silas, began to urge his spiritual power forward, while the powerful aura of roaring and roaring was constantly retreating until he retracted the core of the compass.

Raymond, who understood that this was the spirit of the instrument in this magic weapon, was relieved at this point.

The compass, which was hidden in the bluestone and covered the aura of the entire temple, was obviously in a state of lack of energy due to time, so it was weakened.

It's just that although the machine spirit in this compass is extremely weak, the strength of the desert lord Silas who injected it into it is far superior to Raymond, so after several attempts, he found that although he can suppress this machine spirit for a short time, he can't make it truly surrender.

Raymond, who took back his spiritual power, was a little helpless, this seemingly ordinary magic weapon actually had the existence of a machine spirit, although the power of this magic weapon had increased by several levels, but for him at present, it had become a chicken rib.

But now that it's in hand, he'll find a way to subdue it, so Raymond, who is no longer entangled, seals the swarthy compass and puts it away.

Not far away, the one-eyed sandman Shaliman, who had stopped crying, looked at the collapsed sand dunes in front of him with a dull expression, and did not say a word.

Raymond, who did not know what kind of relationship Shariman had with Silas, the Lord of the Desert, sat down cross-legged when he came to him, and stayed with him until the sun set and the moon rose.

Staring at the location of the original temple in a daze, he didn't know how long it took for the one-eyed sandman Shariman to speak. "Lord Raymond, is my master dead?"

Raymond, who thought of the matter of the fate record mentioned by the girl Becky before, thought for a moment before replying. "I can't say it either, only when you can fuse the seed of memory, maybe you will know the truth of the truth of the Dao ......" (to be continued......)