Chapter 15 Disappearing

In the shadow world intertwined with black and white, Gawain, Amber, Betty, and a nameless wild mage sat in a simple wooden house, and in front of them was the lunch Betty had just made - a simple Slices of bread, fried sausages, and some vegetable soup.

It's all colorless, like an old black and white photo.

Gawain didn't mean to touch the food in front of him. Although it was possible to cook in the Shadow Realm, he was really not sure what the consequences would be if he, a living human being (probably), ate something from the Shadow Realm.

Amber and Betty next to them also did not use a knife and fork.

The wild mage across the table didn't urge them, he just ate the food in front of him silently, looking very quiet.

A strange tacit understanding lingers in the wooden house.

The first to break the silence was Gawain: "How long have you been here?"

"It's been a long time," the wild mage put down his knife and fork, looking polite, "I've settled here since the second year I left the Secret Law Society."

"You used to be a member of the Secret Law Society?" Gawain asked unexpectedly, "I thought you had always been a wild mage."

"I was originally a second-level member of the Arcane Society," the wild mage said quietly, "by the standards of the Arcane Society, I'm a poor spellcaster—I'm good at calculations and reasoning, but lacking in translating them into spell models. In other words, my spellcasting level is always at the elementary level, such a mage is not welcome in the secret law society."

"So they drove you away?" Amber felt incredible. She knows that a real mage is very precious, even if his spellcasting level is very lame - lame is only for those masters of secret magic, in the eyes of ordinary people, even a mage who can only release a small fireball is unbelievable Great people, even if these grassroots spellcasters are not valued in the secret law meeting, they will not be swept out of the house.

"I left by myself," the wild mage shook his head and turned to look at Betty. "For my daughter, in order to cure her, I had to leave."

Betty stared blankly at the wild mage, then nodded confusedly.

Gawain didn't dwell on this issue, but stared into the eyes of the wild mage, pressed the hilt of the long sword around his waist with his right hand, and said slowly, "You should know what we are here for—we didn't Too much time to waste."

The stiff and dull expression of the wild mage finally changed slightly. His body trembled a little, and then he lowered his head: "...Guest, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Betty looked at Gawain nervously: "Master?"

Gawain frowned, and after a while, he removed his hand from the hilt of the Trailblazer's Sword, and he slowed down: "Then just wait a while."

The wild mage lowered his head and continued to eat his meal quietly and silently. The only extra action he had during the eating process was to raise his head from time to time and glance at Betty next to him.

The food was to be eaten eventually, and it was impossible for Gawain to wait indefinitely.

The wild mage took the last bite of the sausage, and then carefully wiped the vegetable soup from the soup plate with bread slices. After he finished eating, he looked up in the direction of Betty - but his eyes were not focused on Betty at all. , but focus on more distant places. His body swayed, as if he was about to stand up, but he tried several times without success.

In the end, Betty helped him up.

"Dad, I'm leaving," the little girl supported the wild mage's arm and released her hand after confirming that the other party was standing firmly. She moved to Gawain's side with small steps, "Miss Rebecca and Madam Hetty are still waiting for me. —And the master is here too.”

The wild master's lips moved, and finally nodded slightly. His expression had calmed down, and he carefully explained: "Don't eat anything given by strangers." "Go to bed on time." "Remember to listen to the teacher's words. ." "Don't fight with other kids.

"

The brilliance of reason was gradually fading from the poor man's eyes, and Gawain knew that what he said now was all gibberish.

Although he was barely awake the whole time before.

The figure of the wild mage gradually faded, but suddenly a flame-like thing burned in the increasingly dim phantom. Gawain had been waiting for this moment, and he quickly drew out the pioneer sword, the blade There was a faint shimmer on it.

Amber quickly pulled Betty into her arms and covered the little girl's eyes in time.

Gawain pierced the long sword into the flames in the wild mage's chest, and the flame shook violently. The wild mage, who had already transformed in the direction of the evil spirit, suddenly stopped transforming, and the illusory figure quickly re-solidified into a real body, and then the raging flames swallowed it up. He, and burned his whole body into a hideous and terrifying charred corpse.

It burned for half a minute before the corpse was completely wiped out.

The sound of crackling came from all directions. The cabin disintegrated quickly after losing its owner. In the blink of an eye, dense cracks covered the walls and roof, and the pale light of the outside world spilled in through the cracks in the planks. in the house.

Gawain pulled Amber and Betty and ran out of the house quickly, and just as they ran out, the wooden house completely collapsed.

The collapsed wooden house caught fire in front of them, and the fire lasted for a short time, as if it was not a wooden house but a paper house that was burned down.

As the wooden house gradually turned into ashes and drifted away in the wind, Amber suddenly pulled Gawain's arm and pointed at the foundation of the wooden house and exclaimed, "Hey! Look at that!"

Gao Wen looked attentively, and saw that under the ashes of the wooden house, a flickering line was brightening, and the light penetrated through the flying ashes, gradually forming a complex and huge structure - it was a large magic circle. appearance.

"This is probably the highest achievement of that wild mage in his life," Gawain nodded slightly, "probably it was the problem with this magic circle that caused him to fall into this situation."

While speaking, Betty's figure began to gradually transform into fluttering light spots. These light spots flew in place for two laps, and then flew quickly towards the direction where Gawain and Amber came.

Amber looked down at her hands, the hands that had turned gray and white were reappearing with blood, and as the color returned to her and Gawain, the shadow world's rejection of them became more and more obvious. .

Some shadowy things condensed from the thin mist around them. They had no shape at all, but they were obviously malicious. The native residents in the shadow world finally smelled the breath of outsiders, and some things in the shallowest layer came out. , like hyenas smelling blood gradually gathered.

"We have to withdraw!" Amber said to Gawain, "We are not welcome in this place!"

Gawain finally took a deep look at the ruins of the hut, tried to remember those glowing lines and symbols in his mind, and then pulled Amber's arm: "Go!"

After a brief dizziness, the scene of the real world reappeared in front of him.

The fog of resentment has dissipated, and the dense forest has returned to its original appearance. Rebecca and Hetty, who have lost their strength, are supporting each other and leaning against a tree. Knight Byron is supporting the body with a long sword and reluctantly guards the two women. Beside the master, the two surviving soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Betty should be in the best condition of everyone - she was standing beside Rebecca holding a frying pan in a daze, as if this dull expression had solidified on her face.

After seeing Gawain, Heidi supported her body and stood up immediately: "Ancestor—it's great that you are safe and sound!"

Then she saw Amber who was following Gawain, and her face instantly became subtle: "Didn't the thief escape?"

"Hey! What do you mean by different treatment!" Amber suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was trampled on, "My ancestors and I went to the Shadow Realm just now to save you from death! Brainy old woman..."

Hetiwan did not expect that the thief would dare to scold him in the street, and his face immediately turned ugly: "Shut up! It's so rude! You know what it is to offend the nobles like this..."

Gao Wen hurriedly intervened in the middle to smooth things out: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, Amber didn't lie, we really went to solve the crisis together just now - of course, it's her fault for her to call you big breasts..."

The scene was quiet for a while, and Rebecca raised her hand cautiously: "Master Ancestor, Amber said such a compliment just now, but you have denied it..."

Heidi looked unlovable.

Gao Wen: "..."

Fortunately, Heidi was also someone who knew the big picture, so he didn't struggle with these small issues for too long. After Gawain explained what happened before, all misunderstandings disappeared.

What Gawain and Amber saw and heard in the Shadow Realm surprised everyone, and even Knight Byron, who knew nothing about magic, couldn't help but come over and listen for a long time.

After all, this is an unimaginable experience for ordinary people.

"You can actually enter the Shadow Realm?" Heidi's first concern was really Amber's special ability. She looked at Amber several times suspiciously, as if to see the answer from the half-elf lady's face, "Only Only a few high-level wizards of the shadow system or the 'chosen' of the shadow gods have this ability, how did you do it?"

Amber turned his face away: "I'm the goddess of the night goddess, okay?"

Hetty glared at her: "Don't make trouble, can a divine choice be slapped on the ground by Byron with an ordinary steel sword?"

"Forget it, don't ask questions," Gawain finally stopped Hetty's actions to get to the bottom of it, "I have promised her not to pursue this—she will naturally say it when she wants to."

The Great Ancestor of Heaven and Earth is the biggest, and Gawain spoke like this, so Heidi could only choose to die.

"Bury the dead first," the fog dissipated, and warmth returned to everyone. Seeing that everyone had recovered a little bit of physical strength, Gawain got up and went to the soldier who died of a broken soul. " He also fought bravely and deserves to be buried like a warrior."

The two surviving soldiers looked at Gawain in surprise.

Gao Wen was a little puzzled: "Why, what did I say wrong?"

"After he became a serf," Knight Byron walked over, "it was the Lord Viscount who issued an order, so that serf children like him have the opportunity to enter the territory army and redeem themselves by serving—but he has only served for half a year, so It is still a serf status, and such status cannot be buried as a soldier."

Gawain frowned and looked at Rebecca: "Is that so?"

Rebecca immediately became nervous as if she had done something wrong: "Yes... I'm sorry! But I don't think the serf system is... It's not very reasonable, so let them redeem themselves by serving, I know it's illegal, But……"

Gawain's brows stretched slightly: "No, I don't blame you."

Then he bent down, groped for a coin from his pocket, and stuffed it into the dead soldier's breast pocket, placing it against his heart.

That coin was placed by Charles I himself when Gawain Cecil was buried 700 years ago.

Amber realized what it was the moment he saw the coin, and then covered his eyes: "Mom...at least half the manor..."

But Gawain himself was unaware of this. He just followed the rules in his memory to finish these things, then clapped his hands and stood up: "Now someone has redeemed the debt of his soul, and buried him."

Byron hesitated slightly: "But the rules..."

Gawain glanced at him: "I am the rules."