Chapter 1039 A Mortal in Search of a Great Witch in a Foreign Land (2nd Update!)

A mortal...

Of course, it should not be considered a pure mortal.

Maybe he has some extraordinary powers, but is it limited to that of an apprentice?

Compared to why the other party is looking for him, Yi Xia is more curious about another question at this moment:

How did he find a way to pass the message to him.

In the living room of Liucheng Residence, Yi Xia took a gourd of mint witch medicine from the void while looking at the message from the Pigeon and Migratory Bird Newspaper:

"

Great Witch-Emperor Yi Xia:

Please allow me... (omit the long greetings and polite language)...

In short, a mortal from the Thousand Peaks Star-Fabribi (a small and medium-sized extraordinary world with a few legends) is looking for your traces in his country.

From the most barren border town to the most prosperous Thousand Peaks Capital...

Until this mortal set foot in the most magnificent city-state in the area.

There Here, or as expected, fate gave this stubborn mortal the promised gift:

He happened to meet an adventurer who was familiar with our newspaper.

After being surprised to hear your name from a mortal, the adventurer accepted the commission of this mortal-a poem praising the will of the warrior as a reward.

And now, we follow the commission and request of this friend and tell you about the deeds and plea of ​​this mortal.

——Pigeon and Migratory Bird Newspaper (Main Office: Voich Plane)-Lori-Akwell

"

Yi Xia looked at the message displayed on the retina.

For mortals from foreign lands, he was not too surprised to trace the traces of his existence.

In the many adventures that have passed, he has also had more or less interactions with many foreign beings.

Some, perhaps it is redemption and kindness.

Some, perhaps it is a few words of interaction and contact.

And those experiences may also allow his name and image to be passed down in those worlds.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable for some mortals to try to find him after knowing his name.

Relatively speaking, the Great Wizard, who has more frequent contact with the void than most beings in the material world, has a more ample cognitive concept in this regard.

Yi Xia did not know why the other party was looking for him.

However, out of affirmation of this stubbornness and obstinacy, Yi Xia was willing to take some time to contact the other party.

For power?

For wealth?

Or redemption against some evil or curse?

In Yi Xia's sea of ​​consciousness surrounded by endless flames, many possibilities and answers emerged.

Perhaps for those foreign gods, they are already accustomed to such believers?

But in the spiritual feedback given by Yi Xia's perception, he felt that the other party was probably not out of these "vulgar" reasons.

Poetry?

Perhaps, it will be a bard?

The powerful power of the legendary perception supported by the chaotic bloodline, which ignores the ordinary meaning of reasoning, makes Yi Xia's eyes appear a little thoughtful.

In this regard, he may know some truths...

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In a tavern that is not so luxurious but spacious and warm enough, Branlavich Corrado is leaning against a corner by the fireplace.

The cold wind blowing from the Frostwhisper Ridge outside is raging on this barren land.

The icy cold wind seems to completely rob everything of its warmth.

No matter how strict the protection is, it cannot last too long in such bad weather.

Some passing knights cannot travel in such extreme weather.

They sat on the other side of the tavern in a somewhat dull mood, and untied the somewhat solidified cold armor under the warm baking of the fireplace.

Although this place is barren and bitterly cold, it is still within the effective jurisdiction of this human kingdom.

It's hard to say if you go further north.

That is the border area between humans and the people of the North.

In that area full of valleys and hills, there are a large number of bandits and monsters.

The winter storm cannot affect there.

Therefore, even though they knew that they could reach a relatively warmer area by just enduring this icy road, no one was willing to set off.

It was not until the heavy snow completely ended that the frozen journey would return to normal.

Corrado carefully toasted his package by the firelight of the fireplace.

It contained his most important items:

his musical instruments and his father's relics.

Those yellowed music scores might be sundries that no one cared about.

But in Corrado's heart, they were traces that could prove his existence better than his father's remains.

They were the continuation of his father's thoughts and consciousness. In those emotional words, Corrado seemed to be able to read everything his father had experienced.

Those tortuous and confusing past events, those touching encounters.

The young bard began to have some reverie under the drowsy warm firelight of the tavern.

The long journey left a dark and tough mark on his body.

The grinding of the long journey also damaged the luster that once existed in the corners of his eyes.

Heavy snow and cold wind trapped his body in this tavern.

But there are always some things in this world that cannot be limited:

For example, human courage or brilliant soul.

Or, the young bard's tracing of the ancient and past...

That was a chapter that came out gently from the throat, and woven beautiful notes from the fingertips.

Corrado had such a talent:

When he was young, he had already completed most of his father's works.

But that one was definitely not included...

Corrado thought of the music he found in his father's relics.

That was the "last legacy" his father had said.

Compared to gold coins or other material wealth, it was more like an old bard's earnest expectations for his descendants.

Maybe it lacked some rationality, maybe it lacked some caution.

But after Corrado found the last legacy of his father, he decided to fulfill his father's will.

Go to that unknown promise...

This is the romance and pursuit that a bard should have.

As for, maybe this will touch the ancient gods or some taboos?

The young bard is not lacking in the recklessness and courage that belong to the immature life.

Like all young people full of determination and vigor, Corrado feels that he can face all shadows and darkness calmly.

He also put this cognition into practice.

Perhaps it was the protection given by fate. So far, even though he had set foot in such a vast area, Corrado had not encountered too outrageous enemies.

Perhaps the world is colorful, but the description of those dangers and taboos always needs to be more artistic?

Corrado thought so.

And when his thoughts were flying, the snow outside seemed to stop?

Because, "it's dawn"...