The white snow covered everything with a blanket, and the naughty boy ran around with firecrackers in his hands. He stepped on the frozen water mischievously and slipped and fell, but he only smiled and did not cry out in pain.
The bus was driving on a bumpy and slippery road. Roger held his chin and stared out the window silently.
The familiar big willow tree at the entrance of the village, the winding river, and the earthen building that had been abandoned for many years and was rumored to be haunted. The large iron gate of the village committee was stolen again. Chairman Mao's quotations painted on the wall were exposed to wind and rain.
It's mottled, so it must be repainted only when city leaders inspect it.
The car stopped, the rear door creaked open, and a gust of icy wind blew in.
Roger turned up his collar, put on his gloves, and pulled the suitcase out of the car.
The tires slid a few times on the icy ground, and the car swayed away.
Roger looked up at the clear sky with a smile on his face.
Smoke rose from the chimneys of every house, and the aroma of the food aroused his taste buds. As he walked, Roger used his nose to analyze what delicious food the aroma came from.
Along the way, the naughty boy was called home by his mother for dinner. The man who was not addicted to poker said goodbye and agreed to continue the fight after dinner. Little did he know that his wife was already standing at the door with her waist pinched, glaring at the man fiercely. The child hid behind his mother and looked at him.
Father made a face.
Warm and harmonious, the most heart-warming fireworks in the world.
There was a crackle, and there were children hiding at the door and throwing firecrackers outside. They looked scared and excited at the same time.
Roger recalled that when he was a child, he would follow a group of older brothers and sisters to shoot birds, set off firecrackers, hopscotch, and play shuttlecock. He remembered that he once again set a pile of corn on fire for a neighbor and was beaten by his father.
He hasn't been home for more than a year... Roger touched his chest, and there was a jade Buddha necklace inside which was not considered valuable. There was a rich second generation in the university dormitory. He laughed at himself that the necklace was bought from a street vendor, and it was a fake jade.
The color will fade over time.
"Real or fake, does it matter?" My mother bought it frugally, and that's enough.
The door of the house was getting closer and closer, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. Roger pulled his suitcase and came to the door.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pushed open the door.
The familiar barking sound sounded, and the big yellow dog ran over happily, wagging its tail, shaking its head as if drunk.
Roger let go of the suitcase, squatted on the ground dotingly, scratched the big yellow dog's neck, and smiled from ear to ear.
There were footsteps in the main room of the small courtyard. A stout middle-aged woman was wearing a cheap down jacket, with patches of white flour on her hands, face and body.
"Mom." Roger shouted softly when he saw the woman, his eyes were a little moist.
"Hey." The woman hurriedly wiped it on her body, "Come in, it's cold outside, the stove is hot, come in and warm yourself up."
Roger smiled and nodded, pulling his suitcase and walking into the main room with the big yellow dog jumping up beside him.
"Where's dad?" Roger looked around, wondering.
"Your dad heard that you came back today and specially made your favorite sweet and sour carp. He is busy in the kitchen." Mother took the suitcase and pulled it hard. "It's quite heavy."
Roger took it with a smile, "I'll do it."
"You haven't been home for a year, and your dad won't let me call you, saying that I worry too much." Mother babbled, turned on the stove, and filled it with a few pieces of coal.
Roger listened quietly, feeling warm in his heart. He felt good about not listening to his mother's nagging for a while.
At this time, the main door opened and a person walked in.
Roger immediately ran over with a smile on his face, "Dad, I'll be back..."
The man took off his silk top hat, with a few snowflakes on his dazzling blond hair. His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth raised, "Welcome home, my dear child..."
.....
Liam suddenly woke up, and darkness embraced him.
The "Night Demon Eye" activated silently, and his vision quickly became clear.
The windows creaked in the wind, the table and chairs fell aside, the ground in front of them was corroded and pitted, and there was a faint smell of rot in the room.
"Golden hair, scarlet eyes, an extremely familiar feeling." Liam sat on the ground and put his hand on his forehead. That dream was truly terrifying.
In this world of extraordinary powers, every dream has a certain meaning, especially for a magician.
"A dream of the future, a dream of the present, or a dream of the past?" With Liam's attainments in extraordinary knowledge, he could only interpret the most superficial layer of the dream.
"It seems I have to find a few books about dreams and the like to supplement my knowledge." Liam smiled helplessly. All he could think of after racking his brains was nostalgia for the past, and the blond man's visit had a purpose.
After adjusting his mentality, Liam put his hands on the ground and stood up easily.
"Huh?" Liam stood there, staring at his hands in disbelief.
Lift up a chair, close your eyes, and carefully check your physical condition.
"Has all the magic power been restored?" Liam's face was full of astonishment. At this time, his condition was extremely good. His physical strength was fully restored, his mental power was improved, and his magic power was full. He was already at the peak of level 2 magic apprentice, and he only needed the last step to engrave.
Runes can be promoted to level 3 magic apprentice!
"This...is this a blessing in disguise?" Liam raised his hand, and the level 2 magic "Fire Lotus" was at his fingertips without any effort at all.
"With my current magic power, I can cast 15 level 2 magics, 40 level 1 magics, or use 5 level 3 low-level magic scrolls." Liam soon figured out the number of magics he could cast now.
"My combat effectiveness has almost doubled compared to the daytime level." Liam showed a satisfied smile.
It is true that relying on scrolls and cursed objects can quickly improve your strength, but you have to be strong in blacksmithing. Without enough strength, any auxiliary means are useless.
He slowly clenched his palms, feeling more confident about dealing with Liam.
I don’t know how long I have been unconscious for. The top priority is to find Nocas and others immediately and return to the Viscount’s Mansion without arousing the suspicion of the old Viscount.
A rustling sound came from the darkness, and a small person appeared silently.
"Happy!" Liam was half surprised and half angry. He grabbed the unlucky angel and said fiercely: "Have you been assimilated by a mouse? You acted like a cat when something went wrong. Now that the matter has calmed down, it's okay."
Came out of the hole."
Little Happy didn't struggle and let the other party hold him.
He spread his hands to show that there was nothing he could do about the feather.
"You said that your power is linked to my power?" Liam read the other person's thoughts at the moment. Although there was still anger in his heart, he rationally warned himself that he must calm down.
Little Happy nodded and pointed at the pitted and broken ground.
"That snake feather comes from Kurag, and there is a risk of losing control for me. It's more of a benefit?" Liam put down the other person and rubbed his chin.
After sealing the feather, I did get a lot of benefits, but this benefit is simply worthless compared with using the "Twilight Ring".
"There are many benefits. My strength is not significantly reduced now. I will notice it when I am promoted to an angel in the future." Liam looked at the little Happy who was waving his arms excitedly and sighed helplessly. "Promoted to an angel? Can I pass this level?"
Not necessarily, there is no talk of being promoted to an angel.
The snake feather from the god of death, just one feather can kill an angel. How powerful was Kurag in the middle of the second era?
At this time, Little Happy waved.
Liam knelt down and leaned over, thinking that this little guy was full of secrets, so he definitely wasn't holding anything back.
Little Happy took out a letter from the darkness and handed it over.
"Letter?" Liam took it, opened the envelope doubtfully, and unfolded the yellowed letter carefully.
"Dear Heir of Death, your humble servant, "Disabled Angel" Sean expresses his heartfelt apologies to you." Liam was refreshed. This letter was from the former King of Angels, His Majesty Kurag.
The "remnant" of one of the angels.
"Your return is a choice of fate. You are the will of the great God of Death, and you are the master of harvesting the souls of all living things. But at this time, you are trapped in the quagmire and whirlpool. The Caitilant where you are, the man named Joshua
The man from Ya is a cultist who believes in the will of darkness. He is the deepest darkness in the world, the source of all evil, and the enemy of the God of Creation."
"Please forgive me for not being able to rescue you directly. Joshua must be solved by you. This is both fate and a test for you by all forces."
"What I can do for you is provide you with a weapon, a piece of information about the Joshua family. This family has a history of hundreds of years, and their secrets are buried in the cemetery. "Mandy's Styx Shovel" can point out the secrets
Where it is, please remember that holy objects have unparalleled attraction to the undead and dark creatures. Remember not to use them completely. Just inject a little magic power. Remember. - Your loyal slave, I look forward to meeting you next time."