Alchemy potions can make the soul extremely active, just like heating untouched firewood and burning flames help the wind. Humans, I mean, any race, there is only one end to overactive fire, that is, becoming a residue

Sauron wrote: You told me he had taken the potion and still lived to this day?

Uriel was about to say something, but Joey twisted the ring and interrupted them.

"It is possible to survive the active fire."

The young man said expressionlessly.

"Mystery cannot be completely conjectured by the law, and order and chaos blend with each other. Nothing is absolute."

"There are even people born with abnormality. They are no different from normal people when they do not ignite the fire, but as long as they enter the mystery, they will reveal extraordinary things that are different from their kind."

Uriel could hear it, but he stopped talking.

"So those things are very likely to be souls." The apprentice had to go on by himself. "They kept burning, maybe they could not ignite the fire of the mysterious man, but they could still communicate magic. And these magic powers were used by necromancers in an unknown way, which is the true face of his magic power change."

Those souls...the rings that could finally speak again also closed their mouths.

"All of them are civilians in Siye City."

When Uriel said this, he felt depressed and painful. "People's souls burned under the influence of potions, some of them were fast and some of them slow, but they would eventually be 'eated' by the necromancer and become the nutrients of his own soul."

"How could he do this?"

The apprentice recalled the bars in the fire, the collapsed churches, the devastated bell towers, and the empty streets filled with crape myrtles and shrubs; the vendors walking around the streets, the rich men looking for pleasure, the flower sellers who struggle to smile, and the busy laborers. The familiar and unfamiliar scenery overlapped, like a spike piercing into his heart.

"I pray to Gaia, but some people say He is dead." Ulier whispered, "I would rather be ordinary, but someone takes away my future."

The apprentice asked, “Is strength the original sin?”

“It varies from person to person.”

But this is not like comfort.

"Cecilia said." Uriel looked at Joey, and the young man felt the mourning in his eyes and turned his head. "Mystery will bring disaster, because every move will hurt others."

"It was not until now that I realized that the meaning of this sentence is not to be wary of the mystery, but to advise the mysterious person not to do whatever he wants."

The messenger was stunned and turned around and looked at him.

"What does Siye City have to do with you, a traveler?" said the young man. "The only person you really care about is Cecilia. The death of others gives you too much sadness. The melancholy brought by sympathy will only kill you."

"But I don't want to become another person because of ignition of the fire." The apprentice replied seriously, and Joey's attitude made him unacceptable.

"I don't know why you are so tolerant of me. I think it's because I treat you as a friend, right? If you just want a follower who is indifferent to anything, then I can't obey my duty."

Uriel said firmly: "This is not excessive sadness, but the right empathy for innocent victims - because I am one of them."

"And." After his emotions rose, he fell down again. He could only blame himself for his carelessness: "I can do nothing but sadness."

"Mystery will not distort your personality, nor do I need a servant." Joey was not angry, "What you need to get rid of is not human nature, but your understanding of yourself."

Uriel was at a loss for a moment. What did he know about it?

"You also have strength, you are the mysterious one; but you also regard yourself as a victim, pretending to be weak and secretly sympathize with others. I have said that the original sin of strength varies from person to person. People like you will not offend you because you do not have the courage to not be bullied. Wild dogs can also kill the timid tiger, because the latter regards themselves as rabbits."

The young man's accusations were merciless and negated everything he had done before his life. There was no more vicious ridicule in the world than this.

"What did you say?!" The apprentice looked at him in disbelief, and a burst of anger rushed out. Ulier finally knew why Sauron's words were always so unpleasant, because if its owner didn't speak, it would definitely make people feel uncomfortable once he opened his mouth.

"I'm really tired of talking about great truths to people."

Since he asked this, Joey was not polite at all: "But for some guys who are stupid enough to be incredible, I have to say: on the one hand, I think he is a victim, crying at the dead, and only knowing how to complain about suffering; on the other hand, I think that he is a hero who saves the world, and feels that he should be glorious and praise after all his hard work, and he will not be covered up when he makes mistakes - because he was discouraged and lost the motivation to move forward, so what else can he talk about in the future?"

"I didn't think I was a hero, I didn't complain, nor was I discouraged!" Uriel realized that this was even more humiliating than being called and drunk, and pointed at me. The apprentice could hardly breathe. If he held the sword in his hand, he would probably cut it with one sword. "You are slandering!"

However, the messenger sneered: "A humble, weak and timid worker, an unlucky man who has entered a new world, feels that he is abandoned by life... He still cares about other people's slander? I think he will treat it as inaudible."

"I heard it." The apprentice squeezed out a few words from his teeth. "What do you have any advice?"

"Very good." Joey replied.

"Powerlessness is one aspect, but thinking that oneself cannot do it is another matter." At this time, his tone had calmed down. "We have no time."

"That's it?" Uriel's chest was not overwhelmed, "It's so much time, and you're planning to waste it on me."

But for some reason, this sentence is very resonant.

Joey suddenly raised his hand, and the air conditioning broke the stone pillar like a cannonball. The aisle was covered with thick frost, and the crumbling beams were frozen directly on the cracks.

The apprentice didn't even react. He only felt the cold wind passing by, and then his whole body was numb.

But that's all, Joey didn't intend to hurt him. This was really a wonderful thing. Ulier had no reason to trust the only person who believed in the existence of the Cloud Train, even if he knew that this trust was only one-sided.

"Very good." The young man repeated, "That's it. It seems that you are not helpless. In addition to the necessary sorrow, you also have to learn to be angry."

"anger?"

“Sometimes it’s more useful than mourning, think about it yourself.”

Uriel wanted to say something, but his throat choked for a moment. Silence is the cloud that blocks the sun, and people are surprised to find its existence when the sun is dim and disappears.

He was not left too much time, and after a moment, the messenger broke the silence: "How much has your magic recovered?"

"...only a little." The apprentice already knew what he was going to do, so he cheered up and replied: "But it should be OK to use magic. Perhaps there will be a difference between time and clarity, and the effect of prophecy magic should be worse here."

This is a large part of his speculation, and Ulier might not have said it a few minutes ago, but now the apprentice decided to give it a try.

"Don't see a lot, just a little clue." Joey taught him how to control his magic. "Don't think about it, the knowledge of magic is in your mind, and it's not difficult to use it; if you use your own soul flame to communicate magic, they will definitely be like an arm instructing you."

The apprentice tried to pull out the corresponding mysterious knowledge from his mind. He tried his best to mobilize magic according to those things, but it was much harder than driving them to attach weapons.

If you have to make an example, it would be like applying grease to the blade, which is the same as using these non-shaped objects to weave scarves. If the latter is really put into reality, no one will be able to do it.

"I can't do it." He still couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed with himself.

"The soul is the firewood of fire, and consciousness is the essence of the soul." The messenger saw the problem at a glance, "Don't try to directly control the magic power, all you can control is yourself."

Strands of magic were drawn from the air by fire. They were washed by the flesh and flowed slowly in the world where matter and consciousness converged. Uriel closed his eyes and wanted to arrange them neatly with his mind, but only a rough outline was drawn.

He was sweating profusely: "No, it's still far from magic."

"Switch it." Joey said, "You used it and recall what you felt back then."

“I can only sense the magic reduction at the end.”

"Then imagine it's not over."

Joey's words sounded unreasonable to Uriel. Could it be that his expression ability is only revealed when he mocks and laughs at him, and he is too lazy to start at other times?

Goddess shoes, I really want to use you to open the bastard’s head!

Uriel was in tears.

...

Danlfin opened the window, and the colorful spots on the ground turned into bright slat wiring. She shivered, and then she felt a little warmer.

"Gavin." said the princess of the Four Leaf Collar pitifully, "How long do we have to wait here? I want to go to the bedroom and go back to bed."

Her brother was also trembling with cold, "Nowhere is allowed." The two of them squeezed together. "There are great fighting outside, there are neither guards nor servants here, we will be caught by the dead."

The word Undead made Danlfin feel even colder: "Gavash invades, will we die?"

"What nonsense?" Gavin held her shoulder, "Of course we won't die. When my mother comes back, she will take us to Siye City to see the Spark Festival, and the next history teacher."

"I don't want to go to class." Danlfin was in a gloomy mood.

Her brother teased, "Because the demon hunting movement is about to be finished?"

"Gaven!" The princess of the Four Leaf Leader was so angry. "Don't say that!" Her anger was more shameful than shame. "I was not proud of Venewards' praise, that was not my honor; if everyone was born into an inexplicable and ridiculous legend, and had to spend his life in a strange land after adulthood, then you would understand how happy it is to be a penny!"

Gavin suddenly remembered that in three years Danlfin would have to go to the icelands to collect the fiefdom, which was the fiefdom given to her by the Queen. As the "Berty's Norn" most admired by the Veneuts, Danlfin had no choice but to refuse.

She had to give up the spring light and fields of the Four Leaf Leader, and guarded the snow-cold city of Venewards alone in the white snow and the bitter cold wind. And Danlfin, an eighteen-year-old girl, was about to wear the crown of the Count of the Iceland. This was what she feared the most.

It was heartbreaking to think about it. So Gavin quickly said, "I'm sorry, Danlfin, I won't say it anymore. You have much more courage than me... This is the honor you deserve."

"I'm scared, Gavin." The daughter of the South China hates the cold, "I don't want to miss this spark ceremony."

"You can also hold a ceremony in Venice," Gavin comforted. "The snowflakes are good too. Think about the benefits, my dear, there are beautiful ice sculptures and furry snow foxes, and long skirts and cloaks may not be ugly than silk."

"I'm so sorry you can't play with me."

"I have to stay and help Fritz manage the Four Leaf City." Gavin replied, "I will visit you every Frost Moon. We will watch fireworks at the Snowflake Festival together, or hunt."

The girl was still unhappy, but she smiled reluctantly: "Maybe there will be sleds and ice skating rinks. I learned to skate in the Frost Moon last year. Gavin, I feel less cold."

The boy was about to tease her again to make the topic easier when suddenly the door slammed and the two were startled.

...

The huge rock hits towards him, but Uriel still sees a corpse wearing knight's armor. He suddenly wakes up and returns to the hall.

"What did you see?" asked the messenger.

"I found him." The apprentice looked anxious and turned around and ran away. "It's right on top!"
Chapter completed!