Chapter 4453 (Four Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty Three) Introduction
"Tell me who you saw as a magician before." The man with brown hands said.
The man thought thoughtfully and said, "It's just...a person who others say is very powerful in magic."
"What's that man's name?" asked the brown-hand man.
The person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." said, "I can't remember."
"Can't even remember the name?" said the brown-hand man, "or don't you want to say it?"
"I...I can't remember many things." The man said.
"Do you know what sect that person is from?" the brown-hand man asked again.
"I can't remember either." The man replied.
"What sect did you know before?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I know." The man said.
"How come you can't remember?" The brown-hand man asked, "If you lied to me, do you know what would happen?"
"No...no! I really can't remember it. I didn't lie to you!" the man said.
The man with brown hands said: "How did you go to see the man who knows magic?"
"How to meet?" asked the person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me."
The man with brown hands said: "Is it a chance encounter, or what happened?"
"It seems...it seems that someone introduced me to that person." He replied.
"Why should I introduce that person to you?" said the brown-hand man.
"I think it's because...because I...can't sleep well." The man replied.
"Why don't you introduce me to the doctor?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I've seen the doctor," the man replied.
"Didn't the doctor solve your problem of not sleeping well?" the man with brown hands asked again. "Yes." The man replied.
"Why can't you sleep well?" asked the brown-hand man.
As soon as these words came out, the face of the person who had said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." looked a little more frightened.
"I...because...I...I'm afraid..." the man stammered.
"What are you afraid of?" the man with brown hands asked again.
"I...I don't know how to say..." the man said.
"You can say whatever you want!" said the brown-handed man, "You know what you want to say but you still don't want to say it? You don't even have to look at where this place is!"
"This... what kind of place is this?" the man said tremblingly.
"Answer my question first. Did the magician you met before solve your problem of not sleeping well?" the brown-handed man asked.
"I also...don't know if it's...solved." The man said.
"You don't know whether it counts or not?" said the brown-handed man.
"It's just that... there was a period of time at first... it seemed..." the man stopped as he spoke.
"Go on, what's going on?" The brown-handed man said, "You are here and everything is under control. If you don't tell the truth, just think about what will happen after a while!"
"Am I going to...die?" the man asked.
"Stop asking so much nonsense! What did it look like for a while at first?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I seem to have slept well," the man said.
"So it was the man who knew magic who solved your problem?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Then let it be... let it be." The man said.
"What happened next? Can't sleep well again?" The brown-handed man asked speculatively.
(End of chapter)