Chapter 39: Eat quickly! The power of awareness!
Ian was attracted by the apple, which was as bright as a work of art.
Pandro urged from the side.
"Quick! Eat it quickly, don't let the old witch see it, she will definitely snatch it away for you." As Pandro said, he rushed up and stuffed the golden apple into Ian's mouth.
“Ahem!”
This was the first time that Ian tried to eat something from the fantasy world. Pandro's behavior was a bit rude and he almost choked. The apple, which was bigger than his fist, melted in his mouth.
“Ian is glowing!”
Ariana exclaimed.
Ian could not see her expression.
Because now he only felt a warm and strange power flowing through his body instantly, that strange feeling as if his soul was being washed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes to feel it carefully.
The body seems to be injected with vitality and vitality.
"Bang~"
This was not the explosion of Ian, but the sound of something iron hitting the wall in the hall. Immediately afterwards, Ian could vaguely hear Pandro's panic in his ears. sound.
"That woman heard me calling her an old witch! Let's go! Let's go!"
"Ian, we are waiting for you in the town!"
...
The voices of Ariana and Pandro intertwined.
Gradually drifting away into the distance.
Ian didn’t know how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, the furniture in the hall was back again, and the witch looked at him with a complicated look.
“Unexpectedly, they actually found it...”
The witch's tone was surprised.
"I remember teacher, you said that you cut down the last golden apple tree in the world?" Ian was unable to check his changes through the panel when he was in the trance.
Now he only feels that his mind is clearer than ever before.
"Obviously, before I cut down the last golden apple tree, someone smuggled the seeds here." The witch gave an explanation that made Ian's eyes widen.
"Who else could do this before me?" Ian was quite surprised.
The witch shook her head.
"Stupid little guy, no wizard can be as special as you, and naturally no wizard will get the same preference as you. What I said is just bringing a seed here."
“I don’t know what kind of method it is, but there are too many amazing and talented wizards in history, and many past legends, it is possible for them to do this kind of thing that goes against common sense.”
< br>The witch stared at Ian's childish face.
Whisper softly.
"After all, the reason why legends are legends is that they can create impossible miracles." The tapestry on the wall seemed to be trembling slightly due to the witch's gentle words.
The fire in the painting seemed to be burning more fiercely.
"Perhaps I can find some useful information in the school library." Ian nodded thoughtfully. Of course, there are not many wizards who can be called legends throughout the ages.
“You might as well ask your damn butcher friend. Since he can bring you this golden apple, it naturally means that he already knows where the golden apple is planted.”
The witch rolled her eyes fiercely at Ian with an idiot look.
"He doesn't have much memory left."
Ian gave the answer helplessly. Of course, he had also thought about this approach.
"Then he is really pitiful."
The witch is smiling but not smiling.
"Teacher, I apologize to you on his behalf. He has always been a very reckless guy." Ian lowered his attitude a lot and said in a sincere tone, "I promise to find him for you. Your mirror, and anything else you want in exchange for his deep apology to you.”
Hear the words.
The witch's face was not that ugly.
"I just want my mirror."
After a slight pause, she added.
“And the giant dragon he promised to capture!”
Good guy!
As expected!
The witch has really been hiding deep in the castle and eavesdropping!
"Of course it's no problem!"
Ian nodded quickly and agreed. However, although the expression of Ian, the aggrieved teacher, became much calmer again, he still couldn't help but Pandro cursed a lot.
"Damn shit stirrer! Evil executioner! Disgusting and despicable plunderer!" She gave Pandro many unpleasant names one after another.
"He should have been an extraordinary person when he was alive?"
Ian asked tentatively.
Of course he could see that the witch knew a lot of information about Pandro. "My stupid apprentice, why do you always ask such idiotic questions."
The witch glanced at Ian with disgust.
"The answer has actually been presented to you for a long time, but you chose to ignore the truth." The witch sighed heavily, but what she said made Ian look confused.
What did he ignore?
Why didn’t he realize it?
"Teacher, I admit that I am a fool, so can you tell me who he is?"
Ian had an unbearable curiosity in his heart.
"You are a little pig, but I am not."
The witch sneered, "I tell you, let you tell him again, he can continue to be here after he remembers it. After playing around for many years, do you think I am the kind of person who would make myself uncomfortable?”
Teacher Mara does seem to dislike Pandro.
What she said makes so much sense.
Ian didn't know how to answer the call.
"You know? Including all the creations in this castle, as well as the abilities I show you, these are not magic, they are just a shaping brought about by cognition."
The witch suddenly started to sigh very abruptly.
“Cognition?”
Ian felt a little surprised.
"Yes, in this land far away from the world, cognition determines what you can do here." The witch nodded and continued to explain patiently.
"I believe in the power of knowledge, and he believes that he can do everything he wants to do...Three times, he has proven that his knowledge is stronger than mine."
The witch tactfully explained the reason why she lost to Pandro.
The tone was also a bit unwilling... Luo Jie.
“Is this possible?”
It was hard for Ian to imagine that someone actually carried out the operation of "My Power of Thought" in the trance world.
"Yes, it is so unreasonable that knowledge cannot compete with faith. This is not an impossible miracle." The witch sighed.
While Ian was still wondering if there were any hints in her words.
The witch raised her head.
Looking at the scattered armor fragments outside.
"You need to be responsible for reshaping these guards for me."
Another sudden turn.
Ian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. We were still talking about Pandro just now, why did Teacher Mara suddenly make a 365-degree turn!
Hiss!
The brain circuit of an old woman!
"Ah? Didn't you agree that he would find you a dead dragon to come to the door?"
Ian's eyes widened with an innocent look on his face.
"That is compensation, and this is your duty as an apprentice." The witch sneered and grabbed a copy of the potion textbook that Ian brought in.
“I can only pinch little people, but I can’t build a moving steel man.”
Ian spread his hands.
The witch responded with a sneer.
“If you don’t know, then go and learn.”
What a familiar saying.
“Is this a new assignment?”
Ian has already felt that his sense of existence is beginning to weaken.
"I don't expect you to learn it in a few days, but I will check your learning progress regularly." The witch started reading the potion text and tore off a corner of her dress again.
"Next time, go back to that little girl's town, and then come to me." With a gentle throw from the witch, the fragments of the dress, densely covered with runes, fell into Ian's hands.
“I’m afraid I won’t have enough time.”
Ian’s figure has begun to fade.
“It will come in time, it is no longer the same.”
The witch's voice was filled with understated certainty. She never raised her head from beginning to end, and was reading the copy of the textbook that Ian had brought in.
“Tick tock~tick tock~tick tock~”
The clock is turning.
Ian suddenly opened his eyes in this world.
Rarely, he did not look at the time on the wall, nor at another fragment of the dress in his hand, but he couldn't wait to open his personal panel as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)