Chapter 1039: A mortal looking for a great witch in a foreign world (two updates!)
A mortal thing...
Of course, it shouldn't be considered a pure mortal thing.
There may be some supernatural power, but only for apprentices?
Compared to why the other party is looking for her, Yi Xia is more curious about another question at the moment:
How did he find a way to send himself a message.
In the living room of Liucheng's residence, Yi Xia took a gourd of mint witch medicine from the sky while reading the message from the Pigeon and Migratory Bird News Agency:
"
Great Witch-Your Excellency Yi Xia:
Please allow me... (omitting long greetings and polite expressions briefly)...
In short, a mortal from Fabribi, the Star of Thousand Peaks (a small to medium-sized extraordinary world with some legendary existence), is looking for traces of you in his country.
From the most barren border town to the most prosperous city of thousands of peaks...
Until this mortal creature set foot in the most majestic city-state in the area.
There, perhaps destiny gave this stubborn creature the promised gift:
He happened to meet an adventurer who was familiar with our newspaper.
After being surprised to hear your name from the mouth of a mortal, the adventurer accepted the mortal's commission - in exchange for a poem praising the warrior's will.
And now, we follow this friend's commission and request and inform you of this mortal creature's deeds and pleas.
——Pigeons and Migratory Birds Newspaper (Main Press: Woich Plane)-Lori Akweiler
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Yi Xia looked at the message displayed on her retina.
He was not too surprised that there were mortal objects from other lands tracing traces of his own existence.
In the many adventures that have passed away, he has also had more or less interactions with many foreign beings.
Some, maybe it's the redemption and kindness that comes easily.
Some, maybe a few words of interaction and contact.
And those experiences may have allowed his name and image to be passed down in those worlds.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for a mortal creature to try to look for him after learning his name.
Relatively speaking, the Great Witch, who has more frequent contact with the void than most beings in the material world, has a more generous cognitive concept in this regard.
Yi Xia didn't know why the other party was looking for her.
However, out of recognition of this stubbornness and perseverance, Yi Xia is willing to take some time to get in touch with the other party.
For strength?
For wealth?
Or is it redemption against some evil or curse?
Many possibilities and answers emerged in Yi Xia's sea of consciousness surrounded by endless fire.
Maybe those foreign gods are already used to such believers?
But in the spiritual feedback from Yi Xia's perception, he felt that the other party was probably not for these "vulgar" reasons.
Poetry?
Maybe, a bard?
The powerful power of reasoning that ignores ordinary meanings given by the legendary perception supported by the Chaos bloodline made Yi Xia's eyes appear a little thoughtful.
In this regard, he may know some truth...
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In the tavern, which was not that luxurious but was spacious and warm enough, Branlavic Corrado was leaning in a corner by the fireplace.
The cold wind blowing from the Frost Whispering Ridge outside is raging in this barren land.
The biting cold wind seemed to completely sweep away the warmth from everything.
No matter how strict the protection is, it will not last long in such bad weather.
Some passing knights were unable to travel in such extreme weather.
They sat somewhat dullly on the other side of the tavern, taking off their somewhat solidified cold iron armor under the warmth of the fireplace.
Although it is barren and bitterly cold, it is still within the effective jurisdiction of this human kingdom.
But if you go further north, it's hard to say.
That's the border area between humans and northerners.
In that area full of valleys and hills, there are a large number of bandits and monsters.
The winter storm cannot affect it there.
Therefore, no one is willing to set off even if they know that they only need to survive this icy journey to reach a relatively warm area.
It will not be until the heavy snow is completely over and the frozen journey will return to normal again.
Corrado carefully baked his parcel by the light of the fireplace.
There he placed his most important items:
His musical instrument and a relic from his father.
Those yellowed musical scores may be debris that no one cares about.
But in Corrado's heart, that was a trace that proved his father's existence more than his father's remains.
It was a 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 twists and turns of the past, 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 hardship of the long journey has even more 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 a brilliant soul.
Or maybe it's the young bard's recollection of the ancient and bygone past...
It was a chapter that came out gently in the throat, and beautiful notes were woven on the fingertips.
Corrado has such a talent:
When he was young, he was already able to complete most of his father's works.
But never include that one...
Corrado thought about the music found among his father's belongings.
That was what my father called his "last legacy."
Compared with gold coins or other material wealth, it is more like an aging bard's high expectations for his descendants.
Maybe it lacks some rationality, maybe it lacks some caution.
But after Corrado found his father's last legacy, he decided to carry out 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 kind of taboo?
The young bard does not lack the recklessness and courage that a young life should have.
Like all young people who are full of determination and vitality, Corrado feels that he can face all shadows and darkness calmly.
He also practiced this knowledge personally.
Perhaps due to the protection provided by fate, until now, even though he has set foot in such a vast area, Corrado has not encountered an enemy that is too outrageous.
Perhaps, the world is colorful, but for the description of those dangers and taboos, there is always a need for more artistic portrayal elements?
Corrado thought so.
And when his thoughts were racing, the snow outside seemed to have stopped?
Because, "it's dawn"...(End of Chapter)