Chapter 207 206: Return? The treacherous fate!
Maybe the story has come to an end.
But its singing has just begun.
Most people in the city will not remember what happened or what they encountered, but there will always be people who remember that someone records someone... praises.
[When haze covers every inch of the city, despair whispers interspersed in the streets and alleys. The thread of fate is tangled into dead knots, and fear makes people's souls tremble and shrivel. 】
[You spread your wings from the abyss and bring the supreme will. You bring the light of dawn and dispel the shadow of eternal night. You come gracefully in the brocade of fate. 】
【You wave your invisible hand to untie the shackles of fate and let the light of hope flash in the city again. You lead the confused people out of the vortex, and the power of redemption shocks every heart. 】
[You took away the darkness, left the light, you took away the despair, left the hope, above the ruins, the city flourished again, and your achievements will be engraved in the years. 】
[We look up, we sing this affectionate hymn, may you soar in the stars, your grace never fades, may your journey be full of peace...]
Cassandra is singing the song of parting for her Lord.
The Sun God and His daughter quietly waited for this ancient god's favor.
"If I remember correctly, you allowed that temple to stand in this city." As a goddess, the Reckless Goddess is actually not bad at using it, but just doesn't like to use it.
She looked at the temple where Kassandra lived in the distance. The forbidden temple was actually a bit out of place with the city, but it has existed for many years because the god allowed it. "I'm glad you finally started thinking."
The Sun God's response was also a kind of default.
This made the reckless goddess unable to help but wonder, "Did you already know that there will be today? Or did you know that the existence of that temple will worship an ancient god born in later generations but prove its truth in the past."
She did know some information, but this information was not enough to allow her to see the truth in the fog. The goddess knew very well that her father must know more than she did.
"No god can see fate itself. I think you already understand when you meet him that when fate appears, all possibilities that you can see except him are just illusory bubbles."
The Sun God responded softly. His words were actually said to Ian not long ago, but they used a more understandable description like "priority". "So, since you and other gods have not seen fate, why are you allowed such a temple to exist?" The goddess of reckless men was still confused. She knew that the gods in each area were "little eyes".
It is almost impossible for heresy missions to be allowed - this goddess would have previously said easy-to-understand descriptions, naturally because she herself is not a qualified riddle.
This is definitely considered to be impure in this world of magic and miracles. "Hehe."
Faced with the question from his stupid daughter, the Sun God smiled helplessly and looked at the little girl who was still crawling on the ground and chanting devoutly in the direction where Ian left.
"When you were on your ridiculous adventure, the reason why I could respond to you as soon as possible is actually because I have been watching the city in the clouds."
He seemed to have said something irrelevant. "It's my father that you discovered my arrival?"
The reckless goddess was a little guilty.
However.
She obviously thought too much. I saw that the Sun God shook his head and spoke in a calm voice, "Of course not, I am not idle and have nothing to do to observe your movements."
"If you get into trouble, I naturally know how to punish you."
The response of this glorious and infinite god should have been something that made the reckless goddess happy, but such words of lack of fatherly love made the expression on the reckless goddess' face quite embarrassing.
"This time it's not a problem, I've helped save many people." Her expression was obviously a little guilty, but the Sun God didn't care much about it.
He continued to stare at the little girl ahead, "I observed her in heaven. She should have carried my curse, but this curse was silently broken."
This remark was really unexpected by the goddess of recklessness.
"What does it mean?"
Her tone was surprised.
I noticed the smell of gossip.
"She was my priest, the woman who promised to serve me, but a bird fooled her into pursuing the meaning of love and life with the words "freedom, female power, awakening." "Of course this angered me. I can't catch the bird, but I can punish the mortals who violated their oath... Maybe it's a bit overbearing, but it's also to maintain our majesty."
"So I put a curse on her, and this curse will last to her descendants. However, just yesterday, the curse was erased, and even your brother's priest began to believe that she really had a heavenly eye."
"This is what alarmed me... Of course, it was not that I was stingy, but that I was simply curious about who erased my curse, which allowed me to see his arrival."
"The moment he believed that this little girl was a prophet, my curse was erased, which made me curse very curious about his origin." The Sun God spoke slowly.
The Reckless Goddess seemed to have figured out something as well. "So you are still smelting copper!"
Her strange tone made the Sun God's expression froze. "This is not funny."
The Sun God's face was raised.
He is not that person. "Just, just kid, don't be angry." The reckless goddess felt her father's eyes shining, as if she was about to slap her true father's love for herself. She quickly took a few steps back and said nice things with a wry smile. As a goddess, she certainly cannot not understand the cycle of life and death.
"So, you were trying to read his soul, not only because he signed a contract with me, but also because he destroyed your curse?"
She spoke in surprise.
The Sun God nodded.
The reckless goddess thoughtfully connected the clues. "I thought he was just a favored person of fate..." The Sun God's voice was a little scared, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his now healed eyes.
"I should have expected it long ago, but arrogance blinded my eyes. This may be the beginning of dusk."
Just as He mumbled.
The reckless goddess frowned and continued to ask. "You have said so much, but I still don't understand why you and other gods would allow the temple of fate to exist." It was hard for her to believe that such permission was just because the temple was related to fate. After all, the existence of temples involves faith, just as humans involve money, and gods rarely want others to share their faith.
The Sun God is really powerless to his unintentional daughter.
"Of course it was because of a consensus."
He sighed, no longer attempted to enlighten his daughter, and gave a straightforward answer, "In order to weave a hope for us in the final chapter of that evening."
"This is a deal, child." The Sun God revealed the secrets between the gods and the ancient gods. However, they did not inform them what else they would pay in this transaction.
However.
The reckless goddess has her own ideas.
"Is this the price?"
She raised her hand, and there was a ten thousand-year contract that had not disappeared even after Ian left, just like this place had become a kind of "future" after Ian came. "No, it's a harvest." However, the Sun God gave a completely opposite response in a plain tone.
This made the reckless goddess very confused.
She suspected that her father not only burned his eyes but his brain yesterday.
A ten thousand years of working contract is not a price or a gain?
Those slave owners can't say such words! "I didn't even ask what the name of the person I want to serve, oh, yes, he didn't ask my name." The tone of the reckless goddess felt a little sour.
And at this moment.
"Medivh, Your Highness, my god once told me his name, and I think we should remember it." The little girl Kassandra, who had finished singing, suddenly stood up.
Returning and speaking seriously - the beginning of the story is sometimes such a coincidence, Ian may not have realized that the legend about the Supreme Master has begun.
The ancient city of Pompeii remains prosperous.
One of them.
There must be a small number of people remember his story.
...
In the passage of time.
The great power of time turned into a train.
It carries Ian, Malfoy and Riddle to the next generation. Ian and Riddle only felt a warm and irresistible force wrapping them tightly.
It seems like he is in the palm of an invisible giant beast.
Regarding this.
The depressed will and the taciturn Riddle just sighed slightly. The little wizard observed the surroundings curiously. This time he had different feelings through the years.
Last time traveling, Ian felt that there were endless vortexes around him, and his body seemed to be pulled by countless hands, dizziness and confusion filled his senses, as if he was in a nightmare that he would never wake up. But this time, as soon as I stepped into the time channel, a strange tranquility came to my face.
Maybe this is the treatment of legend.
He finally had the real pleasure of traveling through the years. Malfoy's pale face was pressed against his shoulders, and Riddle, who was tied into a cocoon, exuded a rotten woody smell under the magic chain.
Countless spots of light lit up in the void, and the torrent of time flowed by him, carrying an ancient and mysterious whisper, but gentle like the wind blowing wheat ears. "This is amazing." Ian looked around.
Within the eyes.
The light spots of those times will condense into a solid picture.
That's not a possibility.
But the history that passed by them.
This time Ian not only felt the chaos of time and space, but also seemed to be given a pair of eyes to spy on history and witnessed clear and picturesque scenes with his own eyes.
"This is the best way to learn history!"
Ian was amazed. In his vision, there were countless huge TV screens floating in the air. As long as his eyes touched, the picture quickly became clear.
There was smoke and the scorching sun on the battlefield. The soldiers of the Roman Legion were wearing heavy armor, holding spears and shields, and their neat steps were shaking the earth. Caesar stood in the center of the Senate, holding a scepter in his hand and his eyes were as bright as a torch. The elders whispered, conspiracy and loyalty intertwined in the air.
"Even if betrayal is like a shadow, the glory of Rome will last forever."
Even the whisper of Caesar.
Ian could also hear clearly in this passage of time. He witnessed the magnificent scenes of the Roman legion crossing the Alps under the leadership of Caesar. The silver eagle emblem shines in the sun, the sound of war drums is deafening, and the soldiers' armor reflects dazzling light in the sun.
This is a brilliant history.
However, as the picture changed, Caesar fell under Brutus' dagger, blood staining the floor of the Senate red, and the fate of the empire was rewritten at this moment.
The picture is changing.
Just like traveling in a carriage, travelers always have to see different scenery—the candlelight sways in the dim catacomb. A group of Christians were kneeling on the ground and praying piously, their faces filled with attachment to faith. Despite the depressed environment, their eyes were firm and hopeful.
"What time is the history of this?" Ian looked at this scene and felt a complex feeling in his heart, both admiring their beliefs and curiosity about the religious atmosphere of that era.
The screen continues to flow.
Constantine the Great stood in the square of Milan, holding the "Milan Edict" high in his hand. The sun shone on his armor, reflecting a dazzling light.
His voice resounded through the sky.
"From today on the crowd, the people of Christ will no longer be persecuted!" The crowds in the square burst into cheers, and the flag of the cross fluttered in the wind as if it also symbolized the rise of Christianity.
When the scene changed, the beacons on the city wall were woven, the howlings of the soldiers were intertwined with the cry of the people, and the rising sun was the color of blood scab when a barbarian broke through the Roman wall.
These are all major events in history.
besides.
Ian also saw the stories of the wizards.
A Virgin is holding a newborn baby, surrounded by the worship of the shepherds and the three wise men. He can hear the baby's breathing and feel the baby's gaze through reality and illusion toward him. "Damn it!"
The new legend with his scalp tingling, quickly looked elsewhere. In the depths of a dark forest, Ian saw a group of wizards in long robes.
They sat around the bonfire and performed an ancient ceremony. Twelve wizards hunted white dragons on the night of the moon eclipse, and then died, stopping forever before the threshold of the legend.
The huge evil dragon ravaged the city-state.
Ian saw it, saw the flames spewing out of his mouth illuminating the surrounding night sky, and also saw the star fragments embedded on the hilt of the sword when the sword was pulled out of the dragon's body and cut the young man's palm. "Okay, okay! The iron-like evidence is right in front of me!" Ian's pupils reflected the picture of time. He suddenly took out his camera and was about to take a picture of his familiar face.
However.
In the time channel.
No matter how he pressed the shutter of the magic camera, he could not take a picture of the picture presented in front of him. The unwilling little wizard tried Muggle's camera again and it did not work.
Magic, technology.
It seems that everything has lost its effect in this passage.
"My memory is also ironclad!"
Ian had no choice but to rely on his brain to remember the scene he saw. Although he had guessed it, the actual proof was still different from what he realized with just Sherlock Holmesian insight.
Just as Ian gave his memory a psychological hint of "needs super high definition" mode, the power of time that wrapped around him and Riddle and Malfoy began to fade. "Are you arriving at the station? So fast? I haven't seen the Big Four." Ian felt the sudden violent bump in the space-time channel. He felt a little regretful that he arrived at the destination too quickly.
When the illusory light and shadow begin to condense.
Ian took a deep breath.
I began to prepare for the speech after returning to Hogwarts in my heart. Riddle seemed to sense the disappearance of the time channel, and finally raised his head and showed a slightly nervous expression.
As for Mr. Malfoy... he was as unconscious as a dead person. Since some Haierbo still has influence on his transformation, Ian has not been able to find a way to awaken this unlucky classmate.
"Leave it to Dumbledore, he can always solve these problems. If Dumbledore suffers, Malfoy will always survive." Ian was ready to return to his student status.
This does require some psychological adjustment. After all, the things he was involved in not long ago were already gods, legends, Haierbo, saving the world, and so on. Now he has to become a student who is worried about taking exams again. Such identity changes are magical to everyone.
Just when the little wizard adjusts his mindset.
The illusory scene gradually settles.
However.
When the illusory overlapping scenes around him slowly settled into clear reality, the warm office in the expected situation did not appear, and Ian's smile slowly stiffened on his face.
"What's going on?"
Ian was stunned.
He did not see the familiar people, nor did he see the familiar scenes. There was only the second senior brother humming and the smell of rotten grass and pig manure came to his face.
Yes.
They were actually in a stinking pigpen!
The pink piglet was arching Malfoy's blonde hair with her wet nose, and Riddle was wrapped in magic chains and rolled into a mud pit - a boar was rubbing his pale face excitedly.
"Damn it! Let it go away! Stay away from me!" Riddle let out a sharp explosion. Perhaps even when facing Haierbo, the young Dark King had never been so frightened.
There is no other reason.
Because he saw the boar's fangs flashing coldly in the dim light, not only that, the boar had already arched Riddle's robe with his nose and stood up something that shouldn't have stood up.
This pig.
It seems that there is some strange interest in the great Dark Lord! "No!!! Hurry it to death!"
Seeing that the boar was about to launch an offensive, Riddle quickly began to roll in an extremely embarrassed manner on the ground.
He first asked Ian for help, but after seeing that Ian was still in a state of being somewhat accepting and incompetent in the surrounding environment, he could only choose to save himself and crawl on the ground frantically.
There is no way.
Who made Riddle tied up into rice dumplings, it was impossible to stand up and run away or resist. The rope on him came from the props of the temple priests imprisoned the wizards.
"Save me!"
Riddle crawled really looks like a slug.
This scene looks very familiar.
Some scenes.
After all, it was staged on different remnants of Voldemort.
This may be fate.
"Stay away from me! Dirty beast!" Seeing that Ian had not responded, Riddle could only panic and fear that he would be by Malfoy.
The Dark King exerted his traditional skills and tried to use Malfoy to transfer boar firepower. However, he was young and did not know that the truth that applies to some people is also applicable to boars.
The genes of the two are quite close after all.
The more he resisted, the more tender he became, the more he aroused the interest of the "gangster". The boar directly ignored Malfoy, who was lying on the corpse, and stared at Riddle and directly pressed the weak Riddle with four hooves.
Fight against the Dark King alone.
It may also be a pig that can be recorded in history. "Damn it!! Get down! Get down!!" Riddle wanted to roll hard and shake off the boar, but the boar that had grown fangs was incomparable to his strength.
Pigs are beasts.
When Riddle saw that the boar with huge capital was about to let Riddle see his capital, Riddle really couldn't hold back. He yelled in a panic expression.
"Beast! How dare you!!!"
perhaps.
It is not only the power of love that can show miracles, but also the desire to survive. At this time, Riddle burst out with a greater desire to survive than to face death, which made the magic rope on his body slightly loose.
The runes above are shattering.
Invisible power burst.
It's like the second magic riot.
It directly overturned the boar to the ground and made a scream of hissing - it was directly broken at Riddle's belly, and blood and the internal organs in the belly were splashed all over the ground.
"Huhhhh!"
Seeing that the crisis was finally resolved.
Ridel, sweating profusely, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He lay in the mud.
Gasping.
The broken rope on his body slowly fell on it. However, even though he had recovered his spell casting ability, he did not think about running away. Instead, he fell down Malfoy's pants after he came to his senses.
He threw away his torn pants, put on the pair of pants that did not belong to him, and then rushed towards the other pigs in anger and vented his anger.
Of course.
It is a way to cast spells and kill.
A green light suddenly appeared.
Where he passed, the pig died suddenly. He could even cast spells without a stick, which was definitely awesome, but the target he used to deal with was obviously not very good.
The ground is full of dead pigs.
Even the pink piglet, the dark demon king, was not spared.
It can be said to be cruel.
"Enough."
Ian finally couldn't hold it in and looked at Riddle, who was still planning to whip the corpse. He was not just coming back to his senses now, but just now he was using his spiritual power to explore the surrounding environment. "It seems that the quality of ancient props is not good either." Ian glanced at the broken magic rope and dared to look at him a little. His eyes looked at Riddle again, who was still angry.
"I have never suffered such a great humiliation!"
Ridel's face was still ferocious, but after Ian spoke, he stopped. He recovered his magical power and did not even dare to look directly into Ian's eyes when facing Ian's gaze.
Only experienced.
Only I can understand how terrible the little wizard in front of me is already.
Not to mention the courage to raise your hand.
Riddle didn't even dare to think about some conspiracy against Ian in his heart.
After the death and resurrection.
He completely lost his courage.
"Don't panic in everything, calm down." Ian wanted to show his calmness as a legend, but after discovering that this was not Hogwarts' era, he was also a little reluctant.
This seems to be talking to Riddle, but in fact it is actually comforting himself.
"..."
Ridel was terrified when he heard Ian's words. He wanted to say that who could calm down when encountering such a thing that was almost forced, but he didn't dare to speak against the little monster in front of him.
This made the young Dark King's face turn red. "The good news is that we left Pompeii, the bad news is that we were in a mess midway." Ian didn't know if he could meet the second time he was sent from Hogwarts.
This is why he was a little panicked. "Let me guess... are we in the sixth century or the seventh century? Maybe even further forward?" Riddle looked outside, and he could only see the somewhat blurry buildings under the night.
But he did not judge the year based on this. "I don't know."
Ian had sensed the situation around him. He only knew that he was still trapped in ancient times. As for the specific years, he was unable to obtain much useful information from his surroundings.
This is a secluded pig farm with dozens of pigpens and is located in the wilderness.
"It won't be much different..."
Ridel sighed in discomfort.
"How to say it?"
The little wizard showed his desire for knowledge. Although he was much stronger than Riddle, he had only been studying for more than a year and had not yet learned some basic knowledge.
This is not Versailles.
It's just that.
The foundation is not solid.
I'm afraid that this will be expressed in the fantasy world. Of course, there is no basic problem with wizards, but the lack of basic knowledge is still a problem that can only be solved by accumulation of time.
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"In time travel, life has weight. Dumbledore and the old alchemy will at most only think that you might have followed me to the past time and space."
"They will only preset the energy to guide two people back when they are at the top of the sky, and we... are three people now." Riddle said his judgment weakly. "This is not a 1+1 problem, so in the 2000 span, it is very likely that we only span one-third, or shorter." He has sufficient research on time travel. I don’t know if it was known about these things, or the research I did specifically to run away when I was possessed by Malfoy.
"It's not that nonsense..." Ian felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Riddle in front of him and regretted, "I would have killed you if I had known."
"Sure enough, people shouldn't be moral." His words made Riddle frightened. The young Dark King looked frightened and quickly spoke and continued.
"If you kill me, you may not be able to go back smoothly. You are no longer an ordinary wizard, you are a legendary creature." I don't know how true or false this sentence is.
Ridel was too afraid that Ian would kill him on the spot.
"Legendary creature? Involved in private work? Sneak scold me?" Ian took out a broken wand, lifted up the wand and stuffed it into Riddle's nostril.
This is Malfoy's wand.
He can repair it, but it is completely unnecessary. After all, it is not his thing. Being able to use tape to help Malfoy get wrapped around can be considered as a deep friendship among classmates. "No...I'm just talking about the facts." Riddle was extremely aggrieved.
He really felt from the bottom of his heart that Ian was not a wizard at all.
"Why didn't you remind me at the beginning?" Ian ignored Riddle's emotions. The Malfoy wand in his hand had poked Riddle's nose bleeding. "I didn't realize this at the time." Riddle was telling the truth.
Since he was resurrected, he had been immersed in the decadent mood of self-questioning.
Seeing that the little wizard's eyes were still dangerous.
"Don't worry! Ancient time converter! You can definitely find it in this era! It will definitely bring us back to the right time!" Riddle quickly said a solution.
"That's right."
The little wizard thought.
He felt that what the Dark King said was fine.
In the alchemy field.
He is much stronger than the young Dark King. As long as he can get an ancient time converter, he even has a way to communicate with Professor Nick Lemay who is unknown many years later.
"This place is not that dangerous. You can even bring some antiques back. I can help you identify valuable antiques." Riddle quickly showed his value.
He knew that the little wizard was a money-loving person.
This is not.
The little wizard's eyes lit up immediately.
"What you said makes sense."
Ian did not doubt Riddle's professionalism. This was a guy who had worked in the alley. Not to mention whether it was valuable or not, he probably could easily find out whether it was valuable or not. "That's right, that's it, I'm very useful." Riddle repeatedly emphasized, but he was also muttering in his heart that he was all legendary, and he actually had this habit of greed for money.
Except for the giant dragon.
He only knows that crows like shiny things.
So this guy's future Animagus form must be a bird.
"Find a black wizard with time converter, and then you go and do it." Ian is also a little wizard with moral bottom line. He firmly believes that the black wizard of this era must be very easy to find.
Maybe you can run into a few people just by going out. "Of course." Riddle was speechless.
I feel like I've become some kind of dirty glove.
He suspected that the guy in front of him would characterize the other party as a black wizard as long as he found a wizard with the time converter. To be honest, he realized that he was really not dark enough after having experienced it not long ago. "It's settled, I have to go back quickly. Who knows if this is the era of the Black Death outbreak?" Ian first took out the pigpen and cleaned up himself with magic.
Seeing Riddle carrying Malfoy out, he quickly cast a cleaning spell at Riddle and Malfoy. To be on the safe side, he also took out alcohol to physically kill viruses.
"What are you eating?"
Riddle saw Ian stuffing something into his mouth.
"Antibiotics."
Ian used both magic and science.
But he obviously doesn't know much about modern medicine.
Fortunately, Riddle doesn't understand much either.
"You are too cautious." Riddle sighed, not knowing how to evaluate Ian's operation, it was difficult for him to connect the overly cautious little wizard in front of him with the figure who was as good as a god and a demon.
It is said that people are multifaceted.
But the gap is too big.
"Be careful to sail the ten thousand years of ship. You may not know that I was killed by a teacher." Ian spoke for granted, just as he was about to tell Riddle a story.
"Is it successful?"
suddenly.
A slightly light and tender voice came from my ears.
The voice was filled with a sense of surprise.
Ian turned his head suddenly, his eyes following the source of the sound. Riddle quickly adjusted his posture, pulled out the wand in his nostrils and looked around vigilantly.
He is now a frightened bird, and the green gnawing melon is about to emerge.
"Who is there?"
Because there has not been any magical transformation, Riddle does not have night vision. Fortunately, Ian is no different from the daytime at night, and the little wizard quickly locked in the source of the sound.
I saw a little girl who looked younger than Kassandra, standing not far away, followed by two knights in gorgeous armor.
They were wearing knights in shiny armor, with complex family emblems engraved on them, holding long swords in their hands, and their eyes were very alert, as if they were loyal guards guarding the little girl.
The little girl looks quite an extraordinary identity.
She was wearing a gorgeous white dress with layers of skirts, embroidered with exquisite golden patterns, which meandered and circled, as if they were ancient mysterious symbols, telling the glory of the family. There was a dazzling ruby brooch tied at the collar, and the light of the brooch and the golden thread on her body shone with each other.
It makes her look more noble.
Because of the little girl's sign.
The two knights did not take action immediately.
"Be careful, Your Highness."
One of the knights reminded the little girl, staring at Riddle's glowing wand. "I think my experiment should have been successful?" The little girl didn't listen to the knight's reminder at all. She walked forward and pushed Riddle away, aimed at her wand and looked at the pigpen.
Her eyes were on the boar that was broken.
"Are you all the piglets they gave birth to?" The little girl turned her head and looked at Ian, Riddle, and Malfoy who was thrown on the ground, and her eyes finally locked on Ian.
Her face is round and cute, her skin is as white as snow, with a faint pink color, as if it was carved from the best porcelain, and her curly hair hangs on her shoulders like a waterfall.
The moonlight is dim.
But it is hard to hide its charming color. "Do you think the pig is born?" Ian rolled his eyes directly. He was not the kind of little wizard who would be fascinated by the little girl. He was only interested in the big sister.
The little girl tilted her head, as if she was not satisfied with his answer.
However.
She smiled back. "Am I just doing this experiment?" The little girl's eyes were like green gems, clear and bright, and when she smiled, her eyes were crescent-shaped.
But this cute appearance and that calm tone are a little inconsistent. "That's a boar!" Riddle couldn't help but complain about reminding him.
"I know."
The little girl glanced at Riddle again. "So, this is an interesting experiment, isn't it?" Her face was as delicate as a painting, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth, revealing an innate elegance and confidence.
"..."
Ridel didn't know how to refute it for a while.
He realized again that Hogwarts was heaven. Compared with ancient people, he was too pure and good. The Dark King naturally lost too much at the starting line of blackening. "This person is sick." Riddle turned his head and spoke to Ian. "I think too." Ian nodded deeply.
The little girl is not upset about them. "It seems that you are not the little piglets I want to see." Her tone was a little regretful and disappointed, and she looked at the pigpen where there were no surviving pigs.
"Then you have to compensate me for my losses and for the compensation that delayed my time." She raised her hand and pointed to the dead pig on the ground, her voice still tender.
But it still has a condescending tone.
"Hehe."
Not waiting for Ian to answer.
Ridel sneered directly.
His voice was low and cold, with a chilling majesty: "Little girl, you are so brave. You'd better get out of here now, otherwise-"
The sneering threat is self-evident.
"Otherwise what?"
The little girl tilted her head and showed curious tilting her head to kill her.
She was angry with the Dark King in this way.
"Kill."
Ridel advised Ian.
"She must be a bad person when she grows up!"
He even made an excuse for Ian. "You idiot, don't see the two over there..."
Ian just spoke up to criticize Riddle.
He hasn't finished speaking.
Riddle screamed.
The next moment, Riddle found two knights appearing in front of him, pressing him heavily to the ground as if he was about to press him into the ground.
At this time.
Riddle realized what kind of magic props the magic armor worn by the two knights were. He has not yet reached a very high level of understanding of ancient magical scriptures.
"Let me go!"
He started roaring again.
But my head was sinking deeper and deeper on the ground.
The two knights had raised their swords and pointed the sword straight at Riddle's neck. Ian looked at this scene with great interest and analyzed the armor on the knight.
What?
Save Tom?
Do you think he has a good relationship with Tom?
"Are you wizards?" The little girl raised her hand and signaled the knight to stop. She walked to Riddle and picked up the wand, and spoke to Ian while playing with it in her hand curiously. "Yes." Ian looked at the little girl in front of him with a smile. Of course the two knights could not threaten him, but the little girl obviously didn't know that the little girl thought the matter was under her control. "As you can see, I am a nobleman and I also worship a powerful wizard in my family, but I have not obtained permission to study." The little girl seemed very interested in the wand.
"So what?"
Ian continued to smile and raised his eyebrows.
He can fully understand the little girl's heart.
This.
The little girl probably didn't know either. "You guys appeared in my pigpen and killed my pig. This is not a trivial matter." The little girl continued to pretend to be an adult.
"But."
She raised her head, her eyes lit up slightly.
"If you are willing to be my teacher and teach me the magic just now, I think I can not only forgive your behavior, but also be willing to give you a generous reward."
The little girl's brisk voice was filled with a hint of undetectable tension. Her expectant eyes were as deep as black gems, which made Ian feel a little fond of favor.
"He is the one who casts the spell, you should look for him." Ian pointed to Riddle with a ferocious expression on the ground. The suppression of the two knights made him feel heavier than a boar.
"Let me go!"
"You are dead!"
"Your whole family is dead!"
It's still the same in his nature after all.
Roaring loudly.
The Knight kept pounding his head, but he couldn't stop him from cursing. But the little girl didn't care much about his verbal attacks.
She still looked up at Ian in front of her.
"I can always find the most powerful character in the crowd, and you are not afraid of my guards, I don't feel your fear." The little girl's eyes looked at each other with Ian.
The two people are close.
Ian could see the blush on the little girl's face.
In fact, from this beautiful little girl, Ian did feel the fluctuations of magic. She was very talented, but she had not yet excavated it.
"Since you noticed this, you still dare to stand in front of me... This is not smart." Ian did not take out his wand, but just raised a finger and pressed the little girl's eyebrows.
The green light is bright.
The threat of death instantly enveloped the little girl's whole body, causing the little girl's face that had always been smiling to froze instantly, and her shaking eyes became panicked invisibly.
It's not just because of Ian's fingers, but also because of his two knights, they were frozen in silent mode, and they remained in the posture that was overwhelming Riddle, as if they had turned into a stone statue.
She didn't even see the wizard in front of her who was a few years older than her casting spells. "How did you... do it? A wizard wants to chant a spell?" The little girl was really curious when she wanted to pretend to be calm. After all, she had never seen or heard of a wizard who did not need to chant a spell.
"He is a legendary wizard! You compare him with your waste wizard? Idiot!" Riddle still couldn't get up from the ground, he kept spitting mud on the ground.
"Let me kill her!"
Ridel put his head on his back.
Only one eye could see the side, but she still looked at the little girl maliciously.
The little girl swallowed.
Fortunately, Ian's answer made her eyes bloom a little more hope. "You are the idiot! Didn't you hear that she was going to hire me to learn magic? How did you talk to my good apprentice with this pen! My time converter depends on my good apprentice!"
Ian's rebuke was obviously something that Riddle did not expect.
but.
When I thought that this was a nobleman who worshipped wizards at home, Riddle quickly figured out Ian's idea. He could only look at the little girl with resentment. "Can you teach me magic?"
The little girl was surprised and happy, and there seemed to be light in her eyes. "Of course, I have always believed that if you have Yuan, you will be destined. If the gold coins are in place, I can even teach you how to destroy Merlin." Ian really never made a draft when he bragged.
He was twelve years old.
Legendary Person.
Who will expand if he doesn't expand?
"It's just this magic! I want to learn this magic first!" The little girl took out her purse and stuffed it directly into Ian's hand. The heavy weight really makes people feel very destined.
However.
Ian is now passionate about gold coins, not as enthusiastic about ancient time converters. "That's called the life-seeking curse. You have a good vision. My teacher once said that when you go out, you have to learn the life-seeking curse first." Of course, Ian put away the little girl's wallet.
No, don't be idle.
Of course.
He still remembers his goal.
"Of course, before that, I need a place to settle down and learn about the wizard information about you. My servant and I have just experienced a failed trip."
Ian believes that as a descendant of the noble, the little girl will definitely provide him with a lot of help. He thinks it is also a convenient thing to guide a little witch with a very talented talent. "Okay, no problem, teacher."
The little girl changed her words very quickly, which can be regarded as a kind of cleverness.
"What should I call you?"
She was no longer arrogant and showed a respectful attitude. Ian casts spells without spells, which has already made the little noble see his strength. He does not understand the meaning of the legend, but she believes in her own vision.
"Call me in mentor Medivh."
Ian put on a layer of vest.
And thinking.
The story of this vest may have started from now on. If so, then I think there should be some stories in it for my first apprentice?
This is the thought.
"Your name?"
He looked at the delicate little girl in front of him.
"I am the daughter of Duke Dingtargill, the princess of Cornwall. You are my teacher, so you can get a privilege." The little girl bowed to Ian.
"You can call me... Miss Morgan."
The girl spoke happily.
Because you continue to keep your bow.
She didn't see the little wizard's eyes frightened, and her expression management gradually lost control.
The atmosphere is a little quiet.
The little girl Morgan looked up at the stiff little wizard in confusion.
"No! Impossible!"
At this time.
Ridel's horror scream suddenly appeared.
"I don't want to stay here! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!!" His explosion scream was still so harsh and with the longing for the next home.
(This chapter ends)