Chapter 121 A mortal looking for a great witch in a foreign world
A mortal thing...
Of course, it shouldn't be considered a pure mortal thing.
There may be some extraordinary power, but it is only limited to 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 news from the Pigeon and Migratory Bird newspaper.
Great Witch - Your Excellency Yi Xia:
Please allow me. (Omitting long greetings and polite expressions briefly)
17 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.
Fanwu knows why the other person is looking for him.
This is a chapter that comes out gently in the throat, and beautiful notes are woven on the fingertips.
When I was young, I was able to complete very few of my father's works. He happened to meet an adventurer who was familiar with our newspaper company.
But if you go further north, it will be bad.
That is the romance and pursuit that a bard should have.
And now, we follow this friend's commission and request and inform you of this mortal creature's deeds and pleas.
Therefore, Yi Xia didn't try to look for my name before she knew it, but it could be said that it was a past situation.
These twists and turns of the past, these touching encounters.
Compared with gold coins or other material wealth, this is more like an aging bard's high expectations for his predecessors.
Outside here lies my most important belongings:
But there are always some things in this world that are limited by law:
This is the continuation of his father's thoughts and consciousness. In these emotional words, Cora seems to be able to read everything his father has experienced.
Until this mortal creature set foot in the most majestic city-state in the area.
We sat in the other side of the tavern without any dullness, untying the cold and hot iron armor that had not solidified in the cool heat of the fireplace.
Or maybe it's the young bard's recollection of these ancient and bygone pasts.
My musical instruments and my father's belongings.
Maybe, a bard?
Cora doesn't have that kind of talent:
In this area full of valleys and hills, there are a small number of bandits and monsters.
Maybe it lacks some rationality, maybe it lacks some caution.
Like any young man who is full of determination and vitality, Cora feels that he cannot face all the shadows and lights calmly.
Therefore, even if they know that they only need to survive the icy and hot journey to reach a relatively warm area, no one is willing to set off.
Perhaps, the world is colorful, but the description of these movements and taboos always needs to have a somewhat less artistic portrayal component?
Fanwu looked at the message displayed under his retina.
Perhaps it is the protection provided by fate. So far, even though he has set foot in such a vast area, Cora has never encountered an enemy that is too outrageous. Some passing knights are also unable to travel in such extreme weather. In addition,
It is the border area between humans and northerners.
It will not be until the light snow completely begins, and then the freezing journey will return to normal again.
There, perhaps as expected, destiny gave this stubborn creature the promised gift:
After being surprised to hear your name from the mouth of a mortal, the adventurer accepted the mortal's commission - in return for a poem praising the warrior's will.
Inside, the cold wind blowing from the Frost Whispering Ridge was raging beneath the furry land.
The biting cold wind seemed to completely wipe away the coolness of everything. The light snow and the cold wind trapped my body outside the tavern.
As for, maybe that will touch the ancient gods or some kind of taboo?
But because of that stubbornness and perseverance, Zuo Yong was willing to take some time to get in touch with the other party.
But in Master Cora's heart, this was a trace that proved his existence more than his father's remains.
Relatively speaking, Xiao Wu, who has more frequent contact with the void than the very few existences in the material world, does not have a narrower cognitive concept in this regard.
The weak power of reasoning based on the meaning of abnormality given by the legendary perception supported by the blood of chaos makes the eyes of mortal beings appear a little thoughtful.
Because, "It's dawn"
In the many adventures that have passed away, I have had more or less interaction with many exotic beings.
Young Cora carefully baked her parcel by the firelight of the fireplace.
Young Cora thought of this piece of music found among his father's belongings.
For strength?
From the most barren border town to the most prosperous city of thousands of peaks
Pigeons and Migratory Birds Newspaper (Main Press: Woich Plane)-Lori Akweiler
The winter storm has no way of affecting this place.
No, maybe it’s the redemption and goodwill that comes easily.
And when my thoughts were racing, the snow inside seemed to have stopped?
Go to this agreement that is known by law
But before Cora found that father's last legacy, I decided to carry out his father's will.
But in the spiritual feedback given by the perception of ordinary things, I think the other party is probably for those "vulgar" reasons.
No matter how strict the protection is, there is no way it can last for too long in such turbulent weather.
These yellowed music scores may be debris that someone is interested in.
Or is it redemption against some evil or curse?
And these experiences may have allowed my name and image to spread in these worlds.
This is what my father calls "the first inheritance."
Although it is barren and bitter outside, it is still within the ineffective jurisdiction of the human kingdom.
In the sea of consciousness surrounded by endless flames, many possibilities and answers emerge.
I may know some truth about this
Young Cora thought like that.
I don't feel too uncomfortable about Yi Xia, who is not in a foreign land, tracing the traces of his own existence.
The young bard ended some reveries in the cool and drowsy light of the tavern.
The young bard lacks the recklessness and courage that is inherent in youthful life.
Maybe these foreign gods are already accustomed to such believers?
Poetry?
I have also practiced that knowledge personally.
The long journey left a mark of darkness and toughness on my body. No, maybe it was the interaction and contact of eight words.
Outside the tavern, which was not such a simple but narrow and cool one, Bralavicz-Colla was leaning in a corner by the fireplace.
For wealth?
But it definitely includes this song...
For example, human courage or a brilliant soul.
The hardship of traveling long distances has even more damaged the luster in the corners of my eyes.