As time passed, Boom returned to the black market of the Ogu King City in the environment created by the Great Demon Realm. The time in the black market can also be said to be the happiest and most precious memories between him and Rikka.
From Boom's initial plan to sell Rikka to the scar-faced man, to Rikka's violent attack and kill everyone, and then to his and Rikka's settlement in the black market.
From being able to eat only some black bread every day despite being very careful, to hanging up the lantern again and inheriting the scar-faced man's shady business.
From becoming a magic apprentice, to Rikka's first night of meat soup; from looking forward to becoming a master, to Rikka giving him a black wooden staff.
The life of the brother and sister in the black market had neither the intrigues of today nor the helplessness of being trapped in a whirlpool and unable to escape. Rikka's hair did not turn into silver threads, and Boom was always worried about the little girl causing trouble outside.
If everything could be done over again, if the black market had not been razed to the ground by King Ogu's cavalry that night, Boom would still be living in the royal city today, and he would still be the paranoid boy.
The memories regressed little by little, and finally settled on more than 20 years ago. But Boom knew very well that this place was just an illusion created by the demon realm, and he was just letting himself be in the past again.
Even so, I should still express my gratitude.
Just stay here, maybe this time will be the last time I personally experience the life I once had. Those were the most precious years for me and Rikka, even if they are far less powerful than they are now.
Boom raised his knife and dropped it, and two more wooden piles became firewood. As time went by, he temporarily left behind the things of being in the realm of the great demon, and worked every day at sunrise and sundown.
Either making a fire and cooking alone, leaning against the wooden window on the second floor, or lying on Rikka's original single bed, reading a magic monthly magazine that was over 20 years old.
Who is Hastur? It seems that there once was such a person. It seems that his left eye is very strange, and those gray curly hair are more beautiful than the great nobles.
Who is Perseus? It seems that there once was such a person. He seemed to be very tall and strong, and he seemed to be bald.
Who is Christine? It seems that there once was such a person, as if she was a foreigner, and she seemed to have taught me many things.
Although Boom has been reminding himself all the time since he entered the realm of the great demon, everything he saw, heard, and sensed was all fantasy.
But wait for it to come in
After entering the black market in the royal city, Boom seemed unable to resist the spiritual suggestions from the demon realm, and eventually forgot about his three companions.
Rikka... Rikka? By the way! Where did that little girl Rikka go today?
It’s getting dark, can’t we still do business? Can we still have dinner?
Boom's eyes became more and more confused, and he could only see him standing blankly in the small courtyard, tiptoeing constantly to look outside. In the end, he still did not completely forget Rikka, but he just did not forget.
However, it is precisely because of Boom's stubbornness that the Great Demon Realm outside the black market was violently distorted. Countless psychic light spots that were far superior to the peak powerhouses emerged one after another, and in an instant, a petite silhouette condensed.
Black, long hair like a waterfall, and a gray linen hood, although worn, but very clean. The small bamboo basket he was carrying contained fresh beef and vegetables, and his lively and cute appearance made him look like Rikka had come to the realm of the great demon. Oops, it turns out that my brother is waiting for someone, Rikka is going to make dinner now, and the lantern has already been hung!
The courtyard door opened slowly, and Rikka ran in with a playful smile as usual. She made a face at Boom first, then hung up the lantern, and then rushed into the kitchen.
How's it going? I learned this secretly after standing for two hours today. Isn't it delicious? Does my brother like it? A pot of fragrant meat soup was placed in front of Boom, and the meat soup was still floating on the surface.
A lot of cinnamon powder. Boom nodded with a smile, and then started eating without hesitation.
It was night, and Boom was habitually reading an ancient scroll, while Rikka wrapped herself in a bearskin blanket, sometimes giggling, and sometimes throwing snacks to Boom.
Boom didn't blame him at all. He just stuffed the snacks into his mouth and nodded to Rikka with a satisfied expression.
One day, two months, three years, or eternity. The concept of time was completely lost, and Boom felt that life should continue like this until he and Rikka went to the Hall of Valor together.
But he didn't know that he was forgetting every day, forgetting his most cherished memories. The trajectory of his life was like a frightened earthworm, quickly retracting from the Goblin Tribe's Rusty Plains to the Orc Tribe's Udun City, the Dwarf Tribe's
Sombra Castle, the mangroves of Pirate Bay, and the Charybdis vortex where the mermaid tribe resides.
Boom finally forgot about the upright ogre clan leader, the smoke of the City of Halberds, and the pure-blood elf queen's overtures.
Forget the threat of the Dark Elf Queen.
The ice on the frozen continent melted rapidly, and there was no longer the figure struggling to carry his sister on his back. There were no more white wolves on an unknown hill in the Principality of Cisse, the lyrics of the Sugar Cake Family were unclear, and the great swordsman Aguero's ruthless
Li disappeared in the tranquility of the years.
This is a rudimentary magic book, and the things recorded in it are estimated to be something that only magic apprentices can seriously ponder.
However, Boom's degradation seems to have no intention of ending. It seems that Boom has already forgotten his goal of going to the Great Demon Realm, or that he has forgotten that he is a magician, not an ordinary person more than 20 years ago.<
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Dragon...Dragon crystal? This is far better than high-grade magic crystal, and naturally the price is ridiculously high.
It's just...but why do I feel that the word "dragon crystal" is familiar to me? It seems that I have used it before.
Boom sighed, and then whispered. He felt very bad during this time, because a lot of knowledge that he had already known by heart was forgotten, and there were countless distracting thoughts.
It should be that I was born with poor qualifications, and I just had this illusion.
Hey, when can I become a junior magician? I won’t stop at the apprenticeship stage for the rest of my life, right? That’s really unacceptable.
After saying this, Boom shook his increasingly heavy head, and then got into the animal skin blanket and planned to rest for a while. The afternoon sun was warm, and a smile appeared on Boom's lips, as if he thought that in just a few hours, Rikka would be there.
The wild girl will go home and cook.
He likes this kind of life, likes that he has time to worry every day, likes that he is worried about Rikka every day, and even more likes that narrow but warm beam of sunshine.
In a daze, Boom entered a dream, but what he dreamed about were three strangers, one with one eye and curly hair, one staring at the bald head, and one with bright red pupils.
I don't know when, the black wooden staff floated into the air, and it began to glow with dazzling white light, and all of those white lights suddenly penetrated into Boom's dream.
Buzz! There was another sound, and the last trace of space magic stored in the black wooden staff was exhausted, and it fell beside Boom unwillingly.
However, it was its behavior that made the outlines of the three strangers in Boom's dream more and more clear. Countless memories set off turbulent waves, and various scenes of more than twenty years began to appear in Boom's mind like wild beasts suddenly awakening.