When the moon climbed up into the sky again, its cold and desolate light shone through the heavy fog into the Mushroom House.
Alice picked up the almost red soup pot and silently raised her neck to look at the ray of moonlight penetrating through the cracks in the wooden house. Her bloodshot eyes were full of deep despair, sadness and numbness!
Cry, beg, curse, scold...
She has done everything she can do these days.
It's a pity that when faced with an old witch who is inexperienced, her emotions, whether they are disguised or real, are ignored by the other party. The only thing the old witch does every day is to stand on a high wooden stool while using a huge
The wooden spoon stirred the soup pot, while telling some stories that no one could understand.
And that hateful black snake is entrenched on the roof beam above the soup pot. Whenever Alice wants to escape, it will appear at the right time and force her back with hissing snake messages.
Eerie swamps, scary haunted houses, ugly witches, and creepy black snakes...
It all sounds like a bizarre dark fairy tale!
But what it brought to Alice was unbearable torture and suffering.
Alice could not sleep and did not dare to sleep.
Every time she falls into a deep sleep, the space barrier on the surface of her body will disappear, and what awaits her is the steaming of boiling soup. Her pink and white petite body will be burnt red, and instantly covered with large and small blisters and ulcers.
After the bright red flesh and blood.
And when she was wailing miserably in the soup pot, the old witch would rush over happily no matter where she was, scoop up the scarlet soup with a spoon, and then drink it all. In the old witch's own words, Ellie
The soup soaked in blood water has a hint of fate!
Therefore, the only thing Alice can do is to keep her mind clear at all times and use all her strength to fight against physical fatigue. Whenever she feels that she cannot hold on, she will silently remove the space barrier on her left hand, and then use her heart to
The severe pain stimulated his sleepy spirit and drove away the heavy sleepiness.
Over the past few days, her left hand had been boiled by the boiling soup until there was not even an inch of flesh left. Thick purple-black blood scabs formed layer after layer. Before it could be completely healed, new burns appeared.
Relying on this method, Alice barely survived the last two days.
When Greem's tall body appeared in the mushroom hut, Alice's spirit was already on the verge of collapse! She was so groggy that she seemed to have lost all sensitivity to all changes in the outside world. But what is surprising is that even here,
Under this situation, Alice's body is still wrapped with a thin space membrane, protecting her body from being invaded by the rolling soup.
Seeing Alice's miserable state, the Balrog's heart in Greem's chest beat violently twice, and he almost broke free from the witchcraft seal, burning the anger in his heart throughout his body.
"The ten days have come, I'm here to take Alice away!" Grim said a word indifferently, then leaned over, put his arms into the hot soup pot, and fished out Alice.
Looking at Alice's completely purple left hand and the spots of ulcerated skin and bloody scabs on her body, two small clusters of flames ignited in Greem's black eyes. He suppressed his anger with his last bit of reason and held up Alice with both hands.
With a body as light as nothing, he turned around and left with long strides.
What was strange was that the short, stooped old witch just watched all this with a smile on her face and did not interfere with Greem's actions.
When Greem's tall body was completely obscured by the fog of the dark swamp and could no longer be seen, the old witch stopped smiling and let out a shrill scream like a night owl.
"Destiny! Destiny! Destiny..."
…………
When Alice woke up again, she was already in a neat and bright room.
The room layout is very simple and plain.
A single bed, a chair, and a brown wooden table are all the furnishings in the room.
In front of the wooden table, a burly figure sat there, reading a book quietly.
Alice's body lying in the soft silk quilt twisted slightly. Based on the silky touch, she could feel that she was not wearing any clothes. And there were wisps of coolness coming from the wounds all over her body.
The feeling, mixed with the burning sting, made her itchy and uncomfortable.
Alice gently raised her left hand. The dense white cloth wrapped her left hand like a small rice dumpling. When she brought it to her nose and smelled it, she could smell the smell of hemostatic ointment and skin lotion.
Her mouth was numb and bitter. When Alice stuck out her tongue, she realized that she actually had a leaf of life in her mouth.
Humph, you left me to that old witch without saying a word, and now you want to win my heart with these small favors. How wonderful!
Somehow, even though she was disdainful in her heart, Alice couldn't help but shed tears.
With the wizard's keen perception, even the smallest movement in the room could not escape his eyes and ears.
When Alice's eyes blurred with tears, Grim's tall figure had already appeared in front of the bed, bending down and looking down at her slightly.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
"Um!"
"I've already applied medicine to you. With your physique, you will be able to fully recover in about three to two days without leaving any obvious scars!"
"Um!"
After the simple conversation, there was an unspeakable silence.
They have all been wizard apprentices and have worked their way up from the bottom. They have experienced as many as eight hundred terrible sufferings. In comparison, the torture they suffered this time is not the most severe. No matter which wizard
Apprentice, you have to bear all these sufferings alone. Even if your blood is gone and your tears are dry, no one will bear it for you.
Therefore, both wizards and apprentices have developed a cold and withdrawn temperament.
Therefore, at this moment, both Grim, who took the initiative to ask questions, and Alice, who was being cared for, looked like they didn't know how to proceed.
"Alice, where have you been for ten days? Do you know why the old witch did this to you?" Grim suddenly remembered a question and couldn't help but ask.
"What other reason could there be? Of course it's because she's gone crazy! She's just a neurotic woman..." Alice gritted her teeth with hatred when she thought of this period of torture.
"I always have an illusion..." Grim frowned and hesitated.
"What illusion?"
"She seems to want to help you!" Greem hesitated for a moment and finally expressed his feelings.
"Help me!" Alice's eyes widened and she almost jumped out of the quilt. She waved her left hand like a rice dumpling angrily and roared: "I was hurt so badly by her, and you still said she wanted to help?"
Me? Are you crazy?"
Grim was not intimidated by Alice's baring her teeth and claws, and showed a thoughtful expression on his face.
"You and I both know very well that the witches of the North are a closed group that pays great attention to tradition and inheritance. That Liana and you belong to different witch schools, so she will not harm you easily to avoid getting involved in the selection of the witches of destiny.
"
"So what?"
"If what you and I know are true, don't you think her behavior is weird?"
"Of course her behavior is weird, because she has already gone crazy!"
"Alice, calm down, don't let anger confuse your reason. Just taste it carefully and see what kind of message she wants to convey to you with this behavior!"
Alice still shook her head in confusion.
"Her behavior makes you very resentful and makes you feel weak. So what do you want most when your emotions are brewing to the extreme?"
"strength!"
"Yes, it's power! You need power to strengthen yourself, and you need power to avenge yourself. So where does your power come from?"
"Where does the power come from?" Alice repeated in confusion.
"What you awakened is the talent of the Witch of Destiny! Although there are many Witches of Destiny awakening at the same time, but tracing back to the source, you have to understand where the source of your power comes from!"
Alice shook her head in confusion.
Although she is powerful and intelligent, her lack of experience still makes it difficult for her to keep up with the leaping thinking of the two Greems.
"You must always keep in mind the source of your power." Greem taught earnestly: "The talent awakened in you is the destiny witch, so the source of your power can only be attributed to the word destiny. Alice,
Let me ask you, do you believe in fate?"
Alice raised her head, looked into Grim's firm eyes, and finally began to seriously think about the true meaning of the Witch of Destiny's talent to herself for the first time.
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in fate?
Asking herself over and over again, Alice became demented for a while.
Yes, since the awakening of her talent, the power of space has become like an instinct, becoming her ability to come and go at a moment's notice. Relying on this powerful space talent, she can easily defeat all enemies of the same species.
level rivals.
The powerful force confused her.
The awe and praise from everyone also made her feel elated.
She was intoxicated by one success after another, but she had forgotten where her true strength came from!
destiny?
destiny!
Looking back on the journey after becoming a wizard's apprentice, she seemed to have never consciously understood and grasped what fate was and what destiny was.
She just enjoyed the glory that her destiny brought her with peace of mind, but never tried to get close to it or understand it.
So at this moment, when she successfully tasted the humiliation of being weak, when she once again longed for powerful power, where should she go? Meditate day after day like other wizards, accumulate knowledge and resources, and strengthen her own power.
,still……
Alice suddenly felt confused.
Even if she recognizes her path forward and understands the nature of her power, how should she understand that elusive fate?
Could it be that shouting "Destiny, I believe in you" to the sky can make you gain more power?
After thinking a lot and still unable to find a clear way out, Alice finally raised her head and cast her hopeful eyes on Grim.
"What should I do? Teach me!" Alice asked sincerely for the first time.
"Do you believe in fate?" Grim asked again seriously.