Whispering Verse

"We found a cave entrance on the cliff of a forest hill and bet on what kind of animal's nest it was. We couldn't argue, so we climbed in together to check, and then"

Mr. Riddle showed a sad expression, but the memory became smoother:

"Only I survived. The dragon probably thought we were going to steal his things, so he chased me for a long distance before being driven away by the witch who lived in the black forest. But the witch said that I was the one who caused it. The dragon burned down the forest and forced me to sign a contract to replant a hundred saplings in the forest every year until I die or make up for all the losses. If I don't go, my soul will always feel the burning pain. It was so painful that I replanted this year's share before setting off on this trip. I will continue to do it next year, the year after that, and the year after that. This has become my lifelong responsibility, so I can remember this experience."

Shade made no comment with a sullen face. Judging from the Fifth Age Witch's dislike of men, Mr. Riddle was only fined to replant saplings every year, which was really a very light punishment.

Observing the new cards again, Shade, who had faint bright marks on his body, looked at the god across the table. He was sitting there silently. As the light flickered, new cards appeared in the groove of the table in front of the god. The card shows a chic black-haired witch standing in front of the temple holding a sword.

Red light flowed from the [Dragon Calamity] card, and bright white light flowed from the second witch's card.

Not only red and white, but the black and gold of the first two cards also flow into more grooves on the table. Finally, the four colors of light pass through dozens of grooves and converge at the center of the tabletop.

The giant dragon roared, surrounded by a large number of evil spirits, and fought with the shadows of the two witches in the center of the table.

The flames breathed by the dragon require the witches to work together to resist. But the holy sword in the witch's hand can also cause huge damage to dragons and evil spirits.

Spells, dragon flames, curses, holy swords, all kinds of strange lights and sounds, produced scenes that ordinary people could never imagine. Although they are just shadows, the luminous effect caused by the extraordinary power has not weakened at all. Just looking at this battle, you can imagine the devastation involved.

The battle still lasted for about five minutes before it came to a temporary halt with Mr. Riddle's side winning a slight victory.

Mr. Riddle looked at the table with wide eyes, while Shade, who was counting the time, restored all the water containers in his pocket from toys to real objects, and then used a spell to fill them with water:

"Mr. Riddle, I have to leave temporarily."

The conversation was a bit long and was about to end in twenty minutes. But that's enough, Shade has figured out the point of this time travel.

"What? No, please don't leave me!"

Mr. Riddle immediately stood up in panic, trying to grab Shade's hand with a look of astonishment on his face, but saw Shade floating backwards away from the stone table in a strange posture.

The candle across the table went out, and half of the room was once again plunged into eerie darkness.

Of course Mr. Riddle couldn't see it at this time. The white mist calling him home had appeared behind Shade.

"While I'm away, please try your best to recall your past. I will help you find your experience in another time and space. Mr. Riddle, your life experience is really interesting."

Shade waved his hand at the middle-aged man who was a little frightened and frantic at this time.

"But please don't leave me! Don't leave me here by myself! Don't leave me to fear!"

Mr. Riddle also wanted to grab Shade's hand, but failed, and Shade's figure became transparent.

"Please believe me, Mr. Riddle, I will definitely come back. When I am away, please do not continue gambling without authorization. Recall your past carefully. That is your life. That is your strength. Memories will help you overcome fear." .”

Shade shouted loudly, half of his body had been swallowed up by the white mist:

"May the father of the infinite tree and Mr. Ring"

His voice and figure disappeared completely. Mr. Riddle was stunned. It was not until he saw the water containers left by Shade and confirmed that everything just now was not an illusion that he shook it off like an old dog that fell into the water. Shake your head.

He turned to look at the darkness on the other side of the table. He didn't know if there was nothing in the darkness, or if the black-robed god was still sitting there.

The robe rubbed against the wall. Mr. Riddle walked to the wall a little disappointed and leaned against the wall like the corpses:

"Bless you and me."

He said what Shade had not finished.

(Little Mia is running)

He walked backwards from behind the bedroom door. Before the cat could stretch out its paws, Shade bent down and picked it up.

The third time travel experience seemed simpler than the first two.

There is no involvement with Shade that spans thousands of years. This experience seems to be just a matter of simply helping an unlucky ordinary person.

This is not a difficult problem for Shade. There is no need to consider the impact of the subsequent investigation on oneself, and there is no need to worry about the secret being discovered. All he had to do was investigate the life of Sledge Riddle.

Two of the ten grooves have been filled, which means that for every four life experiences he finds, he can open the key once. And eight paragraphs of life experiences that can be called wonderful are probably enough for him to complete his third mission as the Father of the Infinite Tree.

"But then, what's the point of this mission?"

This is something that Shade couldn't figure out. In the first mission, foreigners left fairy tales of a foreign land in the past time and space; in the second mission, he helped the witch with the most important historical position in the Fifth Age. But this time, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t see what significance it had to time and space.

"strangeness."

Stroking the cat in his arms, Shade frowned:

"Could it be that Mr. Sledge Riddle also played a major role in history? But is there a famous man with this name in the Fifth Age?"

Spanning more than five thousand years, if Sledge Riddle was not an important figure, the possibility of Shade finding him was very low.

"Or is it that this time travel has no meaning at all, and is it really just a random arrangement by the [Father of the Infinite Tree]?"

After standing by the window for a while, Shade thought about finishing the investigation report and handing it over to the college before going to sleep.

What happened in 1784 in the Fifth Age provided by Professor Garcia has nothing to do with Shade's experience. The long letter described the story of an unknown witch searching for documents and preparing to participate in the descending ceremony of the God of Flowers.

Shade planned to submit a report saying that he met Mr. Riddle who was preparing to return home from the Dreadfort. In this way, in the eyes of the college, this investigation is a real poet-level incident, which will not arouse the college's further suspicion of him, but at the same time, it will also allow the college to help investigate the "Fortress of Terror" and Mr. Riddle.

"Well, I have a feeling that things won't be that simple this time."