Roy glanced over the newly agreed master and apprentice.

Casillas Burns/Arzu

Age: 14

...

Cosimo Maraspina

Age: 180

Identity: Alchemist, Skiller

...

The legendary creator appeared alive in the reach of his hand, the hair on his face, the breath between his mouth and nose, the faint body odor, the hair, beard, and the chaotic energy that overflowed the body, were all so clear that it was no different from the real world...

Is this really an illusion?

"Who is your Excellency?"

The old man with white beards turned his head and his eyes turned to this uninvited guest in the pavilion.

The young man Alzu was shocked, and he didn't notice that there was another person next to him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." Roy owed to the two and looked at the boy, "I just wanted to come over and say hello. We've seen it before, in the Burns Family Garden..."

Roy mentioned the last garden bullying incident.

Cosimo looked at the newly accepted disciple with questions.

Arzu opened his mouth wide, his palm unconsciously rubbed the rough surface of the stone pillar, repeatedly observing the face of the witch hunter, shaking his head,

"His Excellency Roy admitted the wrong person, I don't remember seeing you anywhere!"

"You remember correctly?"

"Teacher, I have always had the ability to remember everything I have ever seen. As long as I have seen someone I have ever seen, I can remember it for a lifetime. But I have no impression of him." He muttered, "But he said it right again. I like to read the "Guide to the Knight's Virtues."

Why can't you remember me?

The reality of the scene after these fogs is definitely not comparable to that of the illusion.

He even thought he had returned to the past.

First, I had a chat with Arzu as a child, and then I was a teenager.

But why did he have no impression of himself and did not have the so-called butterfly effect at all?

Roy was a little incomprehensible.

But he felt that the answer to this question was directly at the core of the foggy world!

"Sorry, just pretend I recognized the wrong person." The witch hunter said regretfully.

"Why not come in and sit and communicate? There are not many humans in the world who control chaotic energy. Since they meet it, it is a fate." The old man smiled and invited him warmly.

Roy nodded and sat on the stone bench opposite the two.

"I'm going to ask... Are you from east of the Blue Mountain?" Cosimo's vicissitudes of eyes swept through his clothes, his physical signs, and his chaotic energy as light as a tulle all over his body.

"The old man asked himself about his extensive knowledge, but he didn't remember where people dressed like you in the north and south, with special enchanted leather armor and double swords, wearing silver beast talismans, a body of magic potions, and silver-gray vertical pupils."

Roy felt a wonderful feeling.

The creator of the witch hunter actually questioned his identity.

But he thought about it again and again, they had not been created yet at this point in history.

He had an interesting idea.

"I live in the northern border and began to wander around in a long time ago. The world is so vast that it is not uncommon for Master Cosimo to have never seen me."

"Are your eyes born like this? Are you a natural controller of chaos energy?"

"Same as me?" Alzu suddenly felt that this stranger who suddenly broke in was much more pleasing to her.

"On the contrary, I have undergone acquired human transformation and mutation..." Roy grinned at the two of them and said frankly, "From an ordinary person, he has become a little bit of magical talent. He has brought two swords and learned a few insignificant magic tricks, traveling around the world, dealing with monsters, water ghosts, zombies, and high-level vampires who attack and kill humans. You should know that the world is very chaotic now, full of dangers, and there are many evils that are fatal to ordinary people."

"Transformation, mutation?" Cosimo keenly captured the key point in his words, with a ray of hot fire flashing through his eyes. "This is somewhat similar to the project of the Warlock Brotherhood in Risberg Castle."

"Kill the monster? Be a hero and righteous person," Arzu's face turned slightly red with excitement, as if he had found a like-minded companion, "Isn't it just a chivalrous spirit?"

...

"Master Cosimo, did you mention Risberg's transformation project?" Roy interrupted the two of them and asked with interest.

"You are so honest, it would be too petty for the old man to hide it anymore... Then let's talk." The old man stroked his white beard and said, "A group of mages, with the support of the Northern Warlock Brotherhood, carried out mutation and transformation experiments against ordinary humans, trying to make ordinary people have magic qualifications to deal with the dark monsters all over the world, and even become powerful thugs."

"It's a pity that there has been no progress so far, and the outcome of the experiment participants is terrible."

"Ah, all dead?" Arzu interrupted.

"Well, no one will live..." Cosimo looked at the witch hunter, "so you claim that you have passed the transformation and mutations as much as a miracle... If it is convenient, how to deal with it, put your secret to success..."

Roy smiled, thought for a moment, and said the words without reservation, and at first Resort told him the insights of the creator of the witch hunter.

"Time will take the price. The old clay is getting harder and harder. Adults cannot transform it and can only collapse into slag. Only young lives have 'plasticity'."

plasticity?

Cosimo Manaspina was shocked, and she supported her chin with both hands. She sat on the stone bench, and fell into a state of contemplative thought like a devil.

And Roy looked at Arzu again.

"Boy, are you still being beaten? Are you still meddling in other people's business to gain recognition from others?"

"Ah, how do you know so clearly? Have we ever seen you? I forgot you?" Arzu frowned, with a look of seeing a ghost.

"Please answer me."

The mist slowly surged from all around the pavilion, covering the thinking Cosimo,

"I will practice it for my whole life..." Arzu's firm words became intermittent in the fog.

"So anyone recognizes you?"

"Liliana..." The young voice was a little more shy, "The first person who recognized me not only saved my life, but also supported my actions without reservation, and had a nobler and greater ideal than me."

The voice ends...

The thick fog covers everything.

Roy sat in the chaotic mist and sighed.

No matter what he is experiencing now, it is all related to Arzu, the creator of the witch hunter.

He had another goal in his mind.

He wanted to witness history in this mysterious fog and figure out how Arzu's life changed.

And how to get the fragments?

The mist was filled with mist, and soon another scene was another scene.

...

The handsome and tall young man with slightly curly black hair, and a woman with pink face and peach cheeks, beautiful eyes and medicine baskets on her knees sat by the clear stream, allowing the stream to soak her ankles.

The girl comfortably stirred the waves with her fair little feet, and her black hair reflected the bright sunshine. The smile on her face was sweet and charming, while the man lowered his head and frowned.

"Arzu... I finally met you, so I should be happy!" The girl used her hand covered with streams to touch his side face intimately, "I like to see you laugh. Tell me if you have any unhappiness!"

"Liliana...I just learned from the teacher that because of the transformation of Chaos Energy, the warlock can live for a long time..."

"How long?" The girl tilted her head, leaned against his shoulder, and exhaled a hot air in his ears playfully.

"There are several lives of ordinary people, no, maybe ten lives." Arzu suddenly turned pale, and he stretched out his right hand tremblingly, hugging her shoulder tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. With such force, the girl suffocated slightly, "I'm very worried, do you understand?"

The girl pursed her lips, leaned in his arms, looked up at him,

"It's all my fault that I'm too stupid and have no talent... I can't learn magic with you. But isn't there an old saying, no matter how long I live, as long as I have an ideal, my life will not be wasted."

"Not enough." Arzu hugged its fragrant shoulders and murmured to himself. The young people's love troubles appeared on his heroic and handsome face. "I can't imagine how to live without you by my side in the future."

"You're thinking too far. Am I alive now? As long as I'm still here, I will keep in mind you and pray for you."

"Don't worry, smile and say happy, how are you doing magic?"

"The teacher said I am a genius that I am a rare genius in a century." Arzu waved his left five fingers as if he was plucking the strings. A huge vortex suddenly appeared in the middle of the gurgling stream. As he turned, water splashed everywhere.

A crystal clear water ball the size of a sandbag drilled out of the vortex and hovered in front of the two of them.

As Arzu hooked his fingers, it quickly changed into various animal forms, such as dogs, sheep, cows, snakes... like a wonderful magic.

"Liliana, the chaos energy is too powerful. I have only been learning magic for ten years."

"The scums who used to beat me hard and the scumbags, now I can solve them with just one finger."

"I only know now that it is so simple to be a hero and to eliminate evil."

A young man's face shone with confidence that he had never felt before.

But the enthusiasm and stubbornness that was once beaten by several unknown men was gradually extinguished like a small fire under the embers.
To be continued...