As if he could hear the helplessness in the witch's tone, Gregory smirked and scratched his head: "So witch, is there anything you have to do with me?"

So, the witch's expression finally became helpless, and the helplessness in her tone became more obvious: "It's not me who came to you, but I came to you at your call and inherit the will of the flame. I'm just here to provide you with help within my power."

"I'll summon you?"

Gregory was a little confused about the situation. The witch sighed slightly, her face full of helpless expressions, but she still had to explain to Gregory in detail: "Let's talk about this place first. This is the heart of the world, the place where the fire was burning. It was here that the ancient king Nick found the original fire, and guided the energy of the fire to establish the city of hope.

And I, the witch, the guardian of the flame, and the attendant of the world's will. When you are chosen by the world's will and inherit the will of the flame, I will also regard you as the main one, for...hey, sir, are you still listening?"

"Ah, ah, yes, where did you just talk about?"

Gregory shuddered, stared at the witch as soon as he came to his senses, rolled his throat a few times, and finally couldn't help it and yawned.

"Simply put, you can regard this place as your home, and the proof of flame... The spiral black sword is the key to home, and I, the one who helps you, can you understand?"

The witch had to explain it in the simplest language. As for whether Gregory could understand it... it was better than letting him hear him fall asleep?

"I understand after saying this!"

Gregory slapped his head: "So, can you help me kill that big snake?"

"No," the witch sighed again: "I am still in the tower of the Central Ring City, and cannot come to you to help you."

"Oh, that's it..."

Gregory said, his tone full of disappointment, and the witch sighed for the third time and had to add: "But I can provide you with other help, such as restoring your injuries, healing your illness, strengthening your strength, etc."

"That's great!" Gregory's face suddenly became happy: "Please cure me quickly!"

"OK."

The witch nodded, but as soon as she raised her hand, she froze: "Have you...hasn't you killed the violent beast in the past month?"

"Of course there are, and I have killed a lot, but this time I was not lucky and encountered a dragon python. If Sawyer was there, he would have been able to kill the big snake!"

Gregory couldn't stop as soon as he opened his mouth, and the witch had to interrupt him, looking back at the black sword inserted in the bonfire: "So, have you not used this weapon?"

"Ah, you're talking about this..." Gregory scratched his head awkwardly, "This weapon is not suitable for me. It's useless except when I first left the city a few times."

In fact, Gregory said this to the witch very much. The actual situation is that he has never used a gray beast since he used this spiral black sword to kill him, and later lost the sword. However, Gregory didn't care. After all, this weapon is not suitable for fighting in his opinion, let alone "give him the power to fight against darkness."

As soon as he heard this, the witch immediately understood and said with a laugh and cry: "Sir, I can only help you after you use this sword to kill those monsters, otherwise I will not be able to help you."

"When you use this sword to kill monsters, this sword will actively absorb the residual souls in the monsters' bodies. When I provide you with help, you need to use the residual souls you collect as energy. If you do not collect the residual souls, I will not be able to help you."

This time, before Gregory asked, the witch took the initiative to explain. She also realized that this "Savior" was a passionate young man. He would never use his brain when he could do it. If he didn't explain some things clearly to him, he would never figure them out by himself.

Even the witch missed Saoya's "unexpected existence". She could reason about most of the truth and facts based on just a small amount of information. If the person chosen by the world was Saoya, she would have been so worry-free!

"I probably understand," Gregory became dejected again: "But, this sword is really not suitable for fighting!"

Looking at the witch whose face became helpless again, Gregory hurriedly added: "At least, it is not suitable for my fighting style. The sword technique I learned rarely uses 'spike', and this sword..."

But apart from stabbing, this sword can only be used as a stick to smash people!

Gregory didn't say the remaining half of the sentence, but unexpectedly, his voice appeared in the space: "What's going on!"

"I have explained to you just now that you are only your consciousness when you come here, and the sound you make is also reflected in the rules of this space, so whether you "say" or "think", you will show the corresponding sound in this space."

The witch sighed for some time, but she seemed to have met a student who liked to be distracted while being a tutor, and used distracted to be very cleverly avoiding all the important information.

"Ah, so that's it...ah! So it's true!"

Gregory's mouth did not move, but his voice rang in the space one after another, and he suddenly felt like a child who had obtained a new toy, playing happily.

So the witch had to use his own authority to imprison Gregory, so he stopped temporarily: "Sir, you... forget it, remember it for me. When using this sword, as long as you inject your own power into the sword, the Fire Verification will change to what you want. Remember?"

After successive disappointments, the witch finally dropped the last trace of respect and almost said this with a roar. Unexpectedly, when she finished speaking, Gregory was like a student who had made a mistake, lowered her head and was also a little bumpy when she spoke, but in the end she repeated the sentence without saying a word!

So, is it that I used the wrong education method?

The witch felt that the patience she had developed for hundreds of years had been exhausted in these few minutes. She looked at Gregory in front of her and said angrily: "Since you remember everything, why are you still doing here! Bring your sword and go back!"

"yes!"

Gregory responded in a low and short voice, lowered his head, and trotted around the witch all the way, came to the bonfire, pulled out the spiral black sword and disappeared into the space.
Chapter completed!