Late at night, Helmer finished his day's work and was about to return to rest.

By chance, a white-faced owl passed by holding a stack of documents and went back with her.

As for whether the white-faced owl deliberately chose this time to get off work together, that's not known. Hermer thought about it, but quickly gave up. The white-faced owl is a nocturnal creature like her, and has no energy and is sleepy during the day.

At night, my eyes open like bells.

Well, the metaphor of eyes like bells comes from the story the doctor told Ifrit. Hermer remembered it in her mind when she heard it out of curiosity. She felt that once she remembered it, she could not go back...

"Is Ifrit okay?"

"Fortunately, the medical team in Rhode Island gave her new medicine, and the infection has been slightly relieved. She should go home from school and sleep at this point."

Helmer remembered that during the day, a former colleague came to tell her that the doctor had been arrested by the Integration Movement, but not long after, news came that the doctor had escaped from the Integration Movement.

It was less than eight hours before and after. How should I describe it? I am truly worthy of being a doctor.

But now the white-faced owl seems to be more interested in another thing: "Doctor Hemmer, will the relationship between you and Ceria continue like this?"

Hemo was silent for two seconds: "I don't know, the relationship between me and her should continue like this, right?"

When thinking of Ceria, there was an indescribable feeling in Hermer's heart. On the one hand, it was her feelings for Ceria, and on the other hand, it was her inability to let go of the Balrog incident. She thought that if she could hold on until now, she should

All for Ifrit.

After the Balrog Incident, she lost her career and ideals. She went from feeling helpless to self-blame and regret. Tormented by multiple pains, Helmer finally blamed herself for everything. At the same time, she also felt sorry for Ceria.

There is resentment, so that the relationship between them has always been tense.

"Dr. Hemmer, I think you should try your best to ease the relationship with Ceria for the sake of Ifrit. After all, little Eve is innocent."

The words of the white-faced owl fell in Hemo's ears, and immediately stimulated Ms. Li Boli's sensitive nerves: "Are you here to put in a good word for Seria?"

"No, I just care about Ifrit."

The white-faced owl's mechanical answer made Helmer not know how to answer. The unsociable researcher had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "I don't know what to do yet. If I rejoin Rhodes Island, I will definitely work with Ceria."

We meet often, I..."

As they were talking, the two of them had returned to their temporary residence. When it was time to say goodbye, Hemo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, finally escaping.

White-faced Owl and Hermer are colleagues, friends, and even fellow patients. They have supported each other along the way, and until today, they have a deep relationship, so Hermer cannot directly answer each other's questions.

After closing the door, Hemer took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, opened the refrigerator and took out the frozen food, and started busy with her midnight snack. In addition, she also had to look after Ifrit's homework for the day.

At this time, the child had already rested, and a worried Hemer came to Ifrit's room to check if the quilt had been kicked.

However, when Hemer came to the door of the room with Ifrit's homework book, he felt a hot breath. The moment he opened the door, a heat wave hit him, and Hemer subconsciously dodged aside.

what happens?!

Helmer was extremely shocked. Ifrit's Originium disease was well controlled and would not attack at all. Why now...

Her left hand turned into a wing and was blocked in front of her body. Hemer flew into the room. Lying on the bed, Ifrit had her hair disheveled. The sharp corners on the top of her head, representing Sakaz, were red and hot, even burning through the pillow. Her body was

The quilt was even more scorched yellow.

No, this is not an illness!

Helmer was very clear about the symptoms of Originium Disease and ruled out the disease on the spot, but the following conclusion stung her heart.

"Is this, Ifrit's power is starting to go berserk?!"

As a doctor, Helmer immediately thought of a response plan and turned around to get the sedative medicine. However, the moment she turned around, Ifrit's deep voice came from behind:

"Hermer, is everything your fault?"

…

…

In the dream world, Zhou Jinru's talent detected a very strong anger in front of him, which even overwhelmed the ocean of joy, became hot and dry, and burned everything!

"I'm late?!"

At this point, Zhou Jinru didn't have any doubts or pauses. He ran towards the source of his emotions at a very fast speed and arrived under the pavilion in the blink of an eye.

upstairs!

Zhou Jinru took three steps at a time and flew up the stairs. At the entrance of the stairs, what he saw was Ifrit kneeling on the ground. The other party also sensed his arrival and raised his head with a pair of red eyes.

Inside, burning with raging flames.

"Little Eve, stop it!"

Zhou Jinru rushed forward and reached out to touch Ifrit. His rational system would immediately suppress any restlessness.

"Do not come near me!"

Ifrit opened her mouth, and her mouth was filled with bright light. Her voice was no longer a pure girlish voice, but turned into a thick and hoarse roar. A hot wave of heat hit Zhou Jinru, instantly drowning her.

At the same time, a shadow emerged from the small figure kneeling on the ground, zooming in quickly!

The burning body of the Balrog radiates blazing flames. Its height is comparable to the large ship in the distance. Like a legendary monster, it waves its huge claws, smearing the fire on the ground and burning everything!

The moment the Balrog appeared, the pavilion had already been reduced to ruins. A hand stretched out from the ruins with difficulty, and a man covered in charred skin struggled to climb out of the ruins.

"Is this the power of the Balrog?"

Zhou Jinru coughed up a mouthful of black ash. There was no doubt that the rigid shield saved him. No matter whether it was the burning flames or the impact when the pavilion collapsed, no harm was caused.

In his eyes, the flames released by Ifrit rushed towards the Brilliant Avenue, destroying everything in sight. The citizens who had gathered there waiting for the arrival of the ship fled in panic, completely losing their sweet dreams.

The traces and the appearance of the Balrog became everyone's nightmare.

"Now that the dream has turned into a nightmare, will it start to affect reality?"

Behind Zhou Jinru, a research scholar from the Valletta Society named Zhang Han stood there, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

…

…

"Saint Aral appeared in the deep sea. We have a researcher there, but he didn't send back the information immediately?"

In the small, narrow room, the girl Li Boli with her long hair was reading the message on the old machine and forwarding it casually.

"Attention everyone, who has news about Zhang Han? Why did he only send back the news now?"

Within a few minutes, a dialog box popped up on the screen. The content was a picture of two young men sitting together playing games.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Zhang Han is right next to me. He has come back a long time ago. How could he possibly know what's going on at St. Aral?"

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Chapter completed!