The first meeting between Raven and Andrea was not a good one, even though the two actually had similar personalities. But what did that sentence say? Same-sex repels.

However, the mage is not interested in the little friction between them at all. He now has a brand new research topic to do.

Harley Quinn.

To be precise...the voices in her heart.

At this moment, He Shenyan was expressionlessly watching Harley running around in his mage tower, like a child who had not grown up. He said with a headache: "Stop, haha.

Li."

"Your place is great! Mage!" Harley ignored him at all and ran around excitedly. Playing with the small stars in the room he used for meditation, or lying in the dark starry sky,

Trying to fall down.

"I feel like I'm in the universe!" She giggled, looking very happy.

He Shenyan began to wonder why he was doing this research, to kill time? Then why don't I do a long meditation... Damn it.

But he has made a decision and will not look back.

The mage sighed and said, "What will it take for you to calm down and cooperate with my research?"

"Research?"

"Yeah, actually, you don't have to do anything. You just lie there and sleep."

Harley's eyes rolled and she said: "Okay, I promise you. But..."

"but what?"

She pulled open the baseball jacket and found nothing underneath. The mage sighed again: "Okay. I don't know why you have to do this, but if you insist..."

She screamed excitedly and then rushed towards the mage.

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But in fact, He Shenyan did nothing. Illusion is a very basic spell. He threw Harley Quinn aside, who started to move his hands up and down while shouting some strange words. Then he intercepted a part of it.

She began to study the messy voices in her heart.

As his research deepened, instead of solving his doubts, he frowned more and more.

"What the hell, is it really what I think?" The mage's face became suspicious, and he really couldn't be sure of his guess. The voices in Harley's heart came from different worlds, and in her time

After a special near-death experience, she could hear these sounds.

To put it bluntly, Harley is like a radio that can listen to hundreds of different channels, but these channels tend to be fleeting, and only a few channels can stay and continue to broadcast sounds to her.

Although this woman may have never listened carefully.

He casually called up one of the passages, and a hoarse old female voice slowly said in Old English: "The fire has gradually extinguished, but the king is nowhere to be seen. When the inheritance flame goes out, the bells will ring throughout the surroundings, awakening the ancient people in the coffin.

The salary kings."

"However, the kings will definitely abandon their thrones...and the ashes of Wuhu will come one after another. They are nameless, unpaid, and cursed immortals."

She laughed strangely with her dry voice: "But... it is precisely because of this that Ashes is so thirsty for fire."

Is it a legend?

From the words spoken by this voice, the mage could almost feel the heavy feeling rushing towards his face. Even he could not understand the things of another world across the endless sea of ​​stars, but some kind of intuition told him that this was not a legend.

He started to think about another thing.

The girl is almost five years old. Her name is Cirilla, Cirilla Fiona Aeron Leanne. It is said that those close to her call her Ciri. The mage hopes that he can always be called Cirilla.

she.

There is still a long time before she reaches adulthood, and the inheritors of the ancient blood do not need to wait until adulthood to reveal the complete magic power. But the mage needs to let her reach adulthood. Only then can she ensure that she has fully activated her own blood.

OK, let’s do it.

He closed his eyes, and the Voice of the Realms spell that had been forbidden to be used was once again displayed through his hands, but this time, there were some minor changes.

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dilapidated.

The spiers of the building made of piled rocks stood high towards the sky, mocking the world with their existence. The mage frowned, he felt very uncomfortable, this world felt like a dying person to him

People were breathing in his ears. Everything he saw when he looked up was ruined.

The sky was dim yellow, and he couldn't see normal colors. But it was very quiet here, very quiet. He walked up the long steps in front of him, and there was a dark door in the circular building made of stone, and the mage walked in

.The first thing he saw were five tall thrones, with different sizes, and short candles were lit beside them, as if they had been burning for a long time.

It was also very quiet here. He noticed that there was thick dust on the ground. In the center of the room where five thrones were placed, there was a brazier with thick ashes scattered around. The mage looked at it and then looked away.

He walked down the stairs, intending to see if there was anyone alive here who could help him figure out what was going on in the world.

But, at this moment, a man's voice came from the throne.

"O strange traveler, what do you come here to seek?"

The mage looked up and saw that sitting on one of the thrones was a man wearing a crown and tattered robes. He was very thin, almost to the point of being sickly. The flesh on his cheeks had shrunk, and his eyes were tired and dull.

Looking at him, the crown on his head was dim. Moreover, he seemed to have lost his legs.

"Just strolling around."

"Traveler, don't blame me for talking too much. But please leave quickly. I can see you clearly with my eyes that have been burned by fire... You are not the King of Fire, but the ashes without fire are not the same.

I can't have eyes like mine." He said slowly.

The mage didn't answer. He turned his head and looked at the place again before asking, "What is this place?"

Ludos was a little confused: "Traveller, are you coming to a place more remote than my hometown of Courland? This is the Fire Sacrifice... It is a short resting place for the fireless ashes.

That...oh, she's here."

A woman slowly walked out from the darkness of the Fire Sacrifice. She was wearing a beautifully styled but somewhat old-fashioned robe, and a white crown that covered her eyes. Her whole body was covered tightly, even if she folded her clothes elegantly.

The hands in front of her lower abdomen also wore brown sleeves. Her hair seemed to have faded a little, and it was unclear whether it was white or gray.
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