Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 452 Azik’s Memories

"Mr. Azik!"

Angel greeted with some surprise.

The bronze-skinned middle-aged man nodded gently, stretched out his hand like a gentleman, let Angel hold it, and then pulled her, quickly traveling through the spiritual world.

The clouds and blue sky around the two people were rich in color and quickly retreated. The Zhongcheng Island below disappeared instantly and turned into an endless sea. From time to time, ships with sails or ships blowing out smoke flashed past and disappeared into the sea level. the end of.

This kind of traveling through the spirit world was completely different from Angel's imagination. She thought that fast flying would stir up strong winds, just like traveling quickly in the sky. She didn't expect that it would be as poetic as picturesque. They didn't even just fly in one direction, but from time to time. Changing direction and height is like walking in an invisible maze.

"We can reach Bayam in about an hour or so."

Mr. Azik seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Angel.

"So, it was Klein who asked you for help?"

"Yes, he blew the brass whistle, summoned my messenger, and asked me for help, saying that you might be in danger." Azik winked, then his face turned serious and he looked forward, "Be careful , it’s going to be a little bumpy.”

Angel followed his gaze, and saw a violent wind visible to the naked eye blowing toward them. It quickly crossed the indistinguishable distance in the spiritual world, brushed past Angel, and the skirt on her body made a rustling sound. , his face twitched involuntarily, and he could only hold on to Azik beside him to prevent him from being blown away by the wind.

When she narrowed her eyes to resist the oncoming wind, she was surprised to find that the person whipping up the strong wind turned out to be a familiar figure.

It was the thumb-sized spiritual bird she encountered when she tried to summon the messenger two weeks ago!

At this time, the bird had swelled to be taller than a human. Its wings flapped randomly, making the originally silent oil painting-like scenes sway constantly. It flew around Angel in a show-off manner before changing its position. Leave in one direction.

It seems a little resentful...

Angel watched the bird go away with either disappointment or happiness in his eyes.

"It is actually an adult mourning bird. The false wind blown by its wings can directly blow away the spirit bodies of low-sequence extraordinary people. If I remembered these memories when you summoned the messenger last time, I might persuade you to make a contract with it."

Mr. Azik said with regret, pulling Angel to continue flying forward.

"Ms. Wensa is pretty good now, and such a powerful spiritual creature shouldn't easily become my messenger..."

Angel was more fortunate because a messenger that was too powerful might not be a good thing.

"It lingers near the Raging Sea. Perhaps it is interested in the aura of death here. They travel through the spiritual world, chasing death and destruction. The characteristics of you may attract it."

Death, destruction?

Angel suddenly remembered Pierce Turner who died under the "Disaster" spell, and what he said before his remaining consciousness in the dream drifted away.

After briefly telling Azik everything that happened on Para Island, Angel asked:

"Are the runes found on Bansi Island and the power of the 'disaster' spell the unique power contained in the violent sea?"

"No, they are not the same," Azik answered decisively, "I haven't figured out where the power of 'Disaster' comes from yet, but it is completely different from the power of 'Death' in the Raging Sea. I recently went to Rosid We conducted relevant investigations on the archipelago and the outskirts of the Raging Sea, and recovered some memories, including the fall of the 'God of Death' at the end of the Fourth Age..."

"The Raging Sea is the burial place of the 'God of Death'?"

Angel was a little stunned. She didn't expect that there was such a secret in Azik's memory.

Immediately, she felt sorry for Senior Deacon Pierce, who chose to be promoted on Pala Island near the Raging Sea. The latter, as a corpse collector, is a Sequence 5 of the "Death" path, although he tried to jump to the "Sleepless One" path. , but still influenced by the fallen god of death, performing a ritual that was bound to fail amidst the violent waves of the violent sea that suddenly became more violent, caused everything that happened on Para Island in the past six months.

He also mentioned Ince Zangwill, who had failed in promotion before. The defecting archbishop was also a "gatekeeper" and also failed in promotion, which directly led to the subsequent theft of "0-08" and his defection. .

Are there any similarities between the two failures?

"This is not only the influence of the violent sea. Even in the Northern Continent far away from here, the failure rate of being promoted to demigod through the Death Path has been very high recently. Perhaps it is the 'pollution' from the high-ranking sequence, or it may be some kind of recent change. .”

Azik's words confirmed Angel's guess.

But, pollution…

Lifting up his right hand with some white hair that could not be removed even if it was burned with black flames, and showing it to Azik beside him, Angel continued to ask:

"Mr. Azik, is this the kind of pollution you are talking about? Is there any way to remove it?"

If they hadn't stopped growing after I sacrificed the mutated Dark Holy Emblem, maybe I would have gone to the Church of the Storm's church to seek help. Being locked up would be better than being completely contaminated... She thought with some fear.

"This pollution..."

Under the brim of the silk top hat, Azik's brown eyes became dark, focusing on the back of Angel's hand, as if he was lost in thought.

The illusory and colorful environment around them stopped changing, and the two of them stopped somewhere in the spiritual world.

"Ha, it's very similar to the 'God of Death', but not exactly the same. It's very strange..." He murmured, his eyes returned to normal with a soft look, "I recalled something, mind if we go around a bit. Is there a way?" Seeing Angel gently shaking his head, Aziz held her hand and continued to set off. He did not change direction, and the strange scenery in the surrounding spiritual world also moved irregularly. After a while, their figures appeared. In a valley.

There are clear streams flowing in the valley, and there are fertile farmlands and Runen-style manors in the distance.

Angel is in the cemetery on the other side of the stream. There are many tombstones here. Some of them seem to have just been erected, with clear gaps between the stones and no weeds growing. Some are buried by weeds and only the ruins are exposed.

Azik looked around, and his eyes quickly locked on a tombstone in the weeds. It had been broken from the middle, and only half of it was left. The edges had been worn away by wind and rain over a long period of time, just like half of a stubborn tree root. Standing in the dark cemetery.

Slowly walking forward, Azik squatted down, put his hand on half of the tombstone, and lowered his head. Standing next to him, Angel could see the sadness and confusion on the face of this "immortal" who was immersed in memories.

"After I felt that power, I remembered a lot of things. Here, my daughter from a certain life is buried. She has the same black hair and brown eyes as me. She likes to act coquettishly to me and likes to make things with my own hands. swing. She...she has been dead for nine hundred and twenty-six years..."

His hands were stroking the somewhat smooth tombstone, the writing on it had completely disappeared, as if he was trying to press his palms into it, Mr. Azik's voice was trembling.

"But in another life, when I lost my memory, I once led the soldiers and almost bulldozed this remote town. That place, that place, and those things were all caused by me... I was still young at that time, and I didn't have any Recalling her own identity, she doesn’t even know if there are any descendants of her among those who resisted bravely..."

He stood up and pointed to the other side of the cemetery, where there were neat but dense rows of tombstones, similar in style and age.

Angel took two steps closer worriedly.

"This is also the reason why I am eager to find my past self." Azik took off his top hat with one hand and scratched his finely styled black hair with the other hand, twisting it into a mess. "I am worried that I, who have forgotten the memories of my previous life, will be in trouble again." Do something irreversible."

"In this life, you and we, Klein and I, will do our best to help."

Taking the initiative to reach out and grab Azik's trembling palm, Angel comforted him softly.

Although she knew that "persuading" a high-sequence extraordinary person was like wishful thinking, she still used her verbal ability.

Fortunately, these efforts seemed to have some effect. Mr. Azik's bronze-skinned cheeks quickly recovered from the confusion, and his eyes stared at Angel blankly.

"...Yes, I can recall my previous experiences so quickly this time, thanks to Klein and your help."

He shook his head, as if to shake these memories from hundreds of years ago out of his mind.

"Sorry, I was a little too sentimental just now. The purpose of my leaving the spirit world is to drive away the pollution from the 'God of Death' for you."

As he spoke, Mr. Azik raised his right hand and scratched the down on the back of Angel's hand. All the down like miniature feathers left her body, rolled up into a ball, and fell into Azik's palm.

"What I said is not quite accurate. This is not the power of the 'God of Death', but some kind of inferior imitation. What on earth do they... want to do?"

Closing his palms, these fluff disappeared instantly, Azik murmured.

"Bad imitation?" Angel repeated, his eyes brightening, "Then if the extraordinary characteristics or the sealed object are contaminated by this power, can the same method be used to solve it?"

She thought of the Holy Emblem of the Night that was seriously contaminated and did not even dare to take it with her. She could only sacrifice it to Mr. Fool. If the pollution problem could be solved, she could directly return it to the Church of the Night. Before that, she could even return it to the Church of the Night. Make limited use of the extraordinary properties of this high-sequence item!

"Contaminated extraordinary characteristics can be directly made into magical items with greater negative effects, or sealed objects, to achieve the purpose of utilizing their power. If it is for the preparation of magic potions, the contaminated characteristics can be crushed and let them It will come together on its own, and the dissipated pollution will not return to the characteristics. That requires at least an angel-level full blow. Unfortunately, with my current strength, I cannot do this yet. "

Angel's attack... Mr. Azik can't do it "temporarily". Sure enough, he used to be a strong man in Sequence 2... Angel was sighing at first, and then disappointed.

"However, if it comes from the same source of power as the pollution on the back of your hand, I may be able to peel it off, at least most of it, so that the remaining pollution does not pose a threat. Of course, if I configure the potion, it is still not 'clean' enough. .”

Azik's next words made Angel's eyes widen.

It's a pity that the tainted Holy Emblem is currently in the hands of Mr. Fool, otherwise you could give it a try now... No, Angel, are you thinking of taking Pierce's extraordinary characteristics as your own? This is to be returned to the church, this is his last wish!

Forcibly resisting the temptation of high-sequence extraordinary characteristics, she forced a smile and replied:

"Thank you, Mr. Azik, I understand."

"Then I'll take you back to Bayam first."

Taking one last look at the weathered tombstone, Azik stretched out his hand and let Angel hold it gently. Then the two entered the spiritual world again, roaming among the illusory and gorgeous colors. They soon changed from the bright red of the carpet to the beige of the wall. appear in between.

The fantasy color faded, and the familiar living room of the hotel's luxury suite appeared in front of Angel. Klein, who was sitting on the sofa with a coin dancing back and forth in his fingers, suddenly jumped up, belonging to the indifferent face of Gehrman Sparrow. A smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome back!"

(End of this chapter)