miss mist go with the flow

The description of the effect of this spell is very similar to the skill text in online games, and it is completely different from the spells she has learned.

Dust Removal and Water Creation have corresponding spell principles and corresponding spell models, but [Courage] is completely different. Amy knows how to release spells, but she doesn't know anything about the principles.

She snapped her fingers, and while she was thinking, a vague light shield appeared on her body, which lasted for about five seconds before disintegrating on its own.

Amy saw the magic effect of [Courage] in the vanity mirror, and couldn't help complaining in her heart.

This kind of spell that can be released with one button is quite suitable for the system, and I hope there will be more spells in the future.

After walking out of the tree house, Amy did not see Sirin in the open space outside.

This is another unexpected incident. Sirin is a hardworking person and insists on doing morning exercises every day. Why is she absent today?

Amy slowly climbed down the rope ladder, saw that the door of Sirin's room was closed, and stepped forward to knock on it a few times.

There was a rustling sound in the room, and after a while, Sirin opened the door.

Her dark blue long hair was messily draped behind her, the lace on the chest of the swordsman uniform hadn't been tightened yet, her face was slightly pale, and she looked like she hadn't woken up yet.

"Didn't you rest well?" Amy was a little surprised.

After seeing off Kevin last night, the two went back to their rooms to rest.Amy still wrote the manuscript for three hours, but the lights in Xilin's room had long since gone out.

Sirin is the kind of person who has a very standard life and rest, and there is something wrong with her appearance at the moment.

Facing Amy's concerned question, Sirin waved her hand embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "I had a nightmare, and I didn't sleep well."

Amy patted her arm, "Then this morning's morning exercise will be cancelled, you sleep a little longer, and I will call you later."

Xilin felt relieved, retreated into the room, and closed the door smoothly.

Amy took a few steps back, stroked her beardless chin, and gradually became more curious.

Sirin attaches great importance to morning exercise. She believes that morning exercise is the first step in waking up the body. During the teaching process these days, she repeated words with similar meanings several times.

Does a person like her relax because he doesn't have to do morning exercises?

Impossible!

Sirin must be hiding something from her!

Amy pursed her lips, approached the grove, and whistled.

Timberwolves heard the news and stopped obediently in front of her - ignoring the words of the inertial claw marks on the ground.

Amy pointed to Sirin's room, leaned into the ear of her big dog and asked, "Did Sirin go out last night?"

Timberwolves shook their heads.

"Is there any strange movement in her room?" Amy asked again.

The Timberwolves continued to shake their heads.

"Has anyone been here before?" Amy continued to ask.

The Timberwolf grinned and shook its head vigorously. It felt that Amy's words were an insult to its "watchdog wolf". With it and those wolf cubs, how could it allow unrelated people to approach its master rashly?

"You let that human cub run in yesterday!" Ami tugged at the wolf's ears, and said disdainfully, "He obviously didn't bring the access certificate!"

The Timberwolf lowered its body and whimpered aggrievedly.

Although the human boy did not have an admission certificate, he had his own wolf fur on his body, which was considered a ticket to enter the depths of the forest.

This wolf fur was given to another human being by the owner decades ago, but she didn't remember it.

"Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore, go around and check around to see if there are any traces of outsiders coming." Amy ordered.

The big dog straightened up, glanced at the branch fruit basket, turned and ran away.

Today's breakfast is a red mountain fruit the size of a fist. The original owner of the body called it "Dala Fruit". It tastes like a crisp apple, and the flesh is plump and juicy. If it has a certain degree of addiction, it is not suitable to eat more.

Of course the elves are fine to eat, so Amy wiped off the dew with her sleeve, and even took a big bite of the skin.

Crunching and gnawing on the Dala fruit, Amy turned her attention to Sirin's wooden house again.

Was it really just a nightmare?

After breakfast, Amy practiced her sword for a while, and when the clock reached eleven o'clock in the morning, she knocked on Sirin's door again.

There was no movement in the room, and Amy pressed her long ears to the wooden door, but she didn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Bad thing!Isn't this guy running away in debt? !

She banged on the door panel twice, but there was still no sound from inside, so she simply bent her knees and pushed open the door of the room.

There was no one in the room, the tables, chairs and benches were neatly arranged, but the bed was a bit messy, the quilt was thrown aside, and there was a bloody bandage at the foot of the bed.

This amount of bleeding is unlikely to be a menstrual event, is it a recurrence of an old injury?

Amy gritted her teeth and came to the window. Footprints could still be seen on the edge of the opened wooden window. In order to avoid her, Sirin even climbed the window to leave!

How long has she been gone?What is she trying to do?

Amy dexterously got out of the window. Her perception was far superior to that of ordinary people. Following the extremely faint smell of blood, she found the escape route for Sirin.

Go out from the window of the wooden house, use the tree house to block the view, and go around the stream!

Amy gritted her teeth and went up the stream. When Sirin was caught, she must be made to look good!

Wait, it seems that you may not be able to fight?

Amy blew the whistle and called Timberwolf Bobby over.

With a big dog as a thug, there should be no problem.

Amy's pursuit didn't take long, and after ten minutes, she saw Sirin in the lower reaches of the stream.

Miss Swordsman squatted sideways on the edge of the stream, her chest was open, and she was tearing off the bandage with her teeth gritted.

The smell of blood came from her, and some of it spread into the stream, where she had washed the wound and was about to re-bandage it.

Seeing Amy approaching, Sirin's pale face flushed, she stood up, swayed, and fell into the stream, splashing a splash.

"Sireen!"

Amy quickly jumped into the water, grabbed Miss Swordsman's arm, and pulled her out of the water.

After getting closer, Amy quickly discovered the problem.

On Sirin's left chest, the deep cross-shaped wound reappeared a hideous appearance, and blood flowed out, looking extremely terrifying.

Amy's heart tightened, and her breathing slowed down. She helped Sirin to the edge of a big tree, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on? Isn't the wound healed? How did it become Like this?!"

Sirin's complexion was weak, her eyebrows and eyes drooped, her lips were pale, and there was a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

Amy took out two bottles of potion from the storage space, one for internal use and one for external application, and was about to unscrew the cap when Sirin grabbed her forearm.

"It's useless, this injury really can't be cured, I was lucky before, ahem..."

Sirin smiled bitterly, "It seems that fate will not let me go after all, and it's not a bad thing to die like this."

"Is that why you left secretly?" Amy sniffed, her eyes sore, "Lonely death or something, are you a cat?"

Amy has lived alone in the forest for so long, and finally met a beautiful lady who can communicate happily, so she won't let her go!

"I don't believe in any wound that can't be cured! You still owe me a debt, don't even think about dying like this!"

Her slender fingers flicked the bottle cap away, and with a little force, Amy broke away from Sirin's hand, stuffed the medicine bottle into Sirin's mouth, tilted the bottle, and forcibly poured the medicine!

Sirin hadn't lost her will yet, so she could only gulp and gulp the viscous potion that was poured in continuously.

After feeding a whole bottle of medicine, while Sirin was panting, Amy tore off the remaining fabric on her chest, completely exposing the wound.

The cross-shaped stab wound was deep, and even the internal organs could be seen from it. Amy was terrified, and the hand that poured the medicine was shaking.

The Fountain of Recovery landed on Sirin's chest, a cyan halo flickered, the cross-shaped wound made an ominous sound, black smoke escaped from it, and the edge of the wound slowly shrank and closed like a magic trick.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Although she couldn't figure out the specific situation, the bleeding was stopped, and Sirin's life should be temporarily saved.

"call……"

A gust of cold wind blew through the forest, and Amy's clothes soaked in stream water felt cool. Only then did she realize that she had torn another set of Xilin's clothes.

Miss Swordsman's upper body is now only covered with a few pieces of rags, and a large area of ​​skin is stained and stained by the flowing blood.

The color of blood and the color of jade are mixed together, the scenery is beautiful, but it is also really miserable.

Amy let out a long sigh, and made a firm statement: "Go back to rest first, and you should think about it, how will you explain this to me later!"

Sirin showed a bitter face, and put the weight of her body entirely on Amy, she said softly: "Amy, you saved me again, but the sword that stabbed me was named 'Cross Assassination', it is A weapon of legendary power."

"A wound pierced by a cross will never heal."

"The debt I owe you, it seems that I can only use the 'Silver Sacred Order' to repay it..."

Amy knows what a legendary weapon is, and Miss Elf has described the relevant knowledge in her notes.

They may be artifacts left over from ancient times, or weapons worn by a certain historical hero, or they may have experienced certain special environments and events, and are finally marked by the wheel of fortune in the dark, becoming a unique existence.

Legendary weapons have a variety of magical powers. The effectiveness of these powers far exceeds that of ordinary magic, and is close to the power of rules.

Using game terminology as an analogy, legendary weapons are top-level weapons with special entries and special effects. They are rare, precious, and extremely powerful.

The original owner of the body also specially marked that the legendary weapon is very suitable for writing in the novel, which will make the story and battle more interesting.

"Hold your words first! Shut up obediently and save your strength!"

Amy yelled, she was anxious to go back and read the book now, the original owner of this body was a knowledgeable moon elf, maybe there is a way to dispel the power of the legendary weapon!

After these few days of getting along, Amy recognized Sirin more and more, she had to do something!

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ps: It’s still my personal habit~ The development of the world view will be placed in the progress of the story~ There is no such leaflet explanation~

Volume 9: Chapter [-] Warming Up

The Timberwolves, who were called to be thugs, took part-time duties as mounts, and carried Amy and Sirin back to the tree house.

After consuming two bottles of advanced potions, Sirin's injuries temporarily stabilized, her energy and spirit were still poor, but her life was no longer in danger.

Helping Sirin to sit down, Amy said with a serious face:

"What's the matter with your injury? Tell me clearly, so I can find a way to save you."

On the way back, she carefully thought about the process of getting along with each other in the past few days. Sirin was hiding many things from her. Obviously, the last open and honest discussion was not thorough. She was hiding something, and so was Sirin.

They need a more in-depth communication to understand each other, not only to heal Sirin's injury, but also to get along with each other in the future.

Miss Swordsman's breath was weak, and she leaned against the back of the chair to pant lightly. After a while, she slowly said: "You have lost your memory, and your understanding of this world is very vague. I don't know where to start."

Amy choked up suddenly, and found that she couldn't refute Sirin.

Her knowledge of the world only comes from books, notes from the original owner, and monthly communications with Roland, which can be said to be quite superficial.

She brazenly said that she wanted to save people, but also because of the reserves left by the original owner of her body, she only had a broken system that was completely unreliable.

Amy scratched her cheek and looked sideways to hide her embarrassment.

Sirin also noticed that something was wrong with her speech, but she didn't know how to remedy it, so she simply closed her eyes.

The room fell silent, and after a few minutes, the two opened their mouths at the same time:

"perhaps……"

"I……"

Amy waved her hand, "You go ahead."

Sirin turned her wrist, and her silver-white long sword appeared in her hand, with a faint light.

"The name of this sword is Silver Sage, and it is also a legendary weapon." Sirin turned the hilt upside down and brought it to Amy, "If you have not lost your memory, you should have heard of this name. Can be ranked in the top ten."

Amy frowned: "What do you mean?"

Sirin took a deep breath, "I may not be able to perform my duties in teaching swordsmanship as agreed earlier, and staying here will only disturb your life."

"You saved me twice, I will entrust you with the silver and white holy order, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

Ami frowned, and she suddenly remembered that among the three famous swords owned by the hero in "Legend of the Wind Sword", one of them was named the Silver Saint.

This weapon has been blessed by light, and has a strong restraint effect on dark magic and abyssal monsters. The sword itself has also engraved several advanced buff spells, and it is the most frequently used weapon by the protagonist.

Amy looked at the shining silver long sword. Could this thing really be the "Silver and White Holy Order" described in the book?

Could it be that Xilin is not a secondary illness, but really has something to do with the prototype of the protagonist of "Legend of the Wind Sword", thus inheriting the title of "Dance of the Spiritual Wind"?