Chapter 802
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Hiri's childhood in Noland had not been easy. She was tired of the inflexible teaching system in Noland Elementary Magic Academy, as well as the students who always found trouble with her.
Fortunately, Hiri was very talented in fighting. She could beat the other party up every time, but it was always her mother who apologized to the academy.
Right now, other than feeling guilty towards her mother, Ciri didn't have any other emotions. However, it was already too late for her to apologize to her mother.
"I'm an apprentice of the purple-clothed one now."
Hiri took out her rank 4 Illusionist badge. Having a rank 4 badge at her age was already better than most people of her age.
Hence, Hiri felt that this was something her mother should be proud of.
"There's also someone I like …"
Hiri half-knelt in front of the tombstone, her knees sinking deep into the snow.
She spent a long time telling her mother about the recent events in Noland, as well as what she had encountered, Josiah, the movie, the Weave … Everything.
When Hiri reached the end, she found that her half-kneeling legs had lost all feeling due to the frost.
Hiri wanted to stand up and use a heating spell to regain feeling in her legs, but at that moment … Hiri vaguely felt something gently hugging her from behind.
It felt like an illusion, but it was also real. A strange warmth was recovering in Hiri's body.
"Mother?"
Hiri called out tentatively, but there was no reply. The only reply was the sound of the cold wind whistling past Hiri.
When she reached out to touch the name on the tombstone again, Hiri saw a light blue inscription light up on her arm.
This made Hiri retract her hand as if she had been electrocuted, but the light blue inscription on Hiri's arm quickly spread out. In less than two seconds, it occupied the entire arm of Hiri.
But when Hiri blinked again, the inscription disappeared from her arm. There was no trace of the inscription on her fair skin.
"Azure … the inscription of the God of Flowing Water and Healing, but it doesn't feel right."
Hiri was sure that what she saw just now was not an illusion. When Hiri reached out to touch the tombstone again, the phenomenon just now did not happen again.
The warm feeling faded from Hiri's body, leaving only the cold wind in the cemetery slowly stripping away her body heat.
"I should leave mother. I'll come to see you next year."
Hiri hesitated for a while, then reached out to the tombstone and solemnly prayed for a while. She stood up and left the silent cemetery.
… …
When Hiri arrived at the infirmary mentioned by Cheil, the atmosphere in the infirmary was very subtle.
Carolee kept calling the name of a middle-aged man in front of him. The middle-aged man's face was expressionless. He did not even blink.
"Daughter of the Forest, the Duke's body is very weak. His soul seems to be damaged too."
The accompanying Elven Priest informed Carolee of the Duke's physical condition.
Hiri let out a sigh of relief when she heard this. At least Carolee had found her father! This was no longer in the category of good luck.
But the physical and mental condition of the Duke of Blackwood was not optimistic.
"Damaged? How can I treat him? Can Enluci heal him … "Carolee could no longer maintain her calm.
"I've given him medicine that can remove the Grey Fog. The Grey Fog in his body should have been removed," said Cheil.
"There is indeed only a small amount of Grey Fog left in the Duke's body."
The Blackwood Elf Priest used this method to further calm Carolee's emotions.
"Then why is father like a puppet?"
Carolee kept waving her hands in front of the Duke's face, but he still did not respond.
Hiri had seen the situation in the dungeon through the Frostwolf Family Warrior's perspective in the Spiritual Space. Hiri could not imagine how a human could survive in such an environment for a long period of time.
Their bodies did not eat or drink. Hiri could guess that it was the Mana in their bodies that allowed them to survive. But the mental torture was unimaginable for ordinary people.
"There is a spell that can help you understand your father's condition more directly," said Cheil.
"What … spell?" Carolee had to find a way to cure the Duke of Blackwood.
Cheil brought them directly to the Dark Elf's sickbed in the corner of the room. Hiri followed after seeing the Dark Elf. She had accepted Qianmian's request and hoped to bring her kin back.
The Dark Elf sensed Cheil's approach and opened her eyes. Her gaze swept back and forth between Hiri, Cheil, and Carolee. A strange smile appeared on her face.
"Interesting," the Dark Elf said softly.
At this moment, Cheil saw purple and colored lines jump out from her body.
"What do you mean interesting?"
Hiri did not like the way the Dark Elf was looking at her.
"The host of the World Tree of the Darkwood Elves is actually a human." The dark elf's gaze landed on Caroline as he spoke.
"The Daughter of the Forest is an existence recognized by the World Tree of our race … and also an existence recognized by our race." The Blackwood Elf Priest explained to the Dark Elf.
"The collector of the World Tree's energy?" The Dark Elf did not dwell on this question. She stretched out her hand. "Put your hand here. Don't you want to know something?"
Carolee did not hesitate for long. She placed her hand on the Dark Elf's palm. In the next second, a purple mark appeared on the back of Carolee's hand.
When she blinked and looked at the others again, she found that there were many colorful lines around her.
The Dark Elf in front of her was surrounded by a large number of gray lines. When she turned to look at Hiri, she found that the lines around Hiri were much more complicated.
One part of it was pink, the other part was colorful like a rainbow, and there were some blue and green lines …
Carolee could not see the gray on Hiri's body at all.
"What is this strange visual effect on your body?"
Hiri also accepted the Dark Elf's inscription mark.
"The emotions on your body will be shown in your eyes," Cheil explained, explaining in detail the emotions represented by each line.
Caroline once again looked at her father, who was lying on the bed. The Duke of Blackwood was surrounded by greyish-white, hundreds of times more greyish-white than the Dark Elves. There was even a pitch-black hue roiling around him.
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