Dumbledore's letter came at the right time.
On the third day after Mr. and Mrs. Smith left England, Dumbledore's owl landed in the sky above Biro Manor with a letter for Jon.
The contents of the letter were similar to what Jon had expected. Dumbledore intended to introduce Jon to the person in charge of the Phoenix Society and the main fighting force. After all, Dumbledore alone was not enough to carry out the planning. More importantly, his heart was not in it, so he intended to leave it to Jon.
In the past, Jon would probably decline and find a reason to skip it, but now he would not. There were some things that he had to do, so it was best to use the things that others had already made.
Although it was more reliable to use the things that he made himself, now that there was a path that had already been paved by others, it would be a little foolish to take another path.
Jon was not a foolish person.
But before he went to see Dumbledore, he had to see someone else.
"Kaledi."
Jon called out. Although his voice was not loud, Kaledi could naturally hear him. The little elf suddenly flashed out of thin air and stood quietly beside Jon.
"I remember that you have contacted the elves of other families. Have you found the person I asked you to find?"
"Yes, Master. I have found her, but I'm afraid you won't be able to see her now. According to the information I received, this girl has now lost her mind and has become a lunatic."
"It doesn't matter. I'm just going to see her. Where is she now?"
"In the Mediterranean region. Speaking of which, it's very strange. Although the girl you asked me to find is crazy, she's very powerful. She comes and goes without a trace, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Even our little elf race has a hard time tracking her. If I hadn't caught her hair last time and handed it over to the Diviner, I'm afraid it would have been very difficult to find her."
"Take me to see her."
Little Elf didn't say anything. She stepped forward and grabbed Chown's hand. With a loud bang, the two of them arrived at a shore in the next moment.
Jon was familiar with this place. He had been here several times before, and with the guidance of the little fairy, he found the girl he had been looking for.
It was still a very familiar face, but his hair was disheveled and his clothes were tattered. He looked very miserable.
Jon waved his hand to stop the little elf from going forward and walked forward himself.
This girl was actually the God of Slaughter in the small world of the ancient Egyptian gods. However, what surprised Jon was that this girl was no longer the decisive Goddess of War. It seemed that she had lost her mind.
This was the consequence of the will of the world forcibly occupying her body. In particular, the will of the world had used her body to fight against Isis.
But there was no other way. In that kind of situation, if it was not her body, there would definitely be someone else. And she was already the most suitable person in the entire world.
What Jon found strange was that if it wanted to give some compensation, why couldn't the will of the world give it in person? Why did it have to go through him?
However, no one could answer this question. The will of the world only revealed its intention, and then informed Jon through the connection between him and Deep Blue Sea. It did not even tell him the location of this little girl. He had to trouble Jon to mobilize his subordinates to find her.
However, Jon also felt that this little girl was very pitiful.
He did not know why, but when Jon approached the little girl step by step, the little girl's eyes became clear.
It was as if she had foreseen Jon's arrival.
Jon frowned. He always felt that he had overlooked something. Then he blinked, and the power of the Mystic Bird blood rushed to his eyebrows. Another picture appeared in his sight.
It was a sea of fire.
It was the Inferno in the small world.
So that was it.
After coming out of the small world, Jon lost his body, and this girl lost her wisdom. Her soul was torn apart because of the battle between the will of the world and Isis. She was originally a very strong will, but unfortunately, she had not reached the realm of gods. There was no way for her to get involved. Even being affected by it was a very miserable thing.
Now, although this little girl's appearance looked normal, she was just a walking corpse.
Her soul could never come back. Even if the will of the world wanted to make up for it, there was no way to restore her soul to its original state. In this world, perhaps only Jon's Mystic Bird blood could help.
However, he knew his own situation. Jon knew how far his blood power could go. He could not solve the problem in front of him.
After all, this little girl in front of him was different from him.
Although Jon had only met her a few times, he could understand some inside information from the will of the world. This little girl was favored by her family since she was born. Whether it was practicing magic or other things, her speed was first-class. It could be said that she was extremely talented.
However, the favor from the outside was not necessarily not a shackle. When the right time came, she was sent into the small world by her family in order to be the nourishment for the resurrection of Isis.
That was because of the believers.
But this little girl did not believe in gods.
In other words, she believed in the existence of gods, but she did not believe that anyone could give her anything. So she killed in the Inferno so that she could stand in front of God with dignity.
A proud girl.
Since childhood, she was reckless and could have anything she wanted. In fact, it cultivated her indomitable momentum. This momentum was the most important reason why she could finally become the body of the will of the world.
But now Jon could not see the existence of this momentum in her at all.
The two of them, one sitting and one standing, looked at each other for a long time, and no one spoke.
In other words, the little girl who only left a little remnant soul could not express anything.
But Jon could see that this little girl was sincerely asking for his help.
But he really could not do anything.
This was not the first time he felt this kind of powerlessness. However, powerlessness was powerlessness. The things that the world could not do, no matter how special his identity was, there was no way to reverse it.
And at that moment, he clearly saw the loneliness in the girl's eyes.
In other words, her heart was dead.
Jon sighed.
She was originally a girl in the prime of her life, but she had fallen to this point. If it was growth, the price was too high.
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