When the townsfolk went to the hillside with torches to see what was going on, they were all shocked by what they saw. A small tree that had been ignited provided a bright light source. Not far away, the strange young man named Roland was lying on the ground weakly. He looked at the sky and seemed to be smiling foolishly.
His face, on the other hand, had been burned red and black with a lot of blisters. Half of the hair on his forehead had been burnt.
Around the young man, many bright blue flames were scattered. There was no sign that they were going to die out even though they were on the sand.
Many townsfolk already knew that it was the young man who saved the three kids. They were about to help him, when Falken, who stood at the front, stopped them. "Don't. Those blue flames are magic. They'll burn everything they touch. If you step on them, you'll be burnt into smithereens in two minutes."
Falken was highly respected in Red Mountain Town. The townsfolk did not doubt his words at all.
The townsfolk were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.
Falken waved his hand and said, "There's nothing else to do here. You can go back and take a rest. I'll come to you if I need any help."
The townsfolk quickly dispersed. As ordinary people, they were naturally scared of magic and ghosts. It would be best if they could avoid them.
Very soon, Falken was the only one left on the road.
He looked at the scattered bright blue flames in front of him and stopped moving forward. Although he was a professional and a Priest, he did not dare to underestimate the flames. After all, in his opinion, any of the flames could burn him into ashes.
He looked at the young man who was lying on the ground not far away. His face was full of burns, but he was smiling happily. He sighed in envy and waited there quietly for more than twenty minutes. The bright blue flames disappeared on their own due to the exhaustion of their magic power.
Then, Falken walked to Roland and cast Healing on him, as well as Language Proficiency. A bright pillar of light enshrouded the young man on the ground and illuminated the environment.
"Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." The healing spell didn't work immediately. It required a slow healing process. But it was much faster than natural healing. Roland's body was still sore, and he didn't have much strength left in him. However, because the pain was only one-tenth of what he had felt before, he didn't feel too uncomfortable. Hearing Falken's question, he answered without any hesitation, if not delight. "The feeling of lifting the veil of the magic nodes bit by bit is like lifting the skirt of the Goddess of Fate. It's thrilling and satisfying."
Cough, cough … Falken coughed heavily. Although he was a believer of the Life Goddess, he had enough respect for the other gods. Roland's words didn't seem very respectful to the gods, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear anything.
Of course, if Roland were to lift the Life Goddess's dress, Falken would definitely try his best to stop him.
"Sorry, I accidentally blew up the wall of your church's backyard." Roland lay on the ground and looked up at Falken, not because he liked to look up at other people, but because he was too weak to get back on his feet. "Don't worry. I'll try to make it up to you, although I don't have much money right now."
"It's just a wall … The church is rather old. I've been meaning to repair it." Falken turned around and looked at the wall of his church, his eyelids twitching. He was not sad about the wall, but shocked by the power of the spell. He could tell that his church wasn't directly attacked, but it was affected. Even so, the wall still collapsed. It was not hard to infer how powerful the spell was.
He learned how to control magic power in two hours and drew the spell model in half a day. Now, not only did he learn to cast spells, but he had also learned to strengthen them. This was no longer a level that could be described with the word 'genius'. The other party's knowledge had already reached a very exaggerated level, even though he was clearly just a young man.
Seeing that Falken was not angry, Roland was secretly relieved. In any case, Falken had helped him a lot, and it would be a great loss if he pissed him off … Roland made up his mind that the next time he experimented with magic, he had to find an empty place in the mines.
With his back hunched, Falken sat down next to Lauren and said slowly, "Child, you won't recover so quickly. Let's have a chat."
"Okay." It was indeed boring to lie on the ground. Roland agreed. "What do we talk about?"
Falken looked at the moon in the night sky. "Tell me about your plane."
Roland hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't tell you much. We signed an agreement before we came here. We can't tell you the details of our plane."
At this moment, Roland didn't know that not only was there an agreement, but there was also a system block. All the unique names in reality would be identified and blocked by the system. For example, airplanes, cannons, computers, and whatnot.
Falken smiled. "That's a shame. I'm really curious about your world. Why don't I tell you about the adventures I had when I was young? "
"Okay."
Roland didn't know why Falken was talking about his youth, but he was quite interested in it, partly because it could kill time, and partly because Falken's experience might be useful after he left the town.
Then, Falken began to talk in the slow and steady voice of an old man. His childhood, his first love, his helplessness, his relief, and his persistence were unfolded before Roland's eyes like a painting.
Everybody was curious about other people's experiences, and Lauren was no exception. Falken's life was not exactly a spectacular one, but it did have its highlights, and it sounded quite interesting.
One was talking while the other was listening. Time passed quickly, and the sun was already rising in the east. Under the effect of the Healing Spell, Roland's body recovered very quickly. At this time, he could already sit up, and at this speed, he would soon be back to normal.
"Just like that, I became a believer of the Life Goddess and came to Red Mountain Town."
It was already dawn. The orange sun in the east had half revealed its face. The church was facing the east and was dyed gold by the sunlight.
Falken was about to stand up, but he suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen on him. Roland was stunned for a moment, only to find that he couldn't move either. Not just them, the whole world was frozen and soon turned black and white.
"This game time is over. Please wait for the next game world to open."
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