Age of Adepts Chapter 297: Do you believe in destiny?

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The child climbed up into the sky again that month, and the cold and desolate glow shone through the mist into the mushroom house.

Alice chopped the burning red soup pot, and silently looked at the moonlight that penetrated through the gap of the wooden house. Bloodshot eyes were filled with deep despair, sorrow and numbness!

Crying, begging, Curse, scolding ...

Everything she can do, she has done it one by one these days.

Unfortunately, in the face of an old witch who can't enter into oil and salt, she is directly ignored by the other person, whether in disguise or real emotion. The only thing the old witch would do every day was to stand on a high wooden bench, while stirring the soup pot with a huge wooden spoon, while whispering and telling stories that nobody could understand.

The nasty black snake lingered on the roof beam above the soup pot. Whenever Alice tried to escape from here, it would appear in time, using a hissing snake tongue to force her back again.

Ghostly swamp, scary haunted house, ugly witch, and creepy black snake ...

It all sounds like a bizarre dark fairy tale!

But what brought Alice was unbearable torture and suffering.

Alice can't sleep and dare not sleep.

Every time she falls asleep, the space barrier on the surface of the body disappears, so what waits for her is the boiling soup. The pink and white petite body will be hot and red, and instantly covered with large and small vesicles and red flesh after ulceration.

And when she mourned in the soup pot sternly, the old witch ran over happily, no matter where she was, scooping up the scarlet soup with a spoon, and then drank it. In the words of the old witch, the soup soaked in the blood of Alice has a taste of fate!

So the only thing Alice can do is to keep your mind clear and exhaust your Strength to fight the fatigue on physical body. Whenever she felt that she couldn't hold it, she would silently remove the space barrier on her left hand, and then used the sharp pain to stimulate her sleepy Spirit and drive away the heavy sleepiness.

After a few days, her left hand has been boiled with boiling soup and there is no half-inch of good meat, and the thick purple-black blood has become layer by layer. I never waited for a complete recovery and a new scald appeared.

With this method, Alice barely survived the last two days.

When Grim's tall body appeared in the mushroom house, Spirit of Alice was on the verge of collapse! The whole person was groggy and seemed to have no sense of all changes to the outside world. But it is amazing that even in this case, the Alice body is still wrapped with a thin layer of space film to protect the body from the invading soup.

Seeing the tragic situation of Alice, Heart of Flame Fiend in the chest of Grim throbbed violently twice, and almost broke the Witchcraft seal, burning the anger in his body.

"It's ten days, I'll take the Alice!" Grim indifferently left a sentence, leaned his arms into the hot soup pot, and fished out Alice.

Looking at Alice's completely purple-black left hand and spotty ulcerated skin and blood on the body, Grim's black pupils ignited two clusters of small flames, suppressing the anger with the last trace of reason, both hands held up Alice was as light as a body, striding away and leaving.

It is strange that the low-lying old witch just looked at it with a smile and did not interfere with Grim's's behavior.

When the tall body of Grim is completely hidden by the dark swamp fog, it will no longer be visible, the old witch will put a smile on her face, and there will be a night-like scream.

"Fate! Fate! Fate ..."

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When Alice wakes up again, she is already in a clean and bright room.

The rooms are simple and simple.

A single bed, a chair, a brown wooden table, that's all the furnishings of the room.

And at the wooden table, a burly body sat there, watching the book quietly.

Alice The body lying in the soft silk quilt twisted slightly. According to the silky touch, she could feel that she was not wearing any clothes. And the wounds from all over the body came with a sense of coolness, mixed with the hot sting, which made her feel itchy and uncomfortable.

Alice raised her left hand gently. The dense white cloth wrapped her left hand like a little bitch. When she sniffed it before her nose, she could smell the smell of hemostatic cream and skin water.

The mouth is numb and bitter. As soon as Alice sticks his tongue out, he realizes that there is a leaf of life in his mouth.

Hum, he threw me to the old witch without saying a word, now I want to rely on these little graces and small favors to win my heart and want to be beautiful!

Somehow, I was dismissive, but the tears of Alice couldn't help flowing down.

With the keen sense of Adept , even the slightest movement in the room cannot hide his eyes and eyes.

When Alice's tears were blurred, the tall figure of Grim had appeared in front of the bed, and she was bending down and looking down at her slightly.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"Hmm!"

"I have already given you medicine. With your Constitution, it will be fully recovered in about three or two days without leaving too obvious scars!"

"Hmm!"

After a brief conversation, there is a utter unspeakable silence.

Everyone has been Apprentice Adept, all from the bottom up, and there are not one thousand but eight hundred terrible sufferings. In comparison, the torture suffered this time is not the worst. No matter which Apprentice Adept, you have to bear all these sufferings alone, even if the blood sheds and the tears run dry, no one will suffer for you.

So both Adept and apprentice develop a cold and lonely spleen.

So at this moment, both the Grim who took the initiative to ask for the cold and the Alice who were concerned about it looked like they didn't know how to continue.

"Alice, where did you stay for ten days, do you know why the old Sorceress did this to you?" Grim suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help asking.

"What else could be the reason? Of course it's because she's crazy! She's a neurotic woman ..." Alice hated her teeth as soon as she remembered this period of torture.

"I always have an illusion ..." Grim frowned.

"What illusion?"

"She seems to want to help you!" Grim hesitated for a moment, and finally expressed the feelings in her heart.

"Help me!" Alice opened his eyes and almost couldn't help jumping out of the quilt. She waved her bitch-like left hand in anger and growled, "I was so miserable by her, do you say she wants to help me? Are you crazy?"

Grim is not scared by Alice's open-tooth dance claws, and a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You and I know very well that Northern Witch is a closed group that is extremely traditional and inherited. That Liana belongs to a different Sorceress genre than you, so she will not easily hurt you, so as to avoid involvement in the selection of Destiny Sorceress.

"So what?"

"If you and I have the truth, don't you think her behavior is weird?"

"Of course her behavior is weird, because she's already crazy!"

"Alice, calm down, don't let anger confuse your reason. Taste carefully, what kind of message does she want to convey to you with this behavior!"

Alice still shook his head ignorantly.

"Her behavior makes you resentful and makes you feel weak. So what do you most want to get when your emotions are brewing to the extreme?"

"strength!"

"Yes, it is strength! You need strength to grow yourself, you need strength to avenge yourself. So where does your strength come from?"

"Where does strength come from?" Alice repeated in confusion.

"What you awaken is the talent of Destiny Sorceress! Although there are many Destiny Sorceress awakening at the same time, but you have to trace the source, you must understand where your strength source comes from!"

Alice shook his head like he didn't understand.

Although she is talented and talented, her lack of experience still makes it difficult for her to keep up with the jump thinking of Grim.

"You must always keep in mind the source of your strength." Grim bitterly taught: "What you awaken is the Destiny Sorceress talent, so your strength source can only belong to the word fate. Alice, I ask you, do you believe in destiny? "

Alice raised his head and looked at Grim's firm eyes. Finally, for the first time, he began to seriously consider the true meaning of Destiny Sorceress talent.

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in destiny?

I asked myself over and over again, Alice also became demented for a while.

Yeah, since the gift was awakened, Strength of Space is like an instinct, and it has become her ability to call and leave. Relying on this powerful space talent, she can easily wipe out all opponents of the same level.

The mighty strength puzzles her.

The awe and praise of the crowd made her flutter.

The successes one after another made her intoxicated, but she had forgotten where her real strength came from!

Fate?

Fate!

Recalling this journey after becoming Apprentice Adept, she never seemed to know consciously, to grasp what is destiny and what is destiny.

She just enjoyed the glory that her destiny gift brought her, so she never tried to approach it and understand it.

So at this moment, when she successfully tastes the weak humiliation, and when she desires the powerful strength again, what should she do next? Is it meditation day after day like other Adept , accumulate knowledge and resources, strengthen your strength, or ...

Alice suddenly felt confused.

Even if she recognizes her own way forward and understands the nature of her strength, how can she experience that fatefulness?

Do you shout "Fate, I believe in you" into the sky to make yourself more powerful strength?

Still looking for a clear way out, Alice finally raised his head and bet his hope on Grim.

"What should I do? Teach me!" Alice asked earnestly for the first time.

"Do you believe in fate?" Grim asked again solemnly.

This is both an inquiry and an answer!