Chapter 220 The Key and Destiny Accompany You

In the year 542 of Guga, fourteen years had passed since the catastrophe on Saint Fagus Island ended.

It was also the fourteenth year since the death of the exiled mad priest, and the fifth year since the death of Grandma Black.

Under the cover of night, Nerys came out of the tower holding a glowing box.

The little fat boy followed her without saying a word.

The two stopped at the old site of the bell tower. Nerys looked up. After the bell tower collapsed, no new bell tower was built in the original place. Except for the rubble that was removed, everything else remained in its original appearance.

"Why tonight?" the little fat man asked with some concern.

Nerys said nothing.

Yeah, why tonight?

Fei Yi's return and departure, her reminder before leaving, and the instructions given by Grandma Hei before her death five years ago suddenly came true.

Nerys felt uneasy.

She reached for the box with one hand and deftly unlocked the door facing the old clock tower.

After the disaster that year, Black Grandma, contrary to her usual behavior, found her and said that she was willing to teach her all her knowledge about herbal medicine. She knew that Black Grandma had a bad reputation and a fickle temperament, but she still did not refuse. Samsonta needed a doctor.

She never understood what Grandma Hei was trying to do until she passed away five years ago. Then she realized that Grandma Hei was playing a game of chess, and there was only one move in the game.

Grandma Hei spent nine years scheming to gain their trust, just for the chance that they would fulfill her last wish at the last moment of her death.

She said: "I can't wait any longer. If there is anything unusual in the box one day, I will take it to the old site of the bell tower. Before that, the box cannot be opened."

Grandma Hei's only last wish had no context or explanation. She knew they would not refuse it, because as a person who considered herself vicious, she had spent a full nine years blocking the possibility of rejection.

Black Granny had been kind to them. In the past nine years, she had never asked them for help or caused them any trouble. Her nine years of generous teaching, her help to Samsonta, and her kindness in saving Clover made it impossible for Nerys and the others to refuse.

The light in the box grew brighter and brighter, and as it rose, the two were stunned when they saw the glowing object clearly.

In front of me was an eye, a tearful, compassionate brown eye.

It seemed to glance at them, then floated forward without hesitation, and landed silently in the center of the old site of the bell tower.

Nerys and the little fat man held their breath and watched the unknown scene before them.

In an instant, a huge and complex magic circle rapidly expanded and rotated, and the entire St. Fagus Island suddenly became as bright as day.

The sparkling spots of light on the ground under the sunlight turned into lines, rushing towards the magic circle, like water returning to the sea, and the magic circle became brighter.

Countless white dots floated up from the magic circle and gradually formed a phantom.

The sound of running was heard behind them, and Nerys and the little fat man were finally able to move their shocked gazes away from the front and turned back.

Chris slowed down his pace, panting. He had been there when the black grandmother died, and he probably knew what had happened, but...

The three of them looked at the shadow, and his pupils widened.

In the center of the magic circle, even if it was a shadow, they could make out what it was: a closed eye.

There seemed to be golden stars on Capri's blue eyelashes. Her eyes suddenly opened, the sun and the moon coexisted, and six pure white wings stood quietly behind her pupils.

They didn't know whether the eyes were looking at them, because the next second, the shadow disappeared.

All the lights converged and rushed straight into the night sky, taking away the light that was missing from Saint Fagus Island at night. The island was the same as usual.

Only a beam of light streaked across the sky and headed east.

It passes through the long night, briefly taking away the brilliance of the stars, competing with the moon, and becoming a momentary sun in the dusk, leaving its own traces on the rolling waves.

It stopped above an olive grove, then fell straight down, blending into the already complicated magic circle. The strong wind instantly weakened and turned into a breeze, gently blowing over the five guests present.

"This completely magical creation, transformed from divine blood, is but one of the keys. It's not complete enough to open the giant screen."

The sudden scene surprised Vifia. The magic circle in front of her gradually became radiant and colorful, and the slightly empty spaces in the circle were filled with new runes.

"My only connection with the old priest was the transaction involving the spine of the Erosion Beast Lord. I never expected a common man like him to be so intelligent and think like me. He undoubtedly helped lighten my burden."

"An ordinary human, unable to know the future, chose the option best suited to the future and sacrificed himself."

Debbie's steady voice explained in Vifia's mind, allowing Vifia to understand where the magic just now came from.

She suppressed the surprise in her eyes. She hadn't had time to process the aftermath of the eyeball. Her mind wasn't as clear as before, and she couldn't find where the eyeball was. So, the old priest had figured it out and had a backup plan...

Then, Vifia's eyes moved slightly. Someone on Saint Fagus Island activated the key. Was it Grandma Black, or... Nerys and the others?

Isidore looked at the magic circle. He had sensed the magic power just now on Saint Fagus Island.

Osha and the other two looked at what was before them in amazement.

"You don't need to do anything."

"I... no, we, we will open the door to the Western Continent for you."

There was a slight pause in the sound.

"There's no right or wrong path. Choose the one you won't regret. What you need to do next is not to look back easily."

Suddenly, a vertical line appeared in the middle of the magic circle, and it was imprinted on the giant screen, and the surface of the giant screen was like waves.

The magic circle moved in both directions with the vertical line as the center, completely splitting into two halves, and runes continuously filled the edges.

The giant screen opened by the magic circle was a thin screen as transparent as water ripples, and Vifiya saw the vague western continent.

"Go forward and choose your destiny."

"It's a pleasure to be with you."

Kaharun's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. Osa suppressed the shock in her eyes and couldn't help but take a step forward.

Isidore watched every movement and every change of the rune without blinking.

They had never seen a magic circle that could be split, or rather, it was the first time they saw a magic circle that was successfully split. This conjecture had always been mentioned, but no one had ever realized it.

The transparent thin curtain suddenly turned into a vortex, and an uncontrollable force pulled them up. In an instant, no one had time to hold each other's hands, and they were pulled into the door without warning.

The next second after Vifiya and the others disappeared from the spot, several figures were sucked in at the same time.

The magic circle closed, the magic power dissipated, and the giant screen returned to its original state. Except for the olive tree that was broken in half, everything was the same as before.

Quiet as usual.

The candles in the largest hotel in Pozozi were relit, and the warm orange light shone through the wooden windows, leaving silhouettes on the ground.

Zeni climbed up to the third floor and looked up to see Pashri standing in front of a door with a conflicted look on his face.

She walked over.

Pashri was stunned. Under Zeni's inquiring gaze, he finally shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and turned back to his room.

He had known for a long time that his mother had more than one child. After all, what was there for him to complain about? His mother chose him.

The light of the candle shone through the gap in the door. Zeni knocked on the door gently and pushed it open.

She knew where the other person would be in the room.

She walked familiarly through the living area and headed straight for the small balcony. When she saw a familiar figure, she slowly stopped.

"lady."

Yotina stood in front of the balcony, looking towards the direction of the olive grove, where something unusual had just happened.

"I just went to check and found that Miss Vifia was not in the room. Her things were not in it. The same was true for the people who came with her." Zeni reported calmly. She did not mention that Pashri was at the door just now.

Jotina was quiet, her eyes never leaving the olive grove.

She suddenly said, "Zenie."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I've already opened the back door." Zeni said. Just in case, she had already made a fake and pretended that Vifiya and the others had just left.

"Yeah." Yotina replied softly.

The wind in the middle of the night in early spring was chilly, and it made Yotina feel much more energetic.

It was an accident that she met Vifiya today, and the other party did not expect her to be here.

She believed that Vifiya would not be so idle as to inquire about her and go to Bosozi Town to find her.

She is now nominally a dead person, and if people find out that she is still alive, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

Yotina picked up the berry wine that was placed on the wooden fence.

After she escaped from the Marquis of Caseley's Mansion, she heard news about her daughter from time to time. It was not that she deliberately inquired about it, but Vifia was really high-profile at certain times.

The Marquis, who was knighted as a commoner, witnessed the Padica coup in Iskandar, including the succession of the imperial throne.

She didn't want to know how much Vifia was involved in it, nor did she want to know why the great Marquis came to the small town of Bosozi. It had nothing to do with her.

After drinking the berry wine, she wanted to ask her how Marlene was doing.

The mailing address she had given to Marlene before was the village next to Kermody. After learning that Marlene wanted to stay with Vifiya and have the life she wanted, she told her not to write to her anymore or reply to her.

"Knock." "Knock."

There was a knock on the door.

Yotina turned around and looked at Zeni, who nodded: "It should be the guest in Room 1. I'll go get him some wine."

The door opened and closed again, and Yotina stood on the balcony, still without moving.

Zeni, standing outside the door, lowered her head and looked at the little guest who had been living in the hotel for a month.

The man had ear-length white hair, clear and bright emerald green eyes, a lyre on his waist, and looked to be in his early ten years old.

He looks like a man or a woman, and he won't refute anyone's guess about his gender.

Zeni treated him as a teenager.

"Follow me, guest."

Zeni heard the bard's footsteps as he followed obediently behind her.

They walked downstairs, and Zeni poured him a small beer specially made for children: "Please enjoy it slowly."

"Thanks."

The bard picked up the wooden wine cup. Since there were no other guests on the first floor, he walked to the corner and drank silently.

The twice-diluted beer has a very light taste, with a slightly sour taste spreading in the mouth. It is actually more like fermented bread water than beer.

The bard was thoughtful.

Hmm...

My dear student has gone to the Western Continent. As a qualified bard, how can he miss the stories of the Western Continent?