Chapter 127: Use Your Hand to Play My Chess (Part 1) Everyone has a must...
The stone house suddenly became quiet, and the fireplace, which North had added charcoal to before her vacation, was silent.
Vifia's eyes moved between Arnold and the iron block. Although she said it was another method, the meaning behind it was extremely obscure.
However, this was not difficult for Vifia to understand. She said, "I think the meaning is that the message left by Debbie Fiorella can only be seen by the people she designated."
The people on the side looked at her and connected it with Arnold's words.
"Then..." Osa frowned, "Who did she leave the message for?"
She looked at Kaharun, the only person here who knew Debbie Fiorella best: "Who might she leave it to?"
"Aiwulite?" Vifiya subconsciously guessed, if Debbie Fiorella lived her entire life for experiments, then as her only successful experimental subject, how would she feel about Aiwulite?
If that's the case, I'll probably have to wait for Avril to come over before trying again.
Kaharun shook his head. "No, I haven't heard that she has any friends, nor have I heard that she has any deep ties."
"How do you solve it?" Isidore asked seriously. "Suppose it's an ordinary person without any magical powers. How do you solve it?"
Although direct contact is one of the methods, it is too simple and makes him feel it is unlikely.
Several people in the room had obviously thought of this question as well. Vifiya, who now had some understanding of magic, touched her chin.
but……
She stared at the iron block on the table. Tiny white lights shone from its surface. Vifiya blinked and asked in confusion, "Did you see that?"
"What?" Kaharun asked.
Several people followed her gaze and saw that the iron block was no different from before.
Kaharun picked it up and stared at it for a long time. He thought in his eyes and handed it to Vifiya, but Isidore grabbed his wrist.
He looked over, and before Isidore could stop him, Vifia had already grasped the iron block.
The slightly cool touch was transmitted to her nerves, but there was no emotion in her eyes.
Osha and Arnold also stared at Vifiya with bated breath, but after a long time, nothing happened.
Vifia leaned on the backrest, raised her arm, and placed the iron block in front of her eyes. The light spot disappeared since she took it.
Isidore released his grip on Kaharun's hand. In his memory, Debbie Fiorella was extremely friendly to her. He was not sure whether that fell into the category of friendship, but he still did not relax, even though the iron block in her hand was still like a dead object, without any magical fluctuations.
Time passed little by little, and finally the fireplace made a faint crackling sound.
Just when Vifiya was feeling a little disappointed and wanted to put down the iron block, a strange woman's voice suddenly appeared in her mind.
"You want to kill me? Unfortunately, I won't die by your hands."
The woman's voice was clear, and Vifia's eyes moved. She was sure that this was the first time she had heard such a voice.
“Everyone has something they must do…”
The small piece of iron suddenly burst out with a strong light, and fine and dense runes entwined and spread rapidly, and magic circles intertwined, rotated, and expanded.
The magical cyclone instantly filled the entire stone house, the vase not far away was instantly overturned, and the neatly gathered curtains were blown away, rustling.
There was a clanging sound in the house for a while, and the charcoal in the fireplace splashed sparks, which were then stopped by the fence and fell down.
Osa was sitting and was pushed a few steps away by the cyclone. She reacted quickly, grabbed the backrest, and reached out to Vifiya with a panicked look on her face.
One of the magic circles of the iron block quickly brushed past Vifia's side, preventing her from almost touching the hand of the person in front of her. After her fingers briefly touched the magic circle, she ignored the trembling and burning at her fingertips and stretched out her hand again.
"Don't touch!" Kaharun breathed on her, and soothing magic enveloped her and Arnold.
After ensuring that the two would not be affected by the magic cyclone, he released the magic power in his hand again instantly. The two cyclones in the house collided, and a stronger magic power suddenly appeared, cutting off the cyclones.
This is Isidore's magic.
The curtains slowly stopped, and the room fell into silence for a moment.
Arnold, who had already stood up, had an anxious look on his face. Magic was not within his area of expertise. The most important thing he should do at this moment was not to act recklessly. He looked at Kaharun.
"What's going on?" Osa clenched her fists and stood up. She couldn't help but take another step closer to Vifiya. She wanted to use her magic power, but it could only be transmitted through the sword. She didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally hurting Vifiya.
In the sight, the girl's hands fell limply at her sides, the iron block was suspended in front of her forehead, the magic circle inside was still running, and her red eyes were empty and lifeless.
Kaharun frowned. The magic circle he had cast on Vifia couldn't sense any attacking intent, but with her appearance, he couldn't guarantee she was 100% harmless. Thinking that he was the one who handed the thing to her, he couldn't help but regret it. If anything really happened to her...
He looked at Isidore who was standing beside him. He was too quiet. He took anything related to Vifia very seriously, let alone the current situation.
But Isidore was not at all flustered. His eyes were calm, and his silver pupils stared at Vifiya and the iron block in front of her without blinking.
Osa and Arnold followed Kaharun's gaze and saw a strange, tiny light in Isidore's eyes.
Kaharun reacted immediately, the surprise in his eyes did not fade, and he did not ask him when he learned the new magic.
Vifiya, who was shaking their minds, was unaware of what was happening around her. The voices of Isidore and the others gradually faded away. Under the white light of the iron block in front of her eyes, the colorful mirror images shattered and fell in her eyes, leaving only endless white.
Vifiya blinked and could not feel her own existence, like a white cloud, floating lightly.
A familiar feeling.
She lowered her head, then raised it again, and there was nothing in her sight but white.
It was the same feeling as when the goddess pulled his consciousness in to witness Valega's life.
If that's the case, her body should be in an unconscious state. I hope Osa and the others won't be scared.
Thinking of this, it was as if a vague gaze fell on her. She raised her eyes and saw a head of wavy wine-red hair.
The woman turned sideways, raised her hand and tapped her chin, muttering to herself, "Xiao Hui, what a strange name."
It was the sound I just heard in the stone house.
The woman turned her head, and for a moment, her eyes seemed to meet Vifiya's.
Vifiya saw the woman's appearance clearly. She had a bright and bold face and a pair of bronze-gold pupils that could be called a work of art.
She looked past Vifia and smiled faintly: "I am Debbie Foorella, a magician."
Vifiya watched Debbie's next move without blinking, and suddenly her eyes became blurry, and a gray mist passed by gently.
A strand of black hair swayed in the peripheral light below, and the vaguely familiar hair color in her memory emerged in her mind. Vifiya's heart trembled uncontrollably. She subconsciously reached out her hand, but caught nothing.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the empty palm. She suddenly blinked blankly and withdrew her hand in confusion. Why did she reach out her hand for no reason?
Turning her sight back to the front, Debbie saw a long, vague shape standing next to her. Judging from the size of a child, she bent down and observed the child thoughtfully. "Not only is the name strange, but the appearance is also strange."
Not knowing what the child had said, Debbie stood up straight and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's normal. That's just who I am."
The figure gradually became blurred, and Vifiya took a step and tried to move forward.
"Hey, you won't die here, will you? That's so pitiful." The clear voice sounded again.
Vifia looked over and saw Debbie squatting next to the child at the same length as last time. There was no pity in her eyes, and her face showed disgust towards herself: "I am meddling in your business."
She stretched out her hand and uncontrollably injected a large amount of magic power into the child.
The next second, Vifiya got the answer as to whether the child survived or not.
Debbie wiped the blood from her left eye and asked the child standing beside her, "Do you want to see my masterpiece?"
Perhaps having received an answer, Debbie tilted her head back and didn't speak immediately. After a while, she asked in confusion, "How do you manage to be both interesting and boring?"
This time she didn't wait for the child's answer. She spoke again, but this time with a mixture of bitterness and relief: "Everyone has things they must do. If I don't do it, someone else will. Since I can do it and I can do it well, why shouldn't I do it?"
The child interrupted, and Debbie laughed at herself: "No, I don't need to defend myself."
"My experiments may seem bloody and vicious to others, but I don't regret it."
As if repeating her resolution: "Xiao Hui, I don't regret it."
"I know what I did, and I will not deny my sin."
A blurry block belonging to a child, somewhere that Vifia didn't notice, with black hair fluttering, and in just a moment, it turned golden and then became blurry again.
Debbie's figure gradually faded away, and her last words were light, like a ribbon floating in the wind, floating into Vifia's ears.
"My death should not be your responsibility. Thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I am very happy."
Vifiya originally thought that a magician who was so obsessed with human transformation experiments and whose hands were stained with blood would at least be crazy, but she didn't expect her to be so gentle.
She stared quietly at the place where the figure disappeared. Since she came here, she found that her emotions were very calm, even without any waves.
But strangely, when she blinked, she actually felt a sense of astringency, which was obviously not in line with common sense.
Combining Isidore's words with the information she had deduced, if the Xiao Hui that Debbie was referring to was herself, and she didn't know Debbie now, how could she have any other feelings towards her?
A completely magical creation, the tears of the ocean, is this all that is left?
Is this the only message?
Or, did she miss something?
The golden hair fell over her ears and moved without wind.
A drop of red fell on the nose of a body far away that she could not sense.
Everyone who was watching Vifiya's body gasped.
Osa's face was full of anxiety. She opened her mouth, closed it again and took a deep breath. She clenched the dagger on her waist. If that didn't work, she would try to cut through the magic layer of the iron block.
Arnold saw her intention and was about to help her, but Kaharun, who was standing beside her, grabbed both of their wrists and shook his head.
Kaharun looked in Isidore's direction.
Isidore's eyes never left Vifiya. Seeing the blood in her nose, her breathing became disordered, but only for a moment.
There seemed to be colorful dots flashing in front of the silver-white pupils. He stretched out his hand, and in the space isolated by the iron block, the faint white light gradually became clearer and slowly condensed into a magic line.
When Osa and the others saw this scene, they held their breath.
Kaharun's eyes widened. Although he had guessed what Isidore wanted to do, he didn't expect him to actually do it.
Controlling one's own magic power to a state close to being integrated with natural magic power, disguising it as natural magic power in the magic layer confined by other magicians, and concentrating one's own magic power inside, seems simple, but in fact there are many problems in the operation, which is why this set of magic has only existed in theory for so many years.
The magic line slowed down little by little and moved steadily towards the magic circle where the iron block was still moving.
Several people didn't dare to blink at this moment, staring at the magic line with all their might.
Isidore was certain that if his magic line could touch the iron block, even just a little bit, he would be able to extinguish all the magic in the iron block in an instant without hurting Vifia.
The magic line approached the iron block little by little, with both ends being within reach.
A transparent hand pinched the magic thread.
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