"Servia, your strength is increasing rapidly."

"Yes, this is all thanks to your guidance, Master Wizard."

[The first phase of your training of the heroes has come to an end]

[As long as you continue to absorb soul fire, Sevilla will naturally be promoted to a higher level. For you, soul fire is the least scarce thing.]

【Your goal has been achieved】

[But looking at the snowy sky, you decide to wait until the next spring to start a new journey]

[A snowstorm that is too severe, mixed with the aura of death from the underworld, will seriously hinder your vision and the efficiency of your detection technique.]

[You don’t want to save a little time and end up making the entire journey unpleasant]

[Heavy snow and howling cold wind]

[Affected by the natural disaster of the dead, the snowflakes that should be pure white appear light gray when they fall into your palm]

[You stand in a remote suburb, staring at the dark sun hanging high in the sky, blending into the cold sky, bringing an equal silence to all things]

[Winter is here, and the low temperature is destroying people's will]

[Resisting the onslaught of the undead is hard enough, and fighting in such severe cold weather is an even harder torture.]

[In the past, this nameless little city and the old wizard trapped in the first ring of the realm would be troubled by the coming of winter]

But this year is different

[Because you continue to harvest soul fire and conduct practical training with Severia, the number of undead around the town has always been maintained at a relatively low intensity.]

…

Laughter and joy.

Crying with joy.

Even at a great distance.

Xu Xi could still hear the voices coming from the city.

People were cheering and celebrating that they were about to survive the harsh winter. They prayed to the gods, cheered to the lords, and paid tribute to the local wizards.

"God's grace, it must be God's grace that has descended upon us!"

"Haha, yes, that's absolutely true!"

"I haven't had such a peaceful winter in a long time. I want to drink three more cups!"

"Shut up, Vol'jin, you idiot who doesn't even know how to write the word 'wine'. You're going to squander all the team's commission money!"

"Oh, damn it, if you do that again, I'm going to kick your fat ass with my pointy boot!"

Xu Xi was standing outside the temporary workshop.

Quietly looking at the bustling town.

There was wind and snow blowing, but it was completely blocked by the soul power on the surface of the body. That is the characteristic of a second-ring wizard, who can interfere with reality with his soul.

In a sense.

It can also be understood as the hand of a wizard that does not require any ritual to release.

"The speed at which the underworld is encroaching on the wizarding world is getting faster and faster. I haven't seen such a joyful atmosphere as today in a long time."

The glimmer of the soul shines through the eyes.

Form an alternative perspective.

Xu Xi saw that the streets of the small town were covered with snow, and people were smiling happily, chasing each other in the snow to celebrate.

Winter is coming to an end and the new year is about to arrive.

However.

People in the wizarding world do not have the custom of celebrating the New Year.

The territory is vast, the kingdoms are countless, and the people's customs vary greatly, but there is only one festival that is recognized by the entire mainland.

winter snow festival.

Perhaps this is why people in the small town are cheering as we see it now.

"To praise the purity of the sky and to thank the baptism of snowflakes, this is the original meaning of the Winter Snow Festival, but now-"

Xu Xi paused and reached out to catch a few dark snowflakes.

Today, when the underworld is eroding us.

The snow is no longer white.

It can be said that most of the meaning of the Winter Snow Festival has been lost.

However, the people in the city don't care about this. They urgently need an outlet to vent their joy and happiness.

Therefore, it evolved into the scene that Xu Xi saw.

"Wizard, are you interested in the Winter Snow Festival?"

The voice is like a spoon tapping on a porcelain cup.

He had a sword on his waist and was wearing a cloak. Half of his delicate face was revealed under the light brown linen cloak.

Matching with it is the natural pause between words.

It has the elegance and gentleness of an aristocrat.

Sylvia looked at Xu Xi curiously: "I thought that the wizard had no interest in these things."

"It's more of a feeling of nostalgia than an interest."

"After all, I haven't seen such a happy scene in a long time."

Xu Xi answered the girl.

Pick up a cup of hot tea from the side, take a few sips, and feel the warm current rushing into your body, moisturizing every part of your body.

At the same time, Xu Xi also prepared a portion of burning dead mushrooms for the undead girl.

"Ah, thank you."

Sylvia took the Mushroom of the Dead.

Just a few small sniffs.

Now, her body is in a disabled state, unable to eat normally, and relies entirely on the soul fire for sustenance.

Hold the Mushroom of the Dead in your hands and gently hold it in front of your body. The hazy and subtle smell will flow into your soul fire, bringing you a unique gourmet experience.

“Hmm—”

The girl made a strange sound.

"Any questions, Sylvia?"

"Yes, I was wondering if this kind of mushroom could be cultivated more."

Hesitant.

Sylvia made this conjecture.

When burned, the dead mushrooms will emit a scent that is comfortable for the deceased. So, if different variants of mushrooms can be cultivated, will the scent smelled by the deceased be different?

Sylvia wants to try to cultivate different flavors of dead mushrooms.

Such as sweet, sour, bitter and spicy.

Xu Xi thought about it for a moment and felt that this suggestion was good, but it was far inferior to directly restoring his body.

call--

call--

The wind picked up.

Gray snow drowned the world.

Absolute silence enveloped everything, including the laughter and joy in the city. One could only judge from the faint light of the fire that people were still celebrating inside.

Xu Xi and Sylvia were isolated observers.

The difference is.

Maybe it's just pure watching.

Sylvia is introduced with memories.

"The winter snow festival here seems different from what I've experienced before."

The emerald green pupils, in the snow, are like emeralds cracked in a frozen lake; the light is refracted into bright ripples, which are the traces of memory.

"Maybe it's been so long that no one does it anymore."

"Master Wizard, did you know that in the past, the Winter Snow Festival required ice sculptures, which was a very interesting activity?"

"When I was little, my father and mother would take me to the largest square in the capital, where we would witness the unveiling of the king's ice sculpture with many other people."

"Come to think of it, this happened a thousand years ago."

"Is that so..."

Sylvia paused for a moment, her face showing a loneliness that she herself was not aware of: "No wonder, no one is willing to do this."

Only oneself survives.

Is this a gift from fate or a curse from the devil?

The brave man still can't figure out the answer.

"It sounds very interesting, Sylvia," Xu Xi listened to all the words patiently and nodded slightly.

He said this under the girl's surprised gaze.

"If there is a chance in the future, can you tell me more about the past?"

"Yes! ... Of course, as long as you don't mind."

In the howling snowstorm.

The hero felt somewhat relieved.