Return to Beijing (1)

"What's going on with that red bird just now?" a brown-haired girl in a cloth skirt asked the person on the bed.

"Maybe we just mistook people for birds. Look, isn't the white one already here?" The black-haired girl wearing a deerstalker hat pointed at Finne who was nestled in Inger's arms.

"The size is wrong." Arlene, a country girl with brown hair tied into a herringbone braid, gently stroked Finne's feathers. "Eric, how can people fly? We are not seeing things wrong."

"Wasn't it okay to be a wizard? Maybe it's his magic." Eric's straight hair leaked out from his hat. He crossed his arms and said impatiently: "Are you still going to take care of him? I don't think he's hurt. Send him back as soon as possible."

Arlene took a towel and wiped the sweat off Inger, who was groaning on the bed. His hands unconsciously clenched his arms, but his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was fighting a nightmare.

"Look at him, how can you send him off? Don't you know him? Go back and find your teacher and ask him to take a look."

"Tsk. He's so far away from here, I don't know how he got here. He must have flown here." Eric exclaimed.

"Who is he? Do you have a bad relationship with him?" asked Alin Ai.

"Him? He's very famous. Everyone in the Military and Political Academy knows him. He's Inger Neka, the genius in the magic class and the second son of Duke Neka." Eric said in a sarcastic tone.

Arlene then laughed, "I see. No wonder you don't like it. But Eric, you have to know that not all nobles are evil."

Eric stated as a matter of fact: "The fact that they were born and raised in such favorable conditions is a crime in itself. Everything they enjoy is based on the exploitation of countless poor people and slaves."

Arlene sighed, "I don't understand your logic, but you used to be a medical student, so you can't just leave him there."

"You're not going to die, why are you worrying about that?" Eric said rudely.

She was very upset now. She had finished her practical assignment ahead of time and came to her good friend's house by bullock cart, ready to have a good time with her, but was disrupted by this uninvited guest.

"I don't know what these guys who used to hunt in the Monster Forest are doing here!" Eric muttered, rolling up his sleeves to cook.

Arlene was still worried about Inger's condition, so she repeated it again.

"Go find the teacher, at least to let him know you're safe."

"I'm not going! It's such a long way there and back, he might have woken up by now, so I'd have made a wasted trip! Besides, he doesn't have any injuries at all, won't he be able to walk back by himself after waking up?" Eric's angry voice came over.

Arlene smiled helplessly, and she looked at Inger's face again. His skin was rosy at first, but after a few moments, it became paler and weaker, and he didn't look like he was fine.

There were indeed no obvious wounds, but the talking in my sleep became increasingly severe.

Arlene looked down with pity.

[What on earth did I go through to become like this…]

Two days later in the morning.

Arlene came back from shopping and found that Inger, who had been lying on the bed, had sat up, with his cracked lips tightly closed and staring out the window with lifeless eyes.

"Eric! Eric! What's wrong with him?" Arlene shouted hurriedly.

Eric took an apple from her basket and bit it, saying casually, "He got up not long after you left, and he's been like this ever since."

Arlene quickly went over to pour a glass of water and sat next to Inger: "Then you have to feed him something!"

But no matter how she called out, Inger remained motionless, and his gaze did not change at all.

Eric sat down. "So I said it."

Arlene then patted Inger's shoulder, and Inger's body suddenly shrank, as if he was a spring that was suddenly bent. He hugged his knees, buried his head in them, covered his chest, and trembled with extreme fear.

"………What's wrong…" Alin Ai asked softly.

Inger began to make a throbbing sound.

"Eric, come and see if he has any internal injuries."

Eric waved his hand impatiently. "I've checked him several times. There's nothing wrong with him. If there is anything wrong, it's psychological."

Arlene could do nothing about it and could only call him again and again.

This went on for two days, and his complexion became worse and worse. Eric finally couldn't stand it anymore and slapped Inger on the head.

"Ah! Eric?!" Arlene screamed.

Inger didn't know whether he had reacted to the slap or not, but he finally raised his head.

"Alex?"

"Look! There's a reaction!" Eric said, "Not Alex! It's Eric! I'm not His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince."

Inger's eyes gradually brightened. He shook his head dazedly and licked his dry lips. His throat seemed to be on fire and tears kept flowing down.

"You... I didn't hit you that hard just now, did I? Why are you crying?"

"Eric!"

Inger croaked, "Is there any water?"

Arlene quickly handed it over.

"Thank you."

Inger took it, swallowed the cold water, and sobered up a little. He wiped away the tears.

The situation just now was so terrifying.

He knew that he was trapped in the clear memory of dying over and over again, but he could not get out of it.

Every nerve and every inch of air recreates the experience of death, which is simply indescribable and worse than death.

He looked down at his limbs.

【It was a good bet. 】

When he woke up, he returned to his body.

Then my guess has been verified.

Fei Leng, also known as the Puppet Demon King, possessed him when he was dying, but for some reason he was possessed by him in reverse. His soul entered Fei Leng's body and came to the demon realm.

Inger tore open his robe and the two girls stared.

Inger saw a long, slightly sloping scar on his chest.

【I am indeed dead. But I am still alive. 】

【This dress is also very strange. 】

He looked at what the two girls were wearing. They looked out of place and didn't look like something they could afford.

[It's impossible that they cured me. The scar has healed perfectly.]

It looks like a scar that has healed for decades.

Inger raised his hand lightly, and the phoenix pattern on the back of his hand lit up. His palm sank, and he grasped the Dawn Wand skillfully.

"Oh, it really is a wizard!" Arlene laughed.

Eric snorted and turned his head away.

The white bone claws opened, the Seagod Pearl floated up, and a familiar small bead of light floated out.

"Seven, one missing." Inger's pupils shrank slightly.

Could he understand this as the spell that had cast upon him before his death taking effect, so the wand had brought him back to life?

There are eight beads, which means he has eight chances to be resurrected.

Inger scratched his head, crazy thoughts running through his mind.

The magic wand made of phoenix material actually has the ability to bring the dead back to life, and more than once. If this is true, then the power of this thing will be no less than that of a divine weapon...

[Yes, if this is not the case, how can I explain the fact that I am still alive now? ]

Inger could think of no other possibility.

Inger took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, put his clothes in order, and pressed them against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, but still feeling a lingering fear.

The existence of the wounds proves that his death was a fact.

And he is indeed still alive.

twice.

He came to this world and experienced the gates of hell twice.

This kind of thing cannot be forgotten the second time, and the pain still remains in his memory.

But he was clear-headed.

He has no regrets.

Whether it was becoming familiar with Alex and other main and supporting characters, or saving Alex but leading to his own death.

No matter how many times he has to do it, he will still choose to save him.

This is an irrational and utilitarian consideration.

Because Alex would do the same, he had no doubt about it.

When Inger was reading comics, he was also puzzled as to why those people were willing to die to save the protagonist.

This kind of determination is something that only the parties involved can understand.

What's more, it is so easy to die bravely. The pressure and despair are all on the living.

So he was lucky to be alive.

From another perspective, if it was Alex who died.

Then Inger wouldn't be able to live long.

The protagonist of this world is Alex. If he dies, the human beings in this world will eventually perish.

A Lin Ai brought a bowl of hot oatmeal porridge and said, "Eat something."

Inger smiled weakly at her: "Thank you."

Eric said, "Just thank you?"

Inger looked at her and said earnestly, "I will definitely send you a thank-you gift when I return. Thank you for taking care of me these days."

"Yeah, try to give more. The Duke's child can't be so worthless." Eric sneered.

Arlene held Eric's shoulders and said to Inger, "Don't listen to her nonsense! We didn't do anything, don't worry about it. You should rest well before you set off again."

"Well, what time is it now? The exact date."

"September 25, 1891, Chinese calendar."

【Four days passed.】

"About what time did I wake up?"

"About two days ago."

【That's right. 】

He was really confused during those two days.

Inger finished his porridge and drank some water, then suddenly asked, "Ms. Brea, are you going back to Nantes?"

Eric replied subconsciously: "Of course...how do you know?"

"You are a student majoring in media in the regular class, the daughter of Count Breya. Am I wrong?" Inger said softly.

Eric frowned. "It seems the rumors about your good memory are true."

"I can only say that having a good memory is not a good thing." Inger shook the wooden cup.

Eric looked at him intently.

Inger looked directly into her eyes, which were clear black and white and full of inquiring desire.

[This person doesn't appear in the comics. It shouldn't matter.]

"Come back with me."

Inger was a little worried about Alex's safety. If nothing unexpected happened, Professor Obide had already brought him back to the capital. His injuries were serious and he needed to return to the capital for treatment.

But he had to go back to where they came from to check if they were still in the Southwest Territory.

"I was about to go back. If I let you go back by yourself, Arlene would scold me again."

"By the way... Miss Arlene... where is this place? Where did you find me?"

"This is a village in the southwest of Amiel Territory near the Earldom of Breya. We found you under a tree full of Casadi flowers."

Inger remembered that he had seen this plant in a plant atlas, a deciduous tree with no fragrance but bright red flowers, and the resin emitted a fragrance in summer and autumn.

A shadow of uneasiness passed through his mind.