Letter from the Druid

"Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!"

On the way back, the witch kept sputtering and thrashing around and uttering fishman-like language, as if she were as aggrieved as if she had received a great deal of grief.

Eleazar held her, his eyes out in contemplation.

Seeing that he ignored him, the witch suddenly made even more intense noise.

Eleazar turned back helplessly, pressing down on a shoulder that was about to be ripped out of its socket.

"By the way, what about you? What style of wedding do you like?"

"Palace? Folklore? Or mystery?"

Evelea's body shook, and her heart was suddenly flustered, sweet, heartbroken, aggrieved, all kinds of complicated emotions rushed to her heart, and the thread of destiny suddenly grew in strength.

"Don't even think about it!"

Calming her panic, Evelea shook off his hand harshly and ran off with a scathing remark.

"With her and without me!"

Looking back at the two men behind him across the street, Eleazar mused slightly.

Well, there's still work to be done...

Back on the shopping street, Eleazar turns on his heel and walks into the tailor's store.

Uncle Fioz, who was cutting the wadding, looked up in surprise.

"Eleazar?" "Didn't you guys go out and play?"

"Uncle Killer..."

After more than ten years of nicknames, once again called out, only, he was no longer the little kid with a toddler's gait, and that person, too, did not furiously correct him to call his brother, the wheel of time mercilessly crushed through, that graceful melancholy handsome man, indeed, has turned into a greasy uncle.

Fioz's eyes deepened for a moment.

"You finally remembered..."

Eleazar asked silently, "How long do you have?"

Fioz smiled calmly, "Don't waste your energy on a dying man like me, besides, they're all still waiting for me..."

"Fina..."

"Of course Eleazar was given to you, you were the one who cried and wouldn't let us go back then, and said yourself that you would marry Eleazar and raise me when you grew up."

Fioz smiled faintly, "I wouldn't need you to raise me, remember to take care of Eleazar from now on."

Looking into the calm eyes that had been released, Eleazar was overwhelmed with bitterness.

Walking out of the store, he struck up a conversation with Fina, who had just walked back in, and forcing back the restlessness that had risen up inside him again, he quickly asked, "Is there really not a single thing that can be done about that curse of your father's?"

Fina drops her eyes silently, "Well..."

"The transformation ritual is broken, the sequence is all but incomplete, there's no way to continue digesting the magic potion and no way to replenish the transcendental activity, which occultly means there's no point in existing anymore..."

...

Eleazar returned to the store in silence.

He already probably understood the horror of that curse.

Nibbling Sequence!

In that case, those who escaped in the first place, except for the children who hadn't yet become Transcendents, the Sequencers had probably all met with misfortune. Father had a chance to survive, but he chose to keep the materials for the Titan Ritual to remake his body for himself...

Knowing those things made his heart heavy.

He was in a heavy mood, and the witch sitting at the counter was equally affected.

She felt really bad about the trip.

The warlock had been right, this was a place of sorrow for them, and once those things were known, they were overwhelmed.

"Ah, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying!"

Evelea suddenly jumps up on the table and extends her hand in a vicious gesture.

"Do you still want to decontaminate the Evil God's spirit!"

She wasn't the gentle and conciliatory type to placate him, so she had to distract herself with another crisis.

Eleazar took a decidedly deep breath, then smiled helplessly.

"Stop standing on the table and get down."

Witch sniffed and jumped from the table onto him.

"I want to go to a hot spring in the snowy mountains!"

"We don't have snow here..."

"Let's go play somewhere else then!"

"Stop it, I have business to attend to."

The witch directly bit his ear with a mouthful and said viciously, "Don't even think about preparing for that woman's wedding, I'll absolutely do whatever I can to ruin it!"

Well, it did seem like this was going to be tough, so let's wait until they've eased up a bit before we discuss it, and he can't get too close to Fina right now.

"Well, not mad at you."

Eleazar gently touched her head and put it down.

"Have you seen my mail?"

"No!"

Eleazar frowned at once and searched the house.

That can't be right. Hasn't that druid written back yet?

Looked around and finally realized it was on the counter.

The other party sent three letters in the last few days, but all of them turned out to be various paper crafts.

Spreading one of the paper cranes out, Eleazar glared at the innocent-faced witch without a second thought.

Evelea bristled, "Why deal with the Environmental Defense Association, don't you know they're a notorious nature cult?"

"Better than the church."

"Not necessarily oh, they're actually cannibalistic."

"It looks like cooperation, but it's actually getting to know as well as testing, and once you have a thorough grasp of what you're asking for, you'll finally start to implement control, and anyway, if it's that idiot Knight, it won't be long before he becomes someone's puppet."

Eleazar skimmed through the letters and said absently, "That can't be helped, whoever told them they could cultivate herbs."

"If it weren't for me, you'd definitely be under someone's control!"

Witch crossed her arms, "Hurry up and thank me!"

"Well well well, thank you!"

"No sincerity!"

"Hey, it's not even dark yet!"

...

[Letter: Deer head essence...]

Mankind has always been attracted to primeval forests, and from time to time various legends circulate about beasts that are fierce, tame, or hostile in various ways.

However, as man explored the forest and gradually moved deeper and deeper into it, the awe of the unknown weakened. Gathering wood, building shelter, and lighting the fires of civilization, mankind has spread like a plague, and in doing so has angered the forest and its inhabitants.

The forest is a place where darkness and raw nature are born, and as long as it is old enough and lush enough, then there are bound to be powerful and fearsome guardians that protect the forest and the beasts that dwell within it for the sake of true nature from the humans who wantonly expand their territories.

Not the wallflowers of the naturalist sects who sway from side to side for balance, but the true guardians of nature!

...

"You're really going to help them clean up that deer head spirit that's been alive for decades?"

In the evening, the witch frowned back as she slowly sat down in the tub filled with hot water.

There was no way to go to a hot spring in the snowy mountains, so I had to make up for it that way.

"Well, the man promised to give me a tour of his plantation when it was done, and to pick any herb I wanted."

Eleazar replied slowly, then asked again curiously when he realized she had lost her voice:

"What's wrong with you?"

"God, it's so hot..."