Chapter 3218

"The story of fate will definitely not be so boring. You know, Stella, the Old God of Fate - Mr. Ring, is actually also known as the 'God of Drama.' He likes to sit in the auditorium and watch the strange and interesting stories of fate between mortals, and sometimes he will even go down to the field to play a role himself.

The Prophet Association is a well-known branch of the ancient Fate Sect, but in fact, the ring sorcerer organization 【Tragedy Troupe】 also originates from the oldest Fate Sect."

Miss Reinhardt recounted what she had seen and heard, but in fact, she was still quite concerned about being just a "secondary supporting role." Miss Larson nodded thoughtfully, secretly looking at Xia De, guessing whether this would be "Mr. Ring" who went down to act, and then she was frightened by her bold idea.

The girl with beautiful platinum long hair asked Xia De again:

"The matter of the three relics, you all know from the spring, right?"

"Partly. Something unexplainable happened when I first entered the spring."

"It doesn't matter, there are too many unexplainable things in this world, just like you yourself are a very good example."

She smiled gently and recommended Xia De to taste the lamb stewed with cabbage. The white-haired girl looked at this scene by the table by the window, feeling that this journey was really interesting. Three days ago, she couldn't have imagined that her teacher would be talking and laughing with a man by the table.

After lunch, the old priest in the village who went to check the purification of the spring also returned. He excitedly took Xia De's hand and expressed his gratitude, and even wanted to invite the three to stay for dinner together:

"Although the spring is very far from the village, since the accident there, people in the village have to walk half an hour of mountain road to get water from further away for daily use. Little Claire, you and your friends really helped a lot! I see that old Harald was confused himself, otherwise he wouldn't have driven you away."

However, the three declined the old priest's retention. After lunch, they left the village. According to the witch's meaning, returning to the town now is the best choice, but Xia De thought he was fine, and the cultist was forced back once, and the probability of bringing people to find trouble again in the afternoon was very small, so it was no problem to continue to deal with the second pollution source:

"More importantly, I am very confident that my luck is very good, especially in the snow mountain in winter. It is not easy for the 【Bad Luck Sect】 to take action against me."

"But my luck is not that good."

The witch leading the way complained in a low voice, but still took Xia De and Miss Larson to the road up the mountain.

The cat usually takes a nap after lunch. Although there is no way to lie on the windowsill and rest in the sun today, resting in Xia De's clothes is also a quite good choice for it.

The cat can take a nap, but the three humans can only climb the mountain with their legs, which made Xia De miss the group of furry little things in the forest again. The second pollution source is located in a remote auditorium on the mountainside, which already belongs to the inaccessible place on the snow mountain. The witch in childhood of course had never been there.

However, she knew the history of that auditorium:

"The torch-passing route of the All-Souls Festival changes every year. On the one hand, it is because of the changes in the natural environment, and on the other hand, it is the flow of the spirit and element tide of the snow mountain itself. The place we are going to in a while was probably the only way for the All-Souls Festival to climb the mountain fifty years ago. It was only abandoned when my grandmother was a girl."

"Miss, are these abandoned small auditoriums in the mountain usually managed and maintained?"

Miss Larson asked curiously, but the witch shook her head:

"No. Unless it is necessary, we rarely take the initiative to maintain the style of a certain area of the snow mountain. Everything on the snow mountain belongs to the snow mountain. After we don't use that area, the snow mountain will let that area return to nature by itself. Of course, if the route is changed back later, those small auditoriums scattered in the mountains can be reused after a little repair."

Xia De thought of the ruins of the temple in the mountains mentioned by Silvia in the morning:

"On Fatumunster Snow Mountain, besides the auditoriums of the Fatum people, are there other ruin buildings?"

Miss Reinhardt nodded affirmatively:

"Of course there are. The history of the snow mountain is quite ancient, and even if we trace it back to a more ancient era, we Fatum people cannot be considered the indigenous people here."

"You migrated here in the Fifth Era?"

"Late Fourth Era or early Fifth Era, the history passed down in the tribe is already very vague. Before us, small city-states and large towns appeared near the snow mountain, and even for a long time after the Fatum people appeared, there were other people active on the snow mountain."

She reached out and pointed in a direction, and Xia De and Miss Larson both looked over.

"I remember there is even a castle ruin of the Fifth Era there. Although most of the castle area is buried in the snow, it is indeed a real castle. The history of the tribe says that a Fifth Era witch built a castle here, seemingly to guard something, but later the castle fell into decline, and we don't know what happened at that time."

The three people's walking speed was quite fast, and after officially entering the mountain, they could fly at will, so they arrived near the destination around 2:30 in the afternoon.

The wooden boards hanging on the stone steps and rock walls in the mountains had already rotted or disappeared, but one could still see the traces of the Fatum people once active here. The wind in the mountains made people unable to stand firm. While walking forward step by step, the black ice crystals around gradually increased.

The snow surface was turning black. The witch walked in front to clear the foul ice crystal snowmen coming towards her, Miss Larson was in the middle, and Xia De was behind to deal with the things crawling up from his feet. The bodies of the three people were close to the rock wall, walking quite carefully on the stone slabs inserted into the rock wall.

Suddenly another strong wind blew, and Miss Larson screamed and fell down. Xia De hurriedly grabbed the rope around his waist and looked down with Little Mia poking her head out of his arms, and Miss Reinhardt followed and jumped down, and flew up with her apprentice a few seconds later:

"Stella, be careful."

"Sorry Miss, but here... is really too high."

She grabbed the rope connected to Xia De with a pale face. The six-ring girl could not fly yet, and this kind of road was really too dangerous for her.

The auditorium was not on a gentle snow slope or in a cave, but was forcibly excavated by manpower on the side wall of this cliff. They walked a distance along the cliff wall, and then saw the dilapidated auditorium whose gate was blocked by black ice cubes.

Xia De then flew over and summoned flames to melt the ice cubes, and then used a thunder spear to defeat the black snowman hidden behind the ice cubes. Only then did the witch and the white-haired apprentice follow in. Although the pollution situation inside the auditorium was more serious, at least it was sheltered from the wind here, and the damp and rotten smell was more reassuring than the environment just now.

The area of the auditorium was not large, about the same size as the bathroom in Xia De's house. The three people standing inside were a bit crowded, and there was nothing in the auditorium except stone chairs and fire basins. It looked more desolate than the gravekeeper's hut in 【Tombstone Wasteland】.

Black ice layers covered the uneven walls. Through the black ice, one could vaguely see traces of murals on the walls. Xia De originally thought he would perceive special spirit and element reactions here, but there was nothing here except pollution.

So he did not delay time, took out the Holy Grail that had become larger, and prepared to cast the spell, even looking forward to long-haired Luweiya's voice appearing again.

It's just that no accident happened this time. As the Holy Grail entered the ground, earthy yellow aura surged in the snow mountain, gradually melting the black ice layer. After Xia De took back the Holy Grail that had become a circle larger again, there was no black ice inside the small auditorium.

After the ice and snow melted, nothing unexpected appeared on the floor of the auditorium, which made Xia De, who was prepared to find something strange, very disappointed:

"That's it. Speaking of which, these murals on the wall..."

He just opened his mouth while holding the Holy Grail, but unexpectedly found that the surrounding abnormalities did not disappear. The black ice melted, and the thick earthy yellow aura diffusing around dissipated, but a layer of ice-blue mist diffused around at this moment.

"What is this?"

He turned to ask the witch, but found that the witch and the white-haired girl had disappeared. Looking around again, this was no longer the small auditorium in the cliff of the snow mountain.

He appeared in the open outdoors. The wind and snow blew from the front, making Xia De unable to see the surroundings or even stand firm in just a few seconds. There were snowflakes under his feet and in all directions, and Little Mia hid in Xia De's arms to avoid the wind with a "meow."

So Xia De blocked his face with his arms, and then felt that he was blown by the wind mixed with snowflakes as if he wanted to take off with the wind:

"Where exactly is this?"

He tried hard to squint and look forward. The source of the strong wind and snow was the ice-blue strong light source in front that could not be seen through. Just seeing it, Xia De subconsciously had the idea of wanting to contact it, and by the time he reacted, he had already moved forward in the snow step by step.

The cat lying in his arms provided him with warmth like a small stove. The strong wind and blizzard became more violent as he moved forward. For some reason, Xia De actually saw Chloe's figure in the light in front. He was not sure if this was an illusion, but his heart was completely hot at this moment. He struggled forward along the slightly undulating slope. Some traces of buildings seemed to appear around, but he couldn't distinguish them in the blizzard with such low visibility.

When he finally arrived in front of that light and reached out his hand to it—

【Outsider, you have touched miracle and enlightenment.】

(End of chapter)