Chapter 33 Chapter 32 The Liberator Depression and the Liberator

Lisa waved to Roger and the magic seal who came riding from the road, and when they got off their horses, they put the magic print back into the bowl beside the porch. The sigil stepped forward to examine the sigil she had drawn on the railing. "You're a quick learner," he said. "These sigils can withstand a large group of monsters in the center of the earth." "Soon?" Roger asked, "Hey Ye, this kind of statement is too subtle. Less than a month ago, she still couldn't tell the difference between the wind magic seal and the fire magic seal."

"You're right." The magic sealer said, "I've seen magic sealers who have been trained for five years can't draw lines like yours." Lisa smiles. "My ability to learn has always been strong, and you and my father are good teachers. I wish I had taken the time to learn." The magic seal shrugged. "It would be nice if we could all go back in time and change the decisions we made based on what's going to happen." "Then I think I'll live a very different life," agreed Roger. Riza laughed and led them into the cabin. "Dinner is almost ready," she said, walking towards the stove. "How's the town council going?" she asked, stirring the steaming pot.

"A bunch of idiots," the rune muttered. She laughed again. "So smooth?" "The town council voted to change the name of the town to Liberator's Bowl," Roger said. "It's just a name." Lisa said, and came to the table to help them pour tea. "The name is not the problem, the problem is the meaning of the name." The magic sign said, "I persuaded the townspeople not to call me the liberator to my face, but they still do it behind my back." "As long as you accept this title, you won't be so troubled." Roger said, "You can't stop people from spreading such legends, and all the bards going to the Krasia Desert are now telling this story."

He shook his head. "I'm not going to lie and pretend to be someone else in order to alleviate my troubles, if I want to live a carefree life..." He didn't finish. "How about rebuilding?" Lisa asked, bringing him back to reality before he slipped into memory. Roger smiled. "The townspeople have recovered from their health after taking your potion, and now the town is almost rebuilding at the rate of one new house a day." He said, "You can move back to the town soon." Lisa shook her head. "This cottage is Bruna's legacy, and it will be my home from now on."

"It's too far from the town, and you will be far away from the protection range of the taboo magic seal circle." The magic seal man warned. She shrugged. "I understand your intentions in planning the new streets to be sigil-like," she said, "but there are advantages to being outside the circle of forbidden sigils." "Oh?" the sigil asked, raising one sigil eyebrow. "What good is it to live in a land where demons can walk easily?" asked Roger. Lisa sipped hot tea. "My mother also refused to move," she said. "She said that with your new magic seal, and those woodcutters will cut down the devil when they see it, there is no need to move."

The Moyin frowned. "I know it looks like we drove the demons away, but based on the history of demon warfare, they certainly won't stop there. They'll come back, and I want Logging Hollow to be ready." "Liberator's Depression." Roger corrected, looking at the Rubidding Man with a smile. "As long as you stay here, they will be ready." Lisa said, deliberately ignoring Roger and continuing to drink tea.He watched the rune carefully over the rim of the cup. After seeing him hesitate to speak, she put down the teacup. "You're leaving," she said. "When?"

"When the townspeople are ready," the Mosiul replied, without denying her conclusion. "I have wasted many years, hiding these sigils that would make the Free Cities worthy of their name. I owe it to all the cities and villages in Tesha that they have not gained enough power to fight against the night." Lisa nodded. "We want to help you." "You are already helping," said the Rubik. "With you taking care of the logging depression, I can leave with peace of mind." "You need more help," she said. "Someone to teach the other herbalists how to make gunpowder and poison, and to heal damage done by the Inner-Goblin."

"You can write it down," said the Rubik. Lisa snorted softly. "Give the secret of the flame to a man? It's too unreliable." The magic seal hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you two are just slowing me down. I'm out in the field for a month at a time, and you can't take that kind of journey." "Unbearable?" Lisa asked. "Roger, close the shutters," she ordered. The two men looked at her curiously. "Shut it up," she ordered, and Roger got up to do so, blocking out the sun, and the room immediately fell into darkness.Risa had already started shaking a vial, and she was enveloped in a phosphorescence.

"Secret door," she said.The Mosiji opened the secret door leading to the cellar where the demon fire was stored, and the air was filled with the smell of chemicals. Lisa held the glass bottle high and led the way into the darkness.She went to the candlestick on the wall and poured the phosphorescent potion into the glass jar, and the sigil eyes, which could see in the dark as day, were wide open long before the phosphorescent light illuminated the cellar. There were several heavy tables in the cellar, and on those tables were five or six corpses of earth core monsters at different stages of dissection.

"O Creator!" Roger exclaimed, choking and nauseated.He rushed up the stairs, gasping for breath. "Well, maybe Roger can't bear it yet." Lisa admitted with a smile.It turned to the runes. "Did you know that a wood demon has two stomachs? One stacked on top of the other, it's shaped like an hourglass." She picked up a tool, peeled away the layers of skin from the demon's corpse, and began to explain. "Their heart is not in the center, it's in the lower right side of the ribcage," she continued, "but there's a gap between the third and fourth ribs. I think that's what someone trying to inflict on a demon should have. Knowledge."

The Mosiri looked at where she pointed in surprise.When he looked at Lisa again, his expression seemed to be seeing her for the first time. "Where did you get it..." "I ordered the loggers you sent to patrol the neighborhood to get them for me." Lisa said, "They were happy to provide me with test items. I also found out that these demons have no sexual organs, they are all neutral. " The Moyinren looked at her in surprise. "How is this possible?" "This is a very common phenomenon in the insect world." Lisa said, "There is a labor class engaged in labor and defense, and there is also a sexual class responsible for controlling the nest." "Nest room?" the Moyin asked, "You mean the Demon Realm?" Lisa shrugged. The Moyin frowned. "There are some murals in Anaksan's tomb, depicting the first demon war. There are some types of earth core monsters that I have never seen in the paintings." "No surprise," Liza said. "We know very little about demons." She reached out and took his hands. "All my life I've had the feeling that I've been waiting for something bigger than boiling potions and delivering babies and seaming wounds," she said. "It's an opportunity to help more people. You think the big war is coming Coming? Roger and I can help you win this war." The Moyinren nodded and squeezed her palm lightly. "You're right," he said. "It's not just me that made it through the first night, but you and Roger as well. I'd be foolish not to accept your help." Lisa stepped forward and put her hand into the hood.Her palm was cold, and he touched her hand lightly for a while. "This cabin sleeps two," she whispered. His eyes widened, and she felt his whole body tense. "Does this scare you more than facing the devil?" she asked. "Do you hate me so much?" The magic seal shook his head. "Of course not," he said. "Why is that?" she asked. "I won't stop you from fighting." The magic seal was silent for a moment. "Two people together, there will be a third person soon." He finally said, letting go of her hand at the same time. "What's wrong with that?" Lisa asked. The magic seal took a deep breath, moved to another table, and said while avoiding her gaze. "While fighting the demon that morning..." "I remember." Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Li Sha encouraged him. "The demon was trying to escape back into the Inner-Earth," he said. "And tried to drag you back together." Lisa said, "I saw you two turn into smoke and sink into the ground. It scared me." The Moyinren nodded. "I am more afraid than you are," he said. "The passage to the Inner Terrestrial Realm is open for me, calling me, pulling me." "What does that have to do with us?" Liza asked. "Because it wasn't the demons that did it, I did it," he said, "I was the one who controlled the transformation at the time, and I was the one who dragged the demons back into the sun. Even now, I can still feel the call of the Inner-Demon. As long as If I am willing, I can enter the abyss of eternal doom with other earth core monsters at any time." "Your magic seal..." Li Sha said. "It has nothing to do with the magic seal." He shook his head and said, "I tell you, it's my relationship. I have absorbed too much of their magic power over the years, and I am no longer human. Who knows what kind of monster I will give birth to?" Riza leaned forward and cupped his cheeks in her hands, just like the morning they made love. "You are a good man," she said, with tears in her eyes. "No matter what the magic has done to you, that has never changed. Nothing else matters." She stepped forward to kiss him, but he made up his mind and pushed her away. "It's important to me," he said, "unless I know what I am, I can't be with you, I can't be with anyone." "Then I will find out what you are." Lisa said, "I promise." "Liza," he said, "you can't..." "Don't tell me I can't do something!" she cried. "I've heard enough of that in my life." He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm very sorry." Lisa sobbed and put her hands on his. "Don't be sorry," she said. "This is a disease that needs to be diagnosed and treated, like any other disease." "I'm not sick." The magic seal said humanely. She looked at him sadly. "I know," she said, "but you don't know you're not sick." There was a commotion on the Krasian desert horizon.Thousands of people poured out in rows, wrapped in loose black robes, shielding their faces from the stinging wind and sand.The vanguard consists of two groups of cavalry, the smaller group is lightly dressed and rides fast horses, and the larger group rides hunchbacked beasts suitable for crossing the desert.Behind them followed a line of infantry, and behind the infantry followed an endless supply convoy.Each warrior carries a spear engraved with intricate sigils. At the forefront of the troops was a man in a white robe riding a pure white war horse with smooth fur.He raised his hand, and the army behind him immediately stopped, standing silently, staring at the ruins of Anaksan in front of him. Instead of the wooden or iron spears carried by his warriors, this man held a gleaming ancient rune lance.He was Amann Aso Hoshkamin an Jadir, but his people had not called him by that name for several years. They called him Shadamakar, the Liberator.