Chapter 37 Sample Chapter Four Witches

Lisa's parents' home came into view—a modest hut for her father's means, built against the back wall of the paper shop, with a sigil guarding the way to the front door. Roger deliberately stayed behind, not observing the details of these houses, but secretly admiring her every move - her graceful body curves, her fair skin and dark hair in sharp contrast, her eyes seemed pure sky blue. Liza turned to him suddenly.Startled, Roger looked up in a panic. "Thank you again for coming with me and escorting me all the way, Roger." Lisa said. As if Roger would refuse her request. "It's not a hard job to have a meal with your family, even if your mother cooks dishes that even devils dare not eat." He teased.

"Maybe not for you," Liza said. "If I go alone, she will keep nagging until I feel like throwing up. With you here, maybe she will chatter less, maybe even treat you as my man, and then don't bring up this topic." Roger stared at him, his heart stopped beating with joy.Wearing the mask of a bard, his expression and tone did not reveal his inner throbbing at all, and he asked, "Do you mind if your mother thinks we are a couple?" Lisa laughed. "I'd love for her to think so, and most of the town to accept it. It's just you, the demon, and me who think it's ridiculous."

Roger felt slapped by her, but his heart started beating again.Fortunately, there was a mask, so Lisa didn't see these changes at all. "I hope you don't call him that." Roger changed the subject. "Aaron?" Liza asked, and Roger frowned. "Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!" she laughed. "That's just his name, Roger. I'm not going to pretend he doesn't have a name, no matter how much he wants to keep it secret." "Let him be a mystery," said Roger. "Eric used to say that if you rehearse a show that you don't want people to appreciate, sooner or later the audience will find out. It only takes one slip of the tongue and everyone out there will start talking about his name."

"So what?" Liza asked. "The reason why the Maulian feels uncomfortable in the town is because the townspeople treat him differently, and acknowledging that he has a name, too, might change that a lot." "You have no idea what a painful past he's got over," said Roger. "If his name is leaked, maybe someone will be troubled by it, and there may be people who have enemies in the world to hunt him down. I know this feeling, Lisa. The Maulian saved my life, if he doesn't want to be exposed My own name, I am absolutely willing to forget everything I know, even if it means I have to give up the song of the century.

"You can't just forget what you know," Risa said. "Not everyone's head is as big as yours." Roger said, gently pointing to his forehead. "Some people's heads are full at once, and they can forget useless things at any time." "Nonsense," Liza said.Roger just shrugged. "Anyway, thank you again." Lisa said. "There are many men willing to stand between me and the devil, but none willing to stand before me and my mother." "I think Galder would be happy," said Roger. Lisa snorted softly. "He's my mother's pet dog. Gard ruined my life, and my mother still wants me to forgive him and help him have a baby—as if he can kill demons and suddenly become someone worthy of life. She is a manipulative witch who can corrupt the minds of everyone around her."

"Bah!" said Roger. "She's not that bad. Get to know her better, and you can handle her like a pot of medicine." "You underestimate her too much," Lisa said. "Men can only see her beauty, but can't see through her dark heart. You will think that you are infinitely charming, but in fact she is seducing you, just like she seduces all men, making them against me. " "I think you have taken too many herbs." Roger said. "Ilona is not a monster in the center of the earth who is trying to destroy your life." "You don't know her well enough," Lisa said.

Roger shook his head. "Eric taught me everything about women, and he mentioned women like your mother, who used to be beautiful, but now began to show signs of age, and he said that women are all the same, a combination of menopause. Ilona She was always in the spotlight when she was younger, she just knew different ways to interact with the world. You and your father were always talking about grimoires and stuff she knew nothing about, which made her desperate for attention , no matter what method is used. Let her consider herself the focus of attention, even if she is not, it doesn't matter, she won't bother you when the time comes.

Lisa stared at him for a moment, then laughed. "Your teacher doesn't understand women at all." "He looks like he knows a lot," Roger replied. "Just look at how many women he sleeps with." Liza raised an eyebrow at him. "Then how many women have his apprentices slept with with these superb skills?" Roger smiled. "I don't like this kind of romance, but I'll bet a Miln yang that your mother will fall to my skill." "It's a bet." Lisa said. "A businessman once said to Eric: 'I paid you to teach my wife to dance!'" Roger said. "And Eric looked at him with a calm face and said, 'Yeah, but it's not my fault that your wife likes to lie down and dance.'"

Ilona laughed loudly, knocked the glass on the table, and splashed a lot of red wine.Roger knocked with her, and they toasted and drank. Riza, who was sitting on the other side of the table talking to her father, watched them frown—she really didn't know which was more frightening to her—winning the bet with Roger, or losing her mother.Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to bring him along - just the nasty jokes were disgusting enough, and Roger's eyes kept wandering to his mother's cleavage, although Ilona, ​​in her habit of deliberately showing herself, couldn't Blame Roger.

The plates had long since been emptied.Ernie was flipping through the books that Lisa had brought him, his eyes looked tiny behind the thick-rimmed glasses that never left the bridge of his nose.Finally, he put the book down with a grunt, and pointed to the stack of blank, leather-bound books in front of Liza. "There's only enough time to do a few books," he said. "You can draw by yourself faster than I can print a book." "It depends on my apprentices." Lisa said, taking the teapot from the stove. "Every time I finish writing a book, they can finish copying three books."

"Book seventeen." Lisa said. "But it's evenly divided between demonology and sigils, and most of them are from the sigils. Just redrawing the sigil tattoos he's got on his body would fill several books." "Oh?" Irona asked, looking up. "Then what parts of his body have you seen?" "Mom—" Li Sha blushed shyly and shouted. "I'm not criticizing you," Ilona said. "Despite the ugliness of the sigils, you can still meet worse men. But if you're going to do it, you'd better do it quickly, before long, there will be more girls who are younger than you and can have children. Compete with you." "He's not the Liberator, Mom," Risa said. "That's not what other people say," Ilona said. "Even Gard adores him." "Oh, since Gard thinks so, then he must be right." Lisa said, rolling her eyes. Roger whispered something in Ilona's ear, and she laughed again, turning her attention back to him.Lisa suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Speaking of the Runes," Ernie said. "Where did he go? Schmidt said another messenger came to summon him on behalf of the Duke, but on the day the messenger arrived he disappeared without a trace." Lisa shrugged. "I think he doesn't want to see any duke, he doesn't think he is a citizen of Lynbeck." "You'd better talk him out of the balance," Ernie said. "Our village did not produce as much wood as in previous years. Lin Beck was very dissatisfied with this. If there was no messenger to delay a little time, and the snow on the road was thick, he would not be able to send troops; but after the spring snow melted, Lin Beck will demand answers and confirmation of the Liberator's unconditional allegiance to him." "Is that so?" Roger asked looking up. "If the Magic Seal intends to fight against Lin Beck, the residents of many villages and towns will most likely join his camp immediately." "Exactly," Ernie said. "The same goes for other hamlets, even quite a few of the people of Fort Angels. The Rubik can start a civil war with a wave of his arms, which is why he'd better show himself before Lynbeck makes any rash moves. position." Lisa nodded. "I'll talk to him, I have some unfinished business at Angels." "The only thing you haven't done is under your skirt," murmured Ilona.Roger suddenly choked and spurted wine from his nostrils.Ilona smiled triumphantly, sipping her glass. "At least I can keep the skirt close to my ankle!" Lisa said suddenly. "You are not allowed to speak to me in that tone," Ilona said. "I may not know management or demonology, but I know you'll be an unwanted old woman before long. No matter how many demons you kill in your life, you'll go to your grave and regret that you didn't bring something to the world. any life." "I'm the herbalist in the town," Lisa said. "Isn't it bringing life to the world?" "Vika is saving lives, too." Ilona compared Liza's fellow herbalists. "But she still gave birth to a bunch of babies for Reverend Jonah. And Dashi the midwife would have a bunch of kids if she had the chance, if she could find a way to close her eyes and stay strong until she planted the offspring in her warm womb man." "Dasi has done more for our town than you, Mother," Lisa said.She and Daxi were both apprentices of the old witch Bruna before, and they used to be at odds with each other, but now they have abandoned the past.Daxi may not be her best student now, but she is definitely the most dedicated. "Nonsense," said Ilona. "I did my duty and gave you to the town. You may be ungrateful, but I think the Liberator will turn my mistake into a great service." Lisa frowned helplessly. "Any idiot can tell you're having an affair with a Rubid," Ilona continued. "And you're both out of step—isn't he good in bed?" she asked. "Darcy prescribed medicine for your father when he couldn't—" "This is ridiculous!" Roger exclaimed as Ernie blushed. "Liza wouldn't—" Ilona interrupted him dismissively. "Anyway, she won't be nice to you. No one can see that you have a crush on her, but you don't deserve it, violin boy, and you know it very well." Roger blushed like a carrot.He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. "You can't talk to him like that, mother," said Lisa, "you don't know anything—" "I don't know every time!" screamed Ilona. "It seems that your poor mother is too stupid to see the sunshine on her face!" She drank a swig of wine, casting a haze of fear that Liza had long known. "I do know the story of that song about the Rubik who finds you after you've been left by bandits on the side of the road," said Ilona. "I know how men treat women like us when no one is stopping them." "Mother!" Lisa warned with a serious face. "That's not how I want you to lose your virginity," Ilona said. "You're beginning to understand what's going on, and I'm expecting a better place for you from now on." Li Sha slapped the table with her palm, staring at her mother. "Take your cloak, Roger," she said. "It's getting dark, and we'll be safer with the demons." She put the blank book in her knapsack and slung it over her shoulders, then took the cloak painted with grimoires from the stake next to the door, and draped it over her shoulders It is fixed on the front of the neck with magic seal silver needles. Ernie came over and apologized with his hands outstretched.Riza hugs her father as Roger puts on his cloak.Ilona stayed at the table drinking. "Magic cloak or not, I hope you don't go out after dark," Ernie said. "No one can replace you." "Roger has the violin," said Lisa. "If the devil finds out, besides the magic seal of invisibility, I also carry a flame rod. We are safe." "You can use witchcraft to control the entire army of the Earth's Demon Territory, but you can't win the heart of a man." Irona taunted the cup. Lisa ignored her, put on her hood, and stepped into the dusk. "Do you trust me now?" she asked Roger as they walked up the avenue. "It seems that I owe you a Jinyang coin." Roger admitted defeat. Lisa and Roger rushed towards the center of the town.Their hot breath turned hoarfrost in the winter, but their furs protected them from the cold.There was silence all the way, only the snow crunched under the soles of the shoes. Roger hasn't said a word since being teased by Ilona.He bowed his head, burying his face deep in his long red curly hair.His violin was in its case, hanging under a colorful cloak, but she could tell from the way he kept flexing his fingers that he was depressed and wanted to vent.Whenever he was upset, he would soak in violin music. Liza knew Roger liked her—almost everyone knew.Half the women in town thought she must be crazy not to appreciate him.why not?Roger has a handsome and childish face, as well as extraordinary wit.His music is indescribably beautiful, and he can soothe Risa when she is at her lowest.More than once he had made it clear that he was willing to die for her. Despite her best efforts, Riza couldn't see him as a lover.Roger is not yet eighteen, ten years younger than her, so he can only be her friend.In many ways, Roger is her only friend - the only person she trusts.He was the brother she never had, and she didn't want to hurt him. "Your apprentice Kandel came to see me yesterday," Lisa said. "Actually, she's a beautiful girl." Roger nodded. "He's my best apprentice." "She asked me if I could make an aphrodisiac," Lisa said. "Ah!" exclaimed Roger.Then he stopped suddenly and turned to look at her. "Wait a minute, will you?" Lisa laughed. "Of course I will, but I won't tell her. I gave her a dose of sweet tea and taught her to share it with someone she likes. Watch out for the tea she serves you, or you might end up kissing her all night." Roger shook his head. "Never mess with apprentices." "Another famous quote from Master Eric?" Lisa sarcastically asked. Roger nodded. "And I'm happy to say that he abides by this famous saying. I heard that many apprentices in the guild are not as lucky as me." "It's two different things," Liza said. "Kandelle is about your age, and she's the one who bought the aphrodisiac." Roger shrugged, put on the hood, tightened the colorful cloak, and strengthened the magic seal.At this time, the last ray of sunlight has disappeared in the sky.The mist-like figure of the devil emerged from all directions on the snowy ground, condensing into many monsters in the center of the earth with teeth and claws.They smelled them in the air, but couldn't find them anywhere. In order to avoid complaints from neighbors about the smell of papermaking chemicals, Ernie built his house on a mountainside far away from the town, far away from the guarding range of the taboo magic circle that guards the whole town. A wooden fiend swung in front of Roger, sniffing the air.Roger froze, not daring to move an inch while it searched.From the movement under the cloak, Lisa knew that Roger was holding the Sigil dagger in his hand. "Go around, Roger," Liza said, moving on. "It can't see or hear you." Roger tiptoed around the demon, twirling the dagger with his fingertips nervously.He spent a lot of time practicing throwing throwing knives, and now he can shoot demons in the eyes from twenty paces away. "It's really weird," said Roger. "It's like swaggering through a large number of earth core monster kingdoms in the daytime." "How many times do you have to say this before you get tired of it?" Li Sha sighed. "This cloak is as safe as a house." The invisibility cloak was her own invention, based on the Sigil of Confusion taught her by the sigils.Lisa modified the magic seal and painted it on the fine cloak with gold thread.As long as she remained wrapped in her cloak and walked at a slow, steady pace, the demons could not see her, even if she walked directly in front of them. Then she made another one for Roger, painting the magic seal in bright colors to match the bard's colorful costume.She was pleased with Roger, who was reluctant to take off his cloak, even during the day; the Sigil never seemed to wear the cloaks she sewed for him. "It's not that your sigil is bad, but I'll never get tired of it," said Roger. "I believe that violin music can protect me," Lisa said. "Why can't you trust me?" "Aren't I just wearing a cloak now?" Roger asked, pulling his own cloak. "I just find it a little weird. I hate to say it, but it doesn't seem unreasonable for your mother to say you're a witch." Lisa glared at him. "At least it's a magic seal witch." Roger explained. "They used to say herbalism was witchcraft," Lisa said. "I'm just drawing sigils, just like everyone else." "You're not like everyone else, Liza," Roger said. "A year ago, you couldn't even draw the magic seal that guards the window sill, but now even the magic seal people have to ask you for advice." Lisa snorted softly. "No." "Nearly," said Roger. "You often argue with him about the efficacy of the magic seal." "Aaron is a magic sealer at least three times stronger than me." Li Sha said. "It's just...it's really hard to explain this situation, but after seeing a certain number of magic seals, those circles began...to communicate with me directly. When I see a new magic seal, I can probably find it by studying it. The use of the magic seal can be deciphered through the energy lines. I tried to teach other people this technique, but everyone can only memorize it by force." "And so is my violin," said Roger. "Music can communicate with me. I can teach people to play melodies, but playing 'After the Logging Hollow' isn't enough to appease the demons. You have to... soothe them." "I hope someone can calm your mother's emotions." Lisa murmured. "It's about time, too," said Roger. "Huh?" Lisa asked. "We're almost in town," said Roger. "The sooner you can talk to your mother, you'll feel relieved, and then start to get down to business." Lisa stopped and turned to look at him. "What would I do without you, Roger? You're my best friend in the world." She made a point of emphasizing the word "friend." Roger shifted awkwardly and moved on. "I just know what upsets you." Lisa followed quickly. "I don't want to admit that the Rubidi may be right about certain things..." "He's often right," said Roger, "because he looks at the world with a cold eye." "It's better to look at it ruthlessly," Lisa said. Roger shrugged. "It's almost the same." Lisa reached out to grab the snow on a branch as if nothing had happened. Roger noticed her movement and easily avoided the snowball she threw.The snowball hit a wood demon, which frantically searched for the attacker. "You want kids," Roger said bluntly. "Of course I would," Liza said. "I've always wanted to, I just never found the right moment." "Right timing, or right father?" Roger asked. Lisa let out a long breath. "That's right. I'm only twenty-eight years old. With the help of Red Grass, I can have children in another twenty years, but it will be more difficult than ten or even five years ago. If we married Gard back then, we My first child should be fourteen years old this year, and there will be at least seven more children." "Eric used to say, 'Nothing good comes from regretting things that didn't happen,'" Roger said. "Of course, he lived his life on that statement." Lisa sighed, stroking her belly, thinking about the lower body inside, she had some regrets that these did not belong to Gard.Roger also knew very well that her mother's guess was not wrong.But she didn't tell him, and she wouldn't tell anyone, that it was her ovulation period, and she was afraid she might get pregnant. Riza had hoped that Aaron would plant a seed in her belly when she seduced him days later.If he does, and she does get pregnant, she'll raise that child expecting it to be the product of tenderness, not violence.But the Maul refused her, swearing that he would never have children, because he was afraid that the demonic magic that empowered him would defile his children.So Liza brewed herbal tea, which she had sworn never to brew, to make sure the robber seeds wouldn't take root.When it was all over, she wept sadly into the empty cup. The memory made her weep, cold tears streaming down her face in the winter night.Roger reached out, she thought he was going to wipe her tears, but he put his hand into her hood, and then with a sudden jerk, grabbed a multicolored handkerchief, as if it was taken out of her ear. Lisa couldn't help laughing, took the handkerchief and wiped away her tears. When they arrived in the town, five or six geocentric monsters followed them, sniffing the footprints in the snow along the radius of the cloak's magic power.A woman at the edge of the taboo sigil block raised her longbow and sigil arrows, and shot them out like lightning, killing all the demons who failed to escape in time. Nearly every young woman in Liberator Hollow now uses a bow, if only she has the strength to hold one.Many older women who did not have the strength to draw a longbow wore crankbows that were strung.These women take turns patrolling the borders of villages and towns, killing any demons that wander nearby. Stepping into the range of the fire, Lisa saw Wanda waiting for them.The girl was tall and genial, and it was easy to forget that she was only fifteen.Her father, Flynn, was killed after the Battle of Logging Hollow, in which Wonda was also wounded.Now she's healed, but with a lot of scars, and fell in love with Riza while she was healing at the clinic.Wanda followed Lisa like a hound, ready to kill any monsters that dared approach.She carries a yew longbow given to her by the Rubik, and is adept at wielding this deadly weapon. "I hope you will allow me to escort you, Herbalist," said Wanda. "You are very important, and you shouldn't run around outside the circle of taboo magic seals alone." "That's what my father said," Risa said. "Your father was right, ma'am," said Vanda. Lisa smiles. "Maybe wait until your invisibility cloak is ready." "Really?" asked Vanda, delighted, her eyes wide open.Each cloak takes a long time to make, and it is a treasure like armor. "If I go, you must follow me," Lisa said. "I don't have much choice. I gave the pattern to my apprentice last week to sew." "Oh, thank you, ma'am!" said Vanda, reaching out her long arms and hugging Lisa like a big man. "I can't breathe anymore." Lisa finally gasped. Wang Da immediately let go and stepped back, embarrassed. "She doesn't seem old enough to leave the Sigil?" Roger asked in a low voice as they walked toward town.The stone slabs in Liberator's Depression meandered, but the Rubik took advantage of this feature to design a very large and complex Guardian Sigil.Regardless of the size of the devil, it is impossible to condense on the ground in the town, or cross the magic seal circle, or fly over the sky.The streets shimmer with a magical warmth. "She's already done that," Liza said. "Twice last week Aaron caught her out alone hunting demons. That girl is bent on revenge and I have to keep her out of sight." Once the town was dark and dead at sunset; but now the glowing slabs allow people to come and go as they please.In the battle a year ago, the depression lost a lot of people, but the population of the town continued to increase because the residents of the nearby villages were attracted by the legend of the magic seals to move here.These newcomers, pointing and whispering to each other as the Mosiri's good friends Roger and Lisa walked by. They entered the Demon Graveyard, the former town square, so named for the many demons and townspeople who died fighting in it.Despite the new name, the cemetery itself remains the center of activity for the townspeople: it's a training ground for the townspeople, and it's also where the woodcutters gather each night to receive the blessing of Reverend Jonah before they go out to hunt demons.And there they were standing now, heads and broad shoulders bowed, making sigils while Jonah prayed for them a safe night. The other townspeople stood aside, bowing their heads to accept the blessing.Without the shadow of the magic seal, he would not waste time praying for blessings, and he was usually out hunting at this moment.Sometimes he won't return for days, leaving a pile of demon corpses in the snow waiting to be burned by the sun. "Your ex-fiancé is there." Roger said, nodding to Gard.Gard stood in front of the loggers, bent down to let Pastor Jonah, who was often bullied by him when he was a child, draw a magic seal on his forehead with a charcoal stick. Lisa's ex-fiancé was a giant, taller than the other loggers, and few of them were six feet tall.He has long blond hair and bronze arms full of solid muscles.The handles of two sigil axes were exposed behind the shoulders, and a pair of iron armor gauntlets with sigil inlaid on the hard leather hung on the belt.Before long, the surface of the gauntlet will be stained with hissing black demonic fluids. Gard was not the oldest of the loggers, and certainly not the wisest, but after the Battle of the Logging Hollow, he was the leader of the loggers.During the day, he is the one who loudly urges the townspeople to exercise. At night, he will rush ahead of them, becoming the person who kills the most demons in the town except the magic seal. "It doesn't matter what he did to you," Roger said. "You've got to admit he's the kind of guy that people make statues of him and sing about him." "Oh, I don't deny that he's outstanding," Liza said, looking at Gard. "He has always been like this, like a magnetic field that attracts people to worship him. I was one of them." She shook her head sadly. "His father was like that. My mother would break her marriage vows for him—even understandable behavior from the Beast's point of view—and these two men were perfect in appearance." She turned to Roger. "What disturbs me is what's inside. The Lumberjack follows Gard without hesitation, but is he fighting to defend the swale, or to satisfy his desire to kill?" "That's how we used to think of the Runes," Roger reminded her. "He proved us wrong, and perhaps the same is true of Galder." "I don't think it's the same thing." Lisa said turning her head away and moving on. The church towered over the other end of the town center, and the new clinic that was built before the first snow was being built on the side wall of the church. "Hey, Ms. Liza, Roger!" Ben yelled when he saw them.Bane stood with his apprentices, who carried a large piece of glass and various glass-making utensils on their backs.A group of violinists stood by, noisily adjusting their instruments.Bane spoke quickly to the apprentices and came over to join them. "Magic when you're ready, Roger," he said. "How was the result last night?" Lisa asked. Ben reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glass vial.Li Sha took the bottle, her fingers groping for the magic seal on the glass surface.The body of the bottle looks like ordinary glass, but the magic mark on it is very smooth, as if the glass has been heated and calcined after the magic mark has been etched. "Try to drop it." Ben encouraged. Lisa threw the bottle on the slate floor with all her strength, but the bottle just bounced off with a crisp sound.She picked up the bottle and looked it over carefully, leaving no trace of the impact. "Great," she said. "Your spell skills are getting better and better." Ben smiled and bowed. "There are ways to break on the anvil, and if you do stick it, it's still not easy." Lisa frowned and shook her head. "It shouldn't be broken like that, let me see the bottle that hasn't been blessed yet." Bane nodded and directed the apprentice to bring another bottle, which looked exactly like the previous one. "This is what we intend to bless tonight." Lisa looked at the bottle carefully, her fingernails digging into the notch. "Perhaps the scoring attempt also affects the strength of the blessing," she mused. "I'll go back and think about it." She put the bottle in her apron pocket. "We've already started mass production," Roger said. "Ban and his apprentices blow glass and etch magic seals during the day, and my apprentices and I lure the inner earth monsters to bless the magic power at night. Soon every house will be equipped with magic seal glass windows, and we can also store them with peace of mind. Liquid Demon Fire." Lisa nodded. "I want to see the process of your blessing tonight." "No problem," said Roger. Daxi and Wika were waiting at the door of the clinic. "Ms. Lisa." Wika curtsied to her when she arrived at the clinic.She was plain, with a solid body, a round face, and full hips. "You don't have to curtsy every night, Wicca," Liza said. "Of course," said Wicca. "You are the herbalist of this town." Wika herself is also a qualified herbalist.Although both she and Daxi were older than Lisa, they both regarded Lisa as their superior. "I don't think Bruna would take this kind of behavior," Risa said.Bruna was her teacher and the town's former herbalist, a curmudgeonly woman who despised red tape like shit. "The old witch is too blind to salute." Daxi said, walking over and nodding to Lisa.Bowling was not Dacy's style, but the nod contained the same respect as Wicca's curtsy and lady title. The daughter of a family of lumberjacks, Dasi was tall and strong, though more muscle than fat.She outwits most men in ceremonial arm wrestling, and the sigil she wears at her waist cuts down demons many times in battle. "If someone is injured when the loggers come back, the clinic is ready to take care of the wounded," Tashi said. "Thank you, Daisy," Lisa said.Lumberjacks end their hunts at midnight, so midnight is always the clinic's busiest hour—even with rune axes, wood fiends are formidable foes.In the shade, their skin moves against tree branches, jumping down suddenly to attack prey. Still, the number of logger deaths was low.When a sigil weapon strikes a demon and emits a vibrant ray of light, the weapon drains the demon's mana.The magic power will be stored in the wearer's body, enhancing self-confidence and combat effectiveness.Those who feel the magic become stronger and their wounds heal faster, at least until dawn; only Aaron can still have magic during the day. "What are apprentices doing?" she asked Wicca. "The elder is weaving the rune cloak you arranged," said Wicca. "Others are disinfecting utensils and practicing calligraphy." "I took a few blank books and a written Magic Seal Book." Li Sha said as she put down her backpack. Wicca said: "I immediately asked them to start copying." "You asked the apprentice to copy the magic seal?" Roger asked. Lisa shook her head. "Now my apprentices are all taking the magic seal class. I won't let them be like us before, unable to take care of themselves after dark." Roger left Lisa in the clinic, and walked towards the apprentices gathered in front of the bandstand at the other end of the square.These apprentices wear a variety of colorful clothes.Some were residents of the Lowlands, but most were people from neighboring villages, attracted by the legend of the Rubik.Half of them were too old to lift a tool or weapon and decided to try the violin, only to find that their fingers did not have the dexterity needed to play the violin.There are also many children who have to wait for many years to see whether they have talent or not. Only a few are truly gifted, and the beautiful Kandel is one of them.She is from Lassen, and she has learned to play complex music not long after she came to town, and she is very talented in music.Slender and athletic, she learned somersaults and juggling as quickly as she learned to play the violin.Someday she'll be a top bard. Roger did not greet the apprentices immediately, and they knew not to greet him unsolicited.He took out the violin, plucked the strings and tuned it.Satisfied, he took out the bow with the remaining fingers of the severed palm - the bow seemed to be an extension of his arm. All the emotions hidden under the mask of the bard that night flowed out slowly along with the music, and the square was lingering in the moving melody. After the performance, the apprentices applauded, Roger bowed, and then led them to play a series of simple melodies for opening the scene.He frowned and listened to all kinds of out-of-the-box tones, only Kandel could keep up with him, her expression was full of concentration. "It's awful!" he exclaimed. "From last night to now, besides Candel, no one else has come out to practice with the violin? Practice! Practice all day! Practice every day!" Some of the apprentices complained under their breath, but Roger startled them by playing a few piercing scales on his violin. "I don't want to hear your complaints!" he cried. "We're here to confuse demons, not to perform at weddings. If you're not going to study hard, put your violins back in their case now!" Everyone looked down at their feet, and Roger knew he was being too harsh—not half as hard as Eric.He knew he should say something encouraging, but couldn't think of what to say for a moment--Eric didn't set many examples in this regard. 他转身离开，深深吸了一口气，不自觉地把琴弓放回定位，心中的罪恶与沮丧化为旋律。他让情绪转化为音乐，然后看向学徒，让音乐与他们沟通，赋予言语无法表达的希望和鼓励。随着他的演奏，人们开始抬头挺胸，双眼再度绽放坚定的光芒。 “实在太动人了。罗杰。”当他终于放下琴弓时，一个声音从身后说道。罗杰看见坎黛儿站在他身边。他甚至没有注意到她走近——完全沉浸在音乐中。 “你渴吗？”坎黛儿问，举起一只石杯。“我煮了一点茶，还是热的。” 黎莎打从一开始就知道她是要煮给自己今晚喝的吗？罗杰心想——你不配，小提琴男孩。伊罗娜说过。你自己也知道。 看来黎莎也知道，她干脆直接给坎黛儿一把长弓算了。 “我向来不喜欢甜茶，”罗杰说。“会让我的手发抖。” “喔，”坎黛儿说，立即如同泄了气的皮球。“好吧……那没关系。” “今晚我想听你独奏。”罗杰说。“我认为你可以了。” 坎黛尔眼睛一亮。“真的吗。”她尖叫一声，一扑而上，拥抱他很长一段时间。 当然，黎莎总会选在这种时候出现。罗杰身体一震，坎黛儿困惑地放开双手，直到她看见黎莎。她立刻离开罗杰，朝黎莎行屈膝礼。“黎莎女士。” “坎黛尔。”黎莎微笑招呼。“我闻到甜茶的味道了吗？” 坎黛儿满脸通红。“我，呃……” 罗杰脸色一沉。“去拿你的小提琴，坎黛儿。”他转身面对黎莎。“坎黛尔今晚要学习独奏表演。” “她可以吗？”黎莎问。 Roger shrugged. “这问题就像汪妲可以猎杀地心魔物了吗？她甚至比坎黛儿还要年轻。” “你当时有迫切的需求。”黎莎说。 “不会有危险。”罗杰说。“必要时我会接手，女人们也会随时搭弓戒备。”他朝魔印圈边缘点头，汪妲在内的弓箭手都在那边集结。 他们开始准备，命令弓箭手清空禁忌魔印圈外的一块空地。接着罗杰带领提琴手拉奏一系列嘈杂尖锐的音调，四周随即充斥着地心魔物痛苦杂乱的噪声。演奏台将这阵噪声限制在禁忌魔印圈外圈的区域，地心魔物时常在那里聚集，有时候数量众多。 一旦清空后，玻璃匠的学徒就冲出禁忌魔印圈，在空地四处旋转魔印玻璃。有大玻璃片、大玻璃瓶、小玻璃瓶，甚至还有一把耗费几星期才制作出来的玻璃斧魔印。 玻璃匠安全回来后，提琴手立即改变曲调。罗杰主导音乐，一边演奏一边大声下令，利用众人的音乐强化他的特殊魔法，引诱恶魔从树林进入空地。接着他独自走出禁忌魔印圈，利用自己的音乐控制每头恶魔的步伐，直到它们全站在他认为满意的地点。 “坎黛儿！”他叫道。女孩踏上前来，开始演奏。罗杰音乐渐弱，自地心魔物面前撤退，她才逐渐提高音量，迎向地心魔物，直到他完全停止演奏，将遭受迷惑的恶魔交给她去控制。 罗杰来到魔印圈边缘，黎莎等待的地方。“她真的很厉害。”他骄傲地说道。“恶魔会如同木偶般跟随她的节奏，加持所有它们接触到的玻璃。” 的确，地心魔物跟随坎黛儿小心翼翼的步伐在空地上移动。每当恶魔接触到地上的玻璃时就会发出一片闪光，刻蚀其上的魔印会吸收恶魔体内部分魔力，作全新的用途。 地心魔物低声嘶吼，朝魔力外泄处乱抓。坎黛儿试图改变旋律，抚慰它们的情绪，但大家都听出她在害怕，因为她已经开始走音。她试图加快节奏，弥补失误，但这样做只会让情况更糟。恶魔逐渐开始抛开脑中的迷惑魔力。 身穿魔印斗篷的罗杰慢慢接近她，在恶魔失去控制前还有足够的时间，但接着坎黛尔踏错一步。一只玻璃瓶在她脚下粉碎，玻璃插入她的软皮鞋底。她失声大叫，琴弓滑开琴弦，发出尖锐的琴音。 地心魔物立刻清醒，她的魔法崩溃。它们的鼻孔在闻到她的血腥味时张得很大，接着它们仰头嚎叫，朝她一拥而上。 罗杰发足狂奔，但他跑太远去和黎莎讲话，在跑到足够近的距离前，一头地心魔物的利爪已经陷入坎黛尔体内，将她拉到身前，然后对准她的肩膀狠狠咬下。鲜血浸湿她的衣衫，其他恶魔随即扑上，争先恐后地想要分享猎物。 “弓箭手！”罗杰绝望地叫道。 “我们会射中坎黛儿！”汪妲大叫回应，罗杰看见所有女人都拉满弓，只是没人胆敢放箭。 他开始拿起小提琴，拉奏恐吓恶魔的曲调。它们尖声吼叫，不再攻击，坎黛儿摔倒在地，但空气中弥漫着血腥味，想要逼退它们并不容易。它们嘶吼着，张牙舞爪，阻挡罗杰的去路。 “坎黛儿！”罗杰叫道。“坎黛儿。” 她虚弱地抬起头来，一边喘息一边朝他伸出一只血淋淋的手掌。 突然间，某个巨大的身影冲过罗杰身边，差点将他撞倒。他抬起头来，看见加尔德抓住一头木恶魔，甩到另一头身上。两头木恶魔都被魁梧的伐木工给扑倒，接着他举起魔印护手，狠狠锤打被自己压在地上的恶魔，发出阵阵耀眼的魔光。另一头恶魔爬起时，他也已经翻身而起，但地心魔物动作迅速，一口咬中他的手臂。 加尔德大叫一声，伸出另一手抓住恶魔的胯下。他强壮的手臂使劲，举起巨大的木恶魔，把它当作巨锤撞向其他恶魔。当他和恶魔双双倒地时，其他伐木工已经冲入空地，以魔印武器砍杀地上的恶魔。 在混战中，罗杰的小提琴毫无用处，于是他迅速跑到坎黛儿身边，将斗篷披在她身上，斗篷马上沾染一大滩血渍。坎黛儿在罗杰试图抱起自己时发出虚弱的叫声。场上的骚动吸引更多恶魔离开树林，多得弓箭手没有时间一一射击。 加尔德血淋淋的双手各持一斧，朝人群这边杀开一条血路。他丢下武器，将坎黛儿好像羽毛般一把抱起，在弓箭手和伐木工保护下，他迅速将她送往诊所。 “我需要输血！”黎莎在加尔德踢开诊所大门时叫道。他们把坎黛儿放在一张床上，学徒冲去拿黎莎的器材。 “抽我的。”罗杰说着卷起衣袖。 “检查他的血型是否符合。”黎莎对薇卡说，走过去刷洗手掌和手臂。薇卡立刻抽取罗杰的血样，妲西则试图检视加尔德手上的伤。 “先去看那些重伤的人。”加尔德说，抽回手臂。他指向大门，其他受伤的伐木工正被抬进来。 草药师开始工作，现场一片血腥。黎莎剥开、固定并缝合坎黛儿伤口，足足花了两小时才处理完。罗杰从头到尾在旁观看，因为输血的关系而有些头昏眼花。 最后，黎莎暂停片刻，扬起血淋淋的手背擦拭额头的汗水时，罗杰问道，“她会没事吗？” 黎莎叹息。“她会活下来。加尔德，把手给我看看。” “只是擦伤。”加尔德说。 黎莎压抑住一股皱眉的冲动，提醒自己今晚加尔德有多英勇。但不管如何努力，她还是忘不了自己的一生差点毁在他的谎言中，以及解除婚约后他如何殴打每个胆敢和她套近乎的男人。 “你被恶魔咬伤了，加尔德，”她说，“如果任由伤势恶化，我想很快就得砍掉整条手臂。过来。” 加尔德嘟哝一声，走了过去。“不太严重。”黎莎在用猪根剂清洗后说道。在他吸收的魔力帮助下，恶魔利齿咬出的伤痕比较平整，并已开始愈合。她拿干净绷带包扎好加尔德的手臂，然后将罗杰拉到一边。 “我就跟你说坎黛儿还不能独奏。”她愤怒地低声说道。 “我以为……”罗杰开口解释。 “你要在想，”黎莎说，“你只是想要献宝，这差点害死一个女孩！这不是闹着玩的游戏，罗杰！” “我知道这不是闹着玩的游戏！”罗杰叫道。 “那就谨慎点。”黎莎说。 罗杰皱眉。“并非所有人都和你一样完美，黎莎。”他激动不已，但黎莎看穿隐藏在他眼中的痛楚。 “到我办公室来。”她说着，拉起他的手臂。罗杰一把甩开，但还是跟随黎莎进入她的办公室。黎莎倒了一杯比较适合杀菌的酒给他。 “我很抱歉，”她说，“我说得太过分了。” 罗杰瘫在椅子上，一脸颓败，将杯里的酒一饮而尽。“不，你没有，”他说，“我是个骗子。” “胡说，”黎莎回道，“我们都会犯错。” “我不是犯错，”罗杰说，“我是骗人。我谎称自己可以教人如何迷惑地心魔物，但事实上我连自己怎么办到的都不清楚。就像去年我骗你说我可以安然无恙地从安吉尔斯护送你前来此地。艾利克死后，我就靠在小村落里骗人混饭吃，也是靠骗人进入吟游诗人公会；我这辈子似乎都在骗人。” “为什么？”黎莎问。 罗杰耸耸肩。“因为我一直告诉自己假装是什么人就可以真的变成那种人。所以只要我假装可以像你和魔印人一样伟大，我就会和你们一样伟大。” 黎莎惊讶地看着他。“我一点也不伟大，罗杰。你应该比任何人还要清楚才对。” 但罗杰哈哈大笑。“你甚至没有看出自己的伟大。”他叫道。“无数武器和魔印出自你的小屋，你只要随手一挥就能治好病患和伤者。我唯一会做的就是拉小提琴，而我拉挑战提琴时甚至连一条人命都救不了。你和魔印人都已经变成伟人，而我花了好几个月教出来的学徒却只能在镇民跳舞时帮忙伴奏。” “不要小看你和你的学徒为这个贫困的小镇所带来的欢乐。”黎莎说。 Roger shrugged. “我的贡献和一桶麦酒没什么两样。” 黎莎擢着他说。“这样讲太荒谬了。你的魔法与亚伦或我的一样强大，仅看它这么难学就知道你有多特别了。” 她发出悲伤的笑声。“再说，不管我有多伟大，我妈总是有办法把我贬得一文不值。” 当晚星月无光，而黎莎和罗杰所在之处，远离禁忌魔印圈的光芒保护，几乎处于完全的黑暗中。黎莎手持一根长杖，顶端挂着绽放强光的烧瓶，为他们照亮眼前的道路。烧瓶和长杖上都刻有隐形魔印；地心魔物可以看见光芒，但看不见光芒根源，就和看不见身穿魔印斗篷的两人一样。 “我不懂他为什么不能和我们约在镇上见面，”罗杰喃喃说道，“他或许不会冷，但我会。” “有些事私下谈比较好，”黎莎说，“而他很容易引人围观。” 魔印人站在通往黎莎小屋的魔印石板道上等着他们。他的巨型战马黎明舞者身披全副战甲以及钢刺，几乎完全隐形于黑暗中。魔印人穿一条缠腰布，一身刺青裸露在寒风中。 “你们迟到了。”魔印人说。 “诊所里比较忙。”黎莎说。“加持玻璃时出了点意外。你为什么不穿斗篷？”她试图装出随口一问的样子，想到自己花了那么多时间帮他缝制斗篷，偏偏除了丢到他身上看看合不合身的那次之外完全没有看他穿过，她就觉得很不是滋味。 “我放在鞍袋里。”魔印人说。“我不想躲避魔物。如果它们想来找我，就让它们来，世界少几头恶魔会更好。” 他们将黎明舞者绑在院子里的拴马柱上，然后走进小屋。黎莎自围裙中取出火石点火，在茶壶里装水，然后放在炉火上烧煮。 “那位提琴手巫师练得怎样？”魔印人问罗杰。 “恐怕比较难，提琴手不像巫师。”罗杰说。“他们还没准备好。” The Moyin frowned. “如果有个能够控制恶魔情绪的提琴手随队出巡，伐木工巡逻队会战力大增。” “我可以和他们一起巡逻。”罗杰说。“我有斗篷可以确保安全。” 魔印人接着。“你的职责是教导他们。” 罗杰呼出一口长气，偷瞄黎莎一眼。 "I do my best." “情况如何？”魔印人在黎莎倒水时来到桌旁问道。 “迅速扩张。”黎莎说，“镇上人口已经比去年流感肆虐前多了好几倍，而且每天持续有更多人来。我们规划新镇区时已预估过人口成长，但人口聚集的速度超过预期。” The Moyinren nodded. “我们可以请伐木工夷平更多林地，规划另外一个大魔印力场。” “反正我们也需要木材，”黎莎同意道，“我们已经一个冬天没有运送木材给林白克公爵了。” “我们得重建整座村落。”魔印人说。 黎莎耸耸肩。“或许你愿意去向公爵解释。他又派遣一名信使要求你前去见他，他们怕你，也怕你对洼地所做的计划。” The magic seal shook his head. “我没有计划，只是不想让洼地遭受地心魔物的侵扰。此事一了，我就离开。” “但对抗恶魔的大圣战呢？”罗杰问，“你必须带领人们冲锋陷阵。” “不要胡扯——我不是天杀的解放者！”魔印人吼道，“这可不是什么牧师《卡农经》里的奇幻故事，我不是上天派来团结人类的使者，我只是提贝溪镇压的亚伦·贝尔斯，一个背负太多运气的苦孩子，也往往会给大多数人带来厄运。” “但没有其他人选了！”罗杰说，“如果你不出面领导，还有谁？” The magic seal shrugged. “与我无关。我不会强迫任何人上战场，我只想要确保任何想要战斗的人能战斗。一旦达成这个使命，我就要置身事外。” "Why?" Roger asked. “因为他认为自己不是人。”黎莎说，言语中充满怨恨。“他认为自己深受地心魔物的魔力污染，所以会对我们造成和地心魔物同等的威胁，虽然根本没有任何证据支持这种荒诞的怪论。” 魔印人瞪着她，但黎莎恨恨地瞪了回去。 “我有证据。”他终于说道。 “什么？”黎莎问，她语气稍缓，但依然充满怀疑。 魔印人看向罗杰，罗杰微微退缩。“我说的话不能泄露出去，”他警告道，“如果我在任何歌谣或是故事里听到相关的……” 罗杰高举双手。“我对光发誓，绝对守口如瓶。” 魔印人凝视着他，终于点了点头。他目光低垂，开口说话。“我……在禁忌魔印圈内很不舒服。” 罗杰瞪大双眼，黎莎深吸一大口气，随即屏住呼吸，心念电转。最后，她强迫自己呼气。她会发誓治愈魔印人，或至少抑制他的病症，而她打算信守这誓言。他救过她的性命，还有全洼地镇民的性命，这是她至少能够为他做的。 “有什么症状？”她问。“你步入魔印圈内会怎么样？” “会有……阻碍。”魔印人说。“仿佛逆风而行。我感觉魔印在脚下增温，且身体越来越冷。穿越镇上时，感觉像走在水深及腰的池塘里。我一直假装没有异常，其他人似乎都没发现，但我自己很清楚。” 他转向黎莎，目光哀伤。“禁忌魔印想要驱赶我，就像驱赶恶魔一样，我已经不再属于人类了。” Lisa shook her head. “胡说，那只是大魔印在吸取你身上所储存的魔力。” “不只是这样。”魔印人说，“隐形斗篷让我头昏，而且我只要一接触魔印武器就会感到它们的锋利，我怕自己日复一日变得更像恶魔。” 黎莎自围裙口袋中取出一只魔印玻璃瓶交给他。“压碎它”。 魔印人耸耸肩，使尽全力挤压。他的力气比十个男人加起来还要大，可以轻易压碎玻璃，但魔印瓶就连他也捏不碎。 “魔印玻璃。”魔印人说，检视玻璃瓶。“那又是怎样？这把戏是我教你的。” “这瓶子是在你接触到它后才加持魔力的。”黎莎说。魔印人瞪大双眼。 “刚好证明了我的说法。”他说。 “它只证明了我们需要更多测试，”黎莎说，“我已经誊抄完你身上的刺青并且研究它们。我认为下一步要开始找自愿者实验。” “什么？！”罗杰和魔印人同声问道。 “我可以用黑柄叶在皮肤上做染料，”黎莎说，“我可以做控制实验，标明结果。我确定我们可以——” “绝对不行，”亚伦说，“我不准。” “你不准？”黎莎问，“你是解放者吗，这样命令人？你无权不准我做任何事，提贝溪镇的亚伦·贝尔斯。” He glared at her.黎莎怀疑自己会不会太过分了。他背部弓起，如同蓄势待发的猛兽，一时间她害怕他会扑到自己身上，但她毫不退缩。最后，他松懈下来。 “拜托，”他说，语气不再严峻，“不要冒险。” “人们会模仿你，”黎莎说，“约拿已经开始拿炭棒在人们身上绘制魔印。” “只要我一句话他就会停止，而且必须停止这种行为。”魔印人说。 “那是因为他认定你是解放者。”罗杰提出这点，结果在被魔印人瞪视时缩回椅子上。 “那样做没有用的，”黎莎说，“你的传说迟早会吸引文身师前来洼地，到时候就会一发不可收拾。最好还是先在能控制的环境下实验。” “拜托，”魔印人再度说道，“不要让更多人经历我的诅咒。” 黎莎不悦地看着他。“你才没被诅咒。” “喔？”他问，接着转向罗杰。“身上有带飞刀吗？” 罗杰手腕一抖，一把飞刀弹入他的掌心。他熟练地回转刀身，刀柄在前地交给魔印人，但魔印人摇头不接。他站起身来，后退几步。“射我。” “什么？”罗杰问。 “拿这把飞刀，”魔印人说。“射我，瞄准心脏。” Roger shook his head. "No." “你每天都在对人投掷飞刀。”魔印人说。 "What are you afraid of?" “那是耍人的把戏。”罗杰说。“我才不要对你的心脏射飞刀，你疯了吗？就算你能运用你的魔力迅速弹开飞刀……” 魔印人叹气，转向黎莎。“那就你来吧，随便丢点什么——” 他话还没说完，黎莎已经抄起挂在火炉上的平底锅，冲着他砸了过去。 但平底锅并没有击中目标。魔印人立即化为一团烟雾，铁锅透体而过，如同以手掌挥过浓烟般穿过他的身体。铁锅撞上后方的墙壁，哐当一声落在地板上。黎莎倒抽一口凉气，罗杰看得张大嘴。 雾气经过好几秒才终于重新凝聚，再度化为魔印人的身体。他在成形的同时大口喘气。 “我练过，”他说。“解体很快。放松你的身体，并且好像高温将水煮成水气一样让身体扩散出去。在太阳底下办不到，但晚上我可以随心所欲地化为烟雾。重新凝聚就比较困难了。有时候我担心自己会变得太薄，然后……就此随风飘逝。” “听起来真可怕。”罗杰说。 The Moyinren nodded. “但这还不是最糟糕的。解体后，我就会感到地心魔域在拉拽我。越接近黎明，拉扯的力道就越强。” “就像那天黎明前在路边那样。”黎莎说。 “哪天？”罗杰问，但黎莎根本没有听见，思绪回到那个可怕的早晨—— 在路上遭受强盗袭击的三天后，黎莎身体上的伤痊愈了，内心的痛苦却没有丝毫减缓。她满脑子只想到自己的子宫及可能在其中滋长的东西。布鲁娜曾教她一种药茶——可以在男人种子扎根前将之冲刷出体外的药茶。 “我有什么理由会想要煮这种邪恶的东西？”黎莎问。“世上的孩童已经够少了。” 布鲁娜哀伤地看着她，“孩子，我希望你记着，没准有用得上它的时候。” 但当强盗离开时，黎莎就了解了。如果药草袋在身上，她一洗完身体就会立刻煮药，但男人们连她的草药袋也抢走了，因此她无从选择；等他们抵达洼地时就来不及了。 但当药草袋回到她手上后，选择权再度回到她手上。唯一缺少的药草是潭普草根，而她在躲进洞穴避雨时看到路旁有几株潭普草。 当晚黎莎辗转难眠，于是在天还没完全亮，罗杰和魔印人都还在睡的时候起床，走出洞外拔了些草根。即使到了那时，她还是不确定自己要不要喝下药茶，不过不管喝不喝她都要煮。 魔印人来找她，把她吓坏了，但她强迫自己面露微笑，与对方交谈，净说些植物和恶魔的话题，掩饰自己真正的目的。整个交谈过程中，她脑中一片混乱。 但接着她无意间侮辱了他，而他眼中受伤的神情让她混乱的思绪为之清明。那一瞬间，她看见从前的他，一个和她一样心灵受伤，却仍然拥抱痛楚，并未轻言放弃的好人。 她感受到那种与自己的痛苦共鸣，所有翻滚的思绪突然像是大钟里的齿轮一般卡到定位，她知道自己该怎么做了。 不久后，她和亚伦一起躺在泥泞中，出于绝望地疯狂交合，结果却被一头木恶魔坏了好事。爱抚她的男人消失，再度化身为魔印人，与地心魔物扭打，离开她身边。太阳逐渐高升，魔印人和恶魔都开始变成烟雾。她惊惧地看着他们沉入地底。 但接着烟雾飘回地表，他们再度凝聚成形，恶魔在阳光下烧成灰烬。黎莎试图安抚亚伦，但魔印人掉头就走，而她为此咒骂他。她被自己的情绪所困，完全没有考虑他当时的感受…… 黎莎摇了摇头，抛开杂乱的思绪。 “我真的很抱歉。”她对魔印人说。 他若无其事地挥了挥手。“是我自己的选择。” 罗杰看着她，然后转向他，接着又看回她。“造物主呀，你妈说的没错。” He gets it.黎莎知道这个秘密会对让他伤心难过，但她无能为力。就某方面而言，很高兴公开这个秘密。 “不可能只是文身的关系。”她说，回到之前的话题。“这毫无道理。”她看向魔印人。“我要你全部的魔印宝典。你教我的知识都是透过你自己的理解而来，我要原本魔印来研究导致这一切的原因。”