Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 370 Eyes (please subscribe)

The snow here seems to never stop, just like an eternal link on this picture scroll, corresponding to the white winter snow is the silent knight standing outside the window.

"Good afternoon, Miss Amy..." The knight respected the girl standing in front of the window. After all, everyone here knew that she was the only person in Rodland who could draw the world.

"Is sister Kassana back yet?" Amy asked softly, holding a paintbrush tightly in her hand, looking out the window.

"Soon... Lord Cassana will be back in a few days." The black-armored knight lowered her head and said as she brought a new plate of dye for Amy.

"Miss, do you still want to paint today?"

"..." Amy was silent for a while, she turned her head and looked at the mountain of drawing boards in the studio and shook her head gently, "Ash... have you contacted him?"

The black-armored knight lowered his head when he heard the words, and then said in an apologetic tone: "The only ones who can communicate with Lord Ashes are Lord Cassana and Lord Ronnievia..."

"I see..." Amy lowered her head in frustration, then waved her hand at the black armored knight, "You go...Leave me alone..."

While speaking, she picked up the magazine on the table. Rhodean would probably be a little surprised if she was here, after all, this magazine was left here when she left.

"Huh..." Amy slowly opened the magazine and casually scanned the contents.

She is already familiar with the content here, and even said that she has entered the road... But it's not because of her good memory, but because it's hard for her to remember it or not after several years of reading.

She flips through the magazine almost every day... It's like asking how Kassana is doing, which is something she does almost every day.

First Ashes, then Sister Rhodean, and then Sister Cassana...

Amy looked at those empty picture frames, and couldn't help but feel sad. Originally, the purpose of these paintings...was to be a shelter for them...but now...

Sister Ronivia hasn't come here anymore... Amy is not bored, after all, she has been here for countless years...

But she was worried...worrying that they left like Grandpa Gail...and never came back...

Amy took off the red scarf on her silver hair, and then shook her head gently. Sometimes she envied Sister Cassana and Sister Rhodean... they were both girls... but they were unexpectedly strong.

Amy lowered her head and looked at the scarf, maybe she should learn to be strong... No... Maybe I should go to them...

Involuntarily, Amy had such an idea.

She looked at the eternal scenery outside the window and nodded slightly.

"Mother... Those who don't know the flame are not good enough to paint the world; those who are tempted by fire cannot paint the world..." Amy muttered, "Maybe it's time for me to set off and set foot on my own path."

"In the past, it was Grandpa Gail who replaced me, then Ashes who replaced me... and finally Sister Rhodean and Sister Cassana..."

"I haven't forgotten your teaching..." Amy gently coiled her long hair that had been dragged to the ground, and then tied the red scarf.

"I'm off to find my own flame..."

Everything is the same for Fengxue, whether it is a girl's tears or...

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"Elizabeth, the time is coming, isn't it?"

In the dark sacrificial field, the blindfolded woman nodded slightly: "Mr. Andre, you are right... that moment is coming..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The muscular old man put down his hammer and sat next to the woman: "How is the situation of that kid Hui Hui?"

"Lord Ashes...is still in that world..." Elizabeth, the fire prevention woman, held the small stone tablet in her hand, and she could feel the temperature from the stone tablet getting hotter.

"But he's almost there."

"Oh... That's great." Andre nodded, but he looked at the Fireproof Woman as if thinking of something: "You should know, right, when the flame continues..."

"I know, Mr. Andre, when the gods gave me a sacred mission, they told me...the fate of all people."

"Hey..." Andre shook his head: "You people are like this. After so many years, nothing has changed."

"..." The fire prevention girl nodded slightly, quietly looking at the stone tablet in her hand.

The sacrificial field seemed to have returned to its former tranquility, everything seemed extraordinarily silent and decadent, the candle flames became smaller and smaller, to the point where even a little breeze could blow them out.

The fireproof girl was silent for a while and then suddenly raised her head. She looked at Andre and thought for a while before she opened her lips: "Mr. Andre... in the past...is there anyone who is different from us?"

Andre raised his eyebrows, he seemed to be a little surprised by the fire girl's question.

"Of course there are..." He nodded and said, "It's just...they also believe in fate."

"Fate..." Elizabeth lowered her head after hearing the words, and her thoughts drifted to nowhere.

"Perhaps, you can only see more things if you have eyes..." Andre said casually, stood up, and then grabbed the hammer on the ground.

"Eyes..." The fire-proof woman shook her head and said, "We don't deserve to have eyes...it will let us see the world after the fire ends, what kind of world it is..."

"It will make us despair, and it will make us struggle..."

"Despair?" Andre muttered, "I don't know..."

"It's just that there was a fireproof woman who had eyes in the past, and she seemed to see something different."

"Of course, that Ashes has no other ideas, just like the Ashes in the past, he chose to continue the flame for our era."

"Master Ashes..." The Fireproof Woman shook her head again: "I don't know, does he understand what the world after the flames is like..."

"But no matter what, I should respect his choice."

Andre couldn't help shaking his head: "This is the fate I said, the fate that all fire prevention girls believe in."

"It seems that we are all counting on that boy Ashes..." Andre staggered to the side of the stove, and then said almost in a whisper, "One time at a time, one time at a time..."

"There are fewer and fewer souls... This time is that world, next time, what about that?"

"Perhaps, this kind of thing that makes people invade and binds others... Shouldn't it be extinguished long ago?"

It's just that no one cares about his whispers, after all, a blacksmith's words can only be spoken by whispers.

Finally, the sacrificial field returned to tranquility again, only the girl nodded lightly: "Eyes...?"

(End of this chapter)