Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

Maybe because of the hope of recovery, the Hebrew Viscount gradually trusted me and gave me a magic scroll that allowed me to freely enter and exit all the plantations in Buro City.

It happened that the Eve potion I brought with me was almost used up, so I picked a sunny day, took a bus, and went to the plantation in the north of Bro City to see if I could bring back some holy dew. Louise flower.

The streets of Bro City are not spacious, but they are very clean. Through the car window, I can occasionally see people sleeping on deckchairs basking in the sun in the alleys along the streets.

The afternoon sun is warm, and the whole city is a little more lazy because of it.

I finally arrived at the north of Bro City, and I saw the plantation.

It was only now that I understood why the Viscount gave it as a gift to the magician who cured him of his stubborn illness.

—Yes, this plantation is truly magnificent.

Unlike ordinary plantations, it is engraved with magic circles around it.From the outside, the inside is full of towering ancient trees, just like a primitive jungle.

"My lord mage, the villain wants to check the access scroll."

The sudden voice in my ears woke me up from my astonishment. I came back to my senses and looked at the person standing in front of me.

This is a very fat guy, the fat on his body is a little tight by the clothes, which looks very funny.

He bowed his head respectfully, and spread his hands to me.

There seems to be a special pattern on the palm of his hand, I guess, it should be the magic circle for checking the scroll.

While thinking like this, I took out the travel scroll from my arms, and put it in his open hand.

With a flicker of light, the passing scroll disappeared. He withdrew his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "It's an honor to guide you, my honorable mage."

Is it a plantation that needs someone to lead the way... I'm really looking forward to it.

I nodded and followed him into the plantation.

"Our plantation is roughly circular, with three layers inside and out. The outermost layer is the wild plantation area, the middle layer is the place where the slaves live, and the innermost layer is the slave plantation area."

The trees on both sides of the road blocked the sun's rays, and the air was a little humid. The fat man who led the way babbled to me about the situation of the plantation.

"The St. Louis flowers you need are either wild or planted. Which one do you want?"

I looked around, and then said to him: "Take me to take a look... Let's start with the wild ones, and I also want to see other herbs by the way."

He bowed his head respectfully, led me to turn right, and walked into the wild planting area.

Walking on the narrow road in the wild planting area, the wet and soft soil under my feet made it difficult for me to walk, and a lot of brownish-yellow soil was stained on my shoes.It is very quiet here, except for the occasional chirping of birds or the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Not long after, we came to the place where St. Louis flowers were planted.

Large tracts of white flowers spread into the distance, as if to drown this area, such a spectacular sight, I have only seen it twice over the years.

"St. Louis flowers are the mainstay of our city's economy." The fat man rubbed his hands, pointed to the sea of ​​flowers and said, "Don't look at the flowers that are not very attractive, but after they are ground into powder, they can be processed The best-selling incense in this continent!"

"You must have heard of the incense of the Sphinx!"

"Of course I've heard of the famous incense in Bro City." I patted the excited fat man, "It's just...it turns out that the mystery of the Sphinx is the incense made from St. Louis flowers."

"Just tell me so simply, is it okay?"

The fat man froze for a moment, and quickly shook his head: "You have the access scroll issued by the city lord... According to regulations, you will not hide anything about the plantation from you."

"That's it..." I smiled: "It's good that it won't hurt you, now, take me to see the artificially planted St. Louis flowers."

The mystery of the Sphinx, the enchanting incense from the closed city-state of Burrow, which has been sold throughout the continent for nearly a hundred years, turned out to be concocted from St. Louise flowers.

I always feel that the raw materials of incense will be monopolized by St. Louise flowers.

Only through the slave living area in the middle can you reach the artificially planted park.

The mud houses where the slaves lived looked very simple, with occasional taller houses standing among them.

The residential area is very deserted. I think it is probably because it is a good day and everyone is working.

But when I was about to leave, I saw a long series of vague figures strung together with ropes from a distance.

"Pyne! Any visitor?"

As soon as I entered the artificial planting area, I heard the slaves around me greet the fat man.

He exchanged a few pleasantries with the people around him, and then led me to the west.

So his name was Pine?In fact, it won’t matter if you tell me... He is still too cautious... Uh, that’s not right. In this way, I don’t know his name. Even if he did something bad, I can’t report his name afterwards. Come, let the plantation man take care of him.

What a slippery fellow.

But... I always feel that his name is very familiar, I probably heard it somewhere before.

There are too many people with the same name on the mainland, it is inevitable that such things will happen.

While I was thinking idly like this, while looking around, I bumped into someone inadvertently.

"hiss--"

Before I could complain while rubbing my chin, I saw the flaxen-haired man on the opposite side take a few steps back, fell down and sat down on the ground, and then screamed out loud.

isn't it...

"Boss..."

Fatty Pyne almost didn't jump up, he quickly took two steps to help the person who fell on the ground, and he still called "boss" graciously.

I saw them both bowed their heads and murmured a few words, then the flaxen-haired man walked over with his head down, bowed deeply to me, and said, "I'm sorry, honorable magician My lord, it was a humble villain who offended you... Please forgive the humble villain..."

"Forget it..." I stretched out my hand to help him up, lest the surrounding eyes gather more and more, I still have business to do.

The man straightened up and raised his head.

I casually looked at his face, only to find that under the disheveled flaxen hair, there was a pair of tired but still bright eyes.

A pair of... extremely familiar eyes.

These eyes, this face, and that black figure, as well as the never-ending fire at the Pantheon Welfare Institute, are buried together in the scorched earth of my memory.

The whole world seemed to be speechless, eerily quiet.

"Xavier..."

My throat was trembling, my lips were trembling, but I couldn't help but pronounce his name.